A Look Inside – Romantic Writing Magic

As promised (though late) here’s a little sneak peek into how my romance stories come to life using the first book in my next series, Shadow Dragon. This came out is a little shorter than I expected, and I’ll have to chalk that up to being terrible at writing out my own chaotic writing style. Still, I hope you enjoy this little sneak peek! Feel free to leave a comment on what you liked and didn’t like and I’ll be sure to improve the next Look Inside post!

Now then, on to the fun! There are four parts to this little glimpse into my writing:

  1. The Idea, or How I Come Up With the Sentence
  2. Shit Hits the Fan
  3. The Expansion, or Stuff Happens
  4. Happily Open Ending (or not)

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Loving Scotland – Chapter 17

Author’s Note: I’ve not only added a new chapter, but I’ve updated and increased the length of Chapter 16, so feel free to check that out!

I whipped my head to him with my mouth agape. “We were invited to a wedding?”

Fin’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “Didn’t I tell you?”

“My Laird!” The shout came from a short, husky man in a trim vest and pants. He had a long gray beard that stretched down to the middle of his broad chest, which was almost as broad as his smile. “What a pleasure to see you!”

Fin smiled as they shook hands. “The pleasure is all ours, Mr. Craig. I wished to see the beautiful bride.”

Craig puffed out his chest and grinned, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. “And you won’t be disappointed, My Laird. My little Fiona has blossomed into a most beautiful girl, and I’ll sorely miss her company.”

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Loving Scotland – Chapter 16

Author’s Note: I’ve not only added a new chapter, but I’ve updated and increased the length of Chapter 15, so feel free to check that out!

Fin sighed, but his humor remained as he led me down the street.

“Is Ella really your grandmother?” I asked him.

“On my mother’s side,” Fin confirmed with a slight nod. “I would visit her often when in town.”

“And test the limits of her patience,” I teased.

His eyes sparkled. “I was an apt pupil in that study.”

“I’m sure,” I mused as we passed the many rustic and quaint homes. “So what does ‘wanty bolt’ mean?”

“In the old tongue it means ‘go away,’” Fin explained with a bit of a laugh in his words. “Nana often lapses into the old way of speaking when she’s excited.”

“She really didn’t have to go to all that trouble,” I insisted.

He shook his head. “She enjoys a challenge, even small ones, and you won’t find a better seamstress in the whole of the isles.”

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