Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Obsession by Sofia Grey



A Picture Tells A Thousand Words


 

I love pictures. Love the creative surge that flows after seeing a spectacular image, whether it’s a beautiful sunset, a grimy back street or a hot shirtless hunk. I’ve been cutting pages out of glossy magazines for years and storing them in paper folders under the bed. Never anything as organised as an album, I much prefer the messy randomness of the loose images. I think this is why I’m a convert to Pinterest.

What’s Pinterest, I hear you cry? You create virtual pin-boards grouped however you like, and ‘pin’ images to them. It’s fun, free and flexible: you can pin images from others’ boards, or from anywhere on the internet – or upload from your PC. What’s not to like 

I use it for capturing the inspirational images for each of my Work In Progress books. They’re a sneaky peek into my thinking processes. What the leading characters look like, where they live, where they go together.

My most recent book, Obsession, has a large cast of characters and you’ll find pictures of the main ones here: http://pinterest.com/sofiagrey1/obsession-1-talisman-series/

Imagery is important in the story too, and in this extract, Josh is having a recurring dream.

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I’d had this dream before, it was an old one. I stepped into it, as comfortable and familiar as an old pair of shoes.
I stood at the window gazing out at the night sky, watching as a shooting star flared in a moment of brilliance and then burned out. The sea lay before me, moonlight playing across the undulating surface in a flickering trail, shifting and restless. My hands pressed against the cool glass and my body felt too hot, as though I had a fever. I could smell sandalwood, an incense stick perhaps. The room was quiet, dark behind me where I knew the bed lay.
As I waited, I heard the distinctive creak of the mattress, the rustle of bedding, bare feet whispering across the carpet to my side. My eyes were fixed on the sky. It hadn’t happened yet, whatever it was. A bare arm snaked around my naked waist, pale skinned and slender. Silken strands of hair fell across my chest as she buried her face in my shoulder.
“Come back to bed. You’re still not well.”
I smiled over her head, holding her to me, absorbing her perfume. Now I could smell flowers, lily, and a hint of rose. Her skin felt like velvet against mine. She was my lover, the fixed point in my life, the centre of my universe. I had kissed her a hundred times before, breathed her scent, and stroked her hair more times than I could count. “Bed,” she repeated, a little firmer this time.
Acquiescing, I allowed her to guide me the few steps, her arm still looped around me. Yes, I had a fever, but I knew it had been worse than this. The sheets were delightfully cool against my skin, the pillows soft. Slipping in beside me, she reached across to turn out my light, but I caught her hand. “I want to watch you.”
This was our last time together. I knew this with painful clarity. Our last chance to make love.
She lay beside me, our bodies pressed together from shoulder to thigh, butterfly kisses raining across my chest. Gentle hands drifted across my stomach, teasing, searching, finding me hard and aching for her. I slipped one arm beneath her, around her, pulling her closer. I couldn’t tell where my body ended and hers began. One hand raking through her hair, coaxing her head up, our lips blindly seeking each other.
Her brown eyes, almost black in the dim light. I gazed at her. Familiar yet different. The part of me that had been missing for so long. When she smiled it made my heart ache. “Please don’t leave me. Don’t go.” I sounded like a little boy again.
This was the point I usually woke up. Tonight, I stayed a fraction longer.
Her voice barely audible as she outlined my lips with one finger. “Baby, it’s not me that’s going. You’re the one leaving.”
I snapped awake, a thin sheen of perspiration coating me. It was Suki. All these years I’d been dreaming of Suki. And now I knew something else—where the dream was set.
    That would have been the view from the grey mansion.

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How about you? Do you like to collect images online? And do you prefer Pinterest or Tumblr, Instagram or good old fashioned Facebook?


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Josh Delaney is the ideal honey trap.

His charm and model good looks would be enough for most women, but coupled with his psychic ability to read their thoughts, he’s impossible to resist. Suspicious husbands employ him to test their wives, to see if they can be tempted to stray.

High profile couple Suki and Gabe Bridgewater have the perfect marriage, or at least, that’s the image they portray to the world. Behind closed doors, Gabe’s dominance in the marriage is unravelling and he decides to test Suki, using Josh as bait.

For Josh it should be just another easy job, but two things go horribly wrong.

One, Josh falls in love with Suki.

And two, Gabe refuses to let her go.

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About Author

Romance author Sofia Grey spends her days managing projects in the corporate world and her nights hanging out with wolf shifters and alpha males. She devours pretty much anything in the fiction line, but she prefers her romances to be hot, and her heroes to have hidden depths. When writing, she enjoys peeling back the layers to expose her characters’ flaws and always makes them work hard for their happy endings.
Find her at: www.sofiagrey.com and on Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/sofiagrey1, or on Twitter @SofiaGreyAuthor

* images courtesy of 123rf.com









Monday, July 1, 2013

Beachwalk Blog Hop

(IN ORDER TO BE IN THE DRAWING FOR PRIZES YOU MUST LEAVE A COMMENT WITH YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS. THERE ARE MANY PRIZES BEING OFFERED IN THIS BLOG HOP. SO DON'T BE SHY, LEAVE A COMMENT AND MESSAGE TO POSSIBLY BE A WINNER.)




BEACHWALK PRESS is a great place to be. When I was looking for another home for my short erotic holiday romance, The Cowgirl's Christmas, Pam Tyner was very enthusiastic. She's always shown herself to be someone who is passionate about this business, about the books she has. She's been my editor from the first day and has shown a great amount of skill and passion for it.

Not only does she do an amazing job as the editor but she's also a great marketing and promotional support person. Never too busy to answer a question or talk about a new idea for promo. She's one of the best I've ever seen when it comes to communication with both staff and authors. We're a team - a fellowship of writers if you will who can share our trials and tribulations without worry and ask for support at the lowest points. That camaraderie and respect is just another thing Beachwalk has nurtured and I'm very, very glad to be part of such an amazing group of like minded professionals.


* HERE IS THE LINK BACK TO BEACHWALK PRESS BLOG TO WHERE YOU CAN FIND A COMPLETE LISTING OF PARTICIPATING BLOGS.
http://beachwalkpress.com/2013/07/love-on-the-beach-blog-hop-July-1st-14th/ {note: this link is not currently active, but it will be active at 7 AM on July 1st


To enter for the grand prize, please leave your email in the comments. I'll be offering up a free copy of The Cowgirl's Christmas as well as a hand crafted bookmarker.