Please welcome Stacy to the blog! Even though she’s made me ugly cry (Starting from Scratch) I still love her stories and hope you will go check some of them out including Dangerous Angel! I love having her visit and hope you enjoy it as much as I do! Be sure to check out the contest for some great prizes!
Before we begin, I’d like to thank Stephanie for allowing me to pop onto her blog to chat about my latest paranormal romance, DANGEROUS ANGEL. I’m so excited about this release, as it’s the action-packed conclusion to The Earth Angels, a miniseries published by Carina Press, and the culmination of a project I’ve been working on for almost two years. Thanks, Steph! 😀
You know how writers generally have this image of being quiet and shy in real life? Yeah, that’s not me. 😛 I don’t think anyone who knows me would use the words “quiet” or “shy” to describe me (though I have my moments). So is it any wonder my favorite part of writing a book is putting together dialogue? It’s like having a perfect conversation. I never get interrupted and I always get to say exactly what I wanted. Win! 😀
I have a process in creating dialogue. I talk out loud. In a silent room by myself, I’m talking up a storm! When I was writing DANGEROUS ANGEL, a dialogue-heavy book, there were a couple of times when I made myself hoarse by the end of the day. But it was necessary, as the two main characters are so different. The hero, Kyle, is ADHD and fun-loving, whereas the heroine, Nikita, is much more grounded. With two such disparate personalities, I had to make sure they didn’t clash. In the end, I allowed their dialogue to highlight how their differences complimented each other. Hopefully this harmonious blend of personalities comes through in this scene, where Kyle is trying to get information out of fellow bounty hunter, Nikita:
“Let’s have it.”
“I don’t think so.”
“What?” Maybe it was because he seemed so relaxed as he slouched against his car, but Nikita couldn’t stifle a little squeak when he suddenly moved so that he was face to face with her, propping his hands against the car’s hood on either side of her hips. He stood between her knees, their faces so close together the delicious threat of his breath feathered across her lips. With that sensual menace to her peace of mind hovering so near, her heart decided it was time to play out the Great Escape by knocking a hole through her chest. “Sorry, but I didn’t quite catch that. I could’ve sworn I just heard you say no. You didn’t tell me no, did you?”
Her brain had to be sun-fried. Having her personal space invaded should have filled her with indignation, not feverish excitement. “What if I did?”
“I thought we were working together on this one. Combining our resources, using teamwork. You know, like Sherlock and Watson, or Laverne and Shirley.”
“I don’t want to be Laverne, and have you noticed how close you are?”
“No one wants to be Laverne, she had bad posture and a funny accent. And nothing’s escaped my notice—especially that part about you telling me no.” He loomed closer still, until every breath was filled with the scent of him—like an exhilarating rush of fresh air after a wild storm. “Denying me like that for no good reason makes me want to spank you for being a bad girl. You don’t want me to spank you, do you, Nikita?”
Oh my God, yes. “Depends. Over the panties or bare-butt?”
“Bare-butt’s the only way to go.”
“This is so true.” It was nice they agreed on something. “But since I don’t enjoy the idea of flashing my ass in the parking lot of The Toy Box, I suppose I should explain why I’m not in the mood to play nice.”
“Go right ahead.” He pushed deeper between her knees. “I’m all ears, Sparkle.”
Oh, no he wasn’t. The proof of that was pressing closer, his body heat radiating through the folds of her skirt to sear the hidden cleft between her legs. “You had all that time to chew things over with the Beirs twins, yet you haven’t shared a thing with me yet.”
“There’s not much to share.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
“Nothing spectacular comes to mind. Not with the twins, anyway.” He tilted his head and shifted his weight. The sandpaper-like rasp of his unshaven cheek brushed the smoothness of hers, and she feared he heard her breath flutter. “Dibby’s offering a reward for the return of his wee lost lamb. Isn’t that sweet?”
“A reward?” Her eyes widened, but she wasn’t sure if it was his newsflash or the hard press of his aroused flesh against her inner thigh. “My, my.”
“I know. Impressive, isn’t it?”
Oh, wasn’t he the funny one. “Depends. How big are we talking about?”
The corner of his mouth curled. “Big enough to make both of us happy.”
“I don’t know about that. I’m hard to please.”
“I’m not worried. I’m up to the challenge.” And with that he closed the meager distance between them and captured her mouth.
So, my dialogue-producing process might be a little odd, but it works for me. Here’s hoping everyone else enjoys it as much as I do. ^_^
Miami’s best bounty hunter, Nikita Tesoro will do anything to collar a fugitive, including stepping into a stripper’s stilettos for the night. Outsmarting her rival Kyle Beaudecker is just a bonus. Despite the sexual tension sparking between them, Nikita keeps a professional distance from “Hurricane” Kyle. After all, she can’t get hurt if she doesn’t care.
A descendant of the archangel Barakiel with the power to harness electricity, Kyle should be focusing his energy on tracking down a demon that may be hiding in the human realm. But he’s a lover, not a fighter, and he’d much rather use his special talents for pleasure: specifically Nikita’s. And teaming up to find a bail jumper means spending lots of time together…
But when their case takes a turn for the demonic, Kyle can no longer hide his true nature from Nikita. He’ll do whatever it takes to win her heart—even stop the apocalypse. But he can’t do it alone.
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About Stacy Gail: A competitive figure skater from the age of eight, Stacy Gail began writing stories in between events to pass the time. By the age of fourteen, she told her parents she was either going to be a figure skating coach who was also a published romance writer, or a romance writer who was also a skating pro. Now with a day job of playing on the ice with her students, and writing everything from steampunk to cyberpunk, contemporary to paranormal at night, both dreams have come true.