Thursday, December 27, 2012

Stacy Green - Into the Dark

Thanks to Linda for letting me visit today. Since her blog is about the good things in life, I thought I’d talk a little bit about love stories.
I’m not a true romance author. I write suspense and thrillers, but I love to have a good romance in the book as well, even if it comes second to the main plot. In my debut novel, INTO THE DARK, my heroine Emilie hasn’t had a bit of luck in the romance department, and she’s not looking to change that. But when she’s held hostage and ultimately stalked, she winds up falling for the hostage negotiator who helped to save her.

Of course Nathan has his own issues, and because their budding romance is driven by the main plot, the love story develops on a slow burn.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way, because the best part about falling in love is the dance in the beginning. Don’t get me wrong–I’ve been happily married over 13 years and we still have an amazing time together–but I have a lot of special memories about our first months together. Everything was exciting and new, and I got butterflies in my stomach every time I saw him. There was no sense of comfort or ease yet. Every moment was filled with anticipation of what happens next.
I love writing that part of a romance. It’s so much fun to bring two characters together and watch them go from strangers to nervous dance partners.
One of my favorite love stories is the one between Marianne and Colonel Brandon in Sense and Sensibility. Marianne is young and interested in the kind Colonel, and it takes her years of trials, tribulations, and discovery to realize that he in fact, is the one she’s meant for. For me, it’s about seeing the characters evolve and learn who they are, and then watching them fall in love. I think that’s very reminiscent of real life. We may fall in love often in our early years, but it’s not until we know who we truly are that we are ready for a lifelong commitment.
What are your favorite love stories?
An Excerpt from INTO THE DARK
“I’m not a mistake.” Wetness ran down her cheeks. “I’m a good person. People care about me. Mémé cared. Jeremy and Sarah care. They would miss me when I’m gone. Do you think that coldhearted woman could say the same? People will dance on her grave.” Her voice was loud in her ears.
She could barely see Nathan as he moved into the booth beside her. She felt the warmth of his strong arm around her waist and inhaled his now familiar scent as he pulled her close.
“You’re not a mistake,” he whispered. “Not by a mile. People do care about you. I care.”
Emilie pressed her face into his chest as the sobs erupted. “I hate her. Why didn’t she just give me to Mémé and stay out of my life? Why did she have to punish me for her actions?”
“Because blaming you made her feel better about herself. She’s a narcissist. None of this is your fault.”
“Doesn’t really matter, does it? I’m the one suffering and humiliated yet again.”
“No. You were the one who stood up to her.” Nathan seized her shoulders and pulled her back to look into her eyes. “You didn’t let her manipulate you this time. She’s the loser, Emilie. She always has been.”
She stared into his eyes, gratitude and desire spreading over her like fire. Her hands snaked up his chest. She rested them on his scruff-covered cheeks. “Nathan.” Her voice was filled with a longing she hadn’t realized existed until this very moment. “Take me home.”

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To celebrate the release of INTO THE DARK, I’m giving you TWO ways to win a $25 Amazon Gift Card! Both options will get your name into the drawing, which runs from November 5th until the end of my blog tour on January 30th.
Entry Option 1: Earns FIVE entries in the contest. Email Stacy your receipt of purchase (simply copy and paste proof of the order into the email, excluding personal information) of INTO THE DARK or the answer to this question: in what state was the Taker born and raised?
Entry Option 2: Earns TWO entries in the Contest. Donate to HELP of Southern Nevada and help the homeless. Readers can go to HELP of Southern Nevada, the organization that aids the homeless featured in INTO THE DARK, and donate. Email Stacy the receipt (personal information excluded). No donation is too small
The homeless living in the storm drains of Las Vegas played a vital part in INTO THE DARK, and I want to give back. From November 1st until February 28th, participants will have several options to enter the raffle, including donating to HELP of Southern Nevada. The grand prize will be a $100 donation from me in the winner’s name to the homeless shelter of their choice.
Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you enjoy INTO THE DARK!

Stacy Green is fascinated by the workings of the criminal mind and explores true crime on her popular Thriller Thursday posts at her blog, Turning the Page

After earning her degree in journalism, Stacy worked in advertising before becoming a stay-at-home mom to her miracle child. She rediscovered her love of writing and wrote several articles for Women’s Edition Magazine of Cedar Rapids, profiling local businesses, before penning her first novel. Her debut novel, INTO THE DARK, is set in Las Vegas and features a heroine on the edge of disaster, a tormented villain, and the city’s infamous storm drains that house hundreds of homeless. INTO THE DARK is available on all digital formats and paperback November 30th.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

When Words Are Gone

Angel of Grief
Angel of Grief (Photo credit: eklektik2xs)
I have spent the last two days trying to wrap my head around the horrific tragedy that took place, not more than 200 miles from our home.  As a writer, I felt called to write something...but nothing came. As a mother and grandmother, I felt called to say something...but nothing came.  As a seminarian, I felt called to do something...and, when the moment came, I did what felt best. I hugged those closest to me; I told those, who I could not hug, that they were loved; and I sat down to share this on my blog.

Someone said to me, yesterday, that the world has become crazier.  I responded, after a brief pause with, "No it hasn't, we just hear about the craziness quicker and more often, now.  The world has always been this crazy."  Think about it...50 years ago, we had to wait at least 24 hours to hear about a major event happening in the US, it took even longer if the event was somewhere overseas.  Today, not only do we hear about it, but we can watch as it plays out, broadcasted via live stream from cellphones and androids.

The problem we have is that violence of any kind has become commonplace.  Where many would have gasped in horror at even the slightest mention of such events, now, many sit in front to TV's and computers watching as scene after scene is played out in vivid HD color.  

We, as a society, have become desensitized to most violence.  Not until something so horrific as 20 elementary children being gunned down, does the news hit the synapses in our brains, traveling faster than the speed of light to our hearts to rip huge holes in them.

Our Bridget, who is far from New England at the moment, wrote a very thoughtful piece on her blog, Road Less Traveled: Malawi.  She speaks of how around the world, children die of violence. Yet, we only focus on what is before our very faces.   She asks a profound question.  Are the lives of children in China, in the Congo, in South America any less precious than those in the US?  If not, then why aren't we as a nation, as a world community, not doing everything we can to stop the violence against ALL children?

I am blessed with four daughters and six grandchildren.  I look at each of their faces and I see such wonders, such joy.  Words cannot describe the Love I have for each of them.  Words cannot describe the pain that grips me like a vice over the deaths of any child - mine or another woman's.  Words cannot describe the fear that strangles my voice as I try to find something to say that will plant seeds of healing.

At times like these, spoken words just don't do what is needed to be done.  At times like these, actions DO speak louder than words.  Hug a child - hold a hand - wipe a tear - sit in silence - meditate, pray, chant - do something that brings you joy.  These are the actions that will help you and those around you to heal.  

When words are gone, we are left in silence.  In silence, let us plant seeds of hope, healing, love and peace.


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