Thursday, June 20, 2013

Muses Inspire Tricia Andersen @triciaandersen #books #kindlebooks @KMNbooks

KAREN:  Find out what inspires Tricia Andersen to pen tales of adventure and romance. Read an excerpt from Queen of Savon and check out her eye-catching book cover, too!  Welcome Tricia!

My Muses by Tricia Andersen

As writers, we all have different kinds of muses – things that inspire us to write the things that we write.  I can count my severe caffine addiction and my fascination (my children would call an obsession) with a certain brawling British wrestler among my muses.

However, my greatest muse is music.  I listen to all genres from classical to heavy metal (hard rock is my favorite).  I will drive down the street listening to a song on the radio and by the time it’s over I can place the tune or lyrics to one of my books.  Then I will download the song and listen to it again a few times.  Before long I have a scene to my story that didn’t exist before.  A few songs have inspired the plot lines for my books.

Authors can find all sorts of thing to inspire them  – to be their muse.  What things inspire you?  Share them with us in the comments below!

Author’s Bio:
Tricia Andersen lives in Iowa with her husband, Brian and her three children – her sons, Jake and Jon, and her daughter, Alex.  She graduated from the University of Iowa with a Bachelor of Arts in English and from Kirkwood Community College with an Associate of Arts degree in Communications Media/Public Relations.  Along with writing (which she loves to do), Tricia coaches and participates in track and field, does kickboxing, reads, sews and is involved in many of her children's activities.

Tricia is a member of the Romance Writers of America and RWA Chapter 177 From the Heart Romance Writers.
Links to buy the book:
Secret Cravings Publishing
Soon to Amazon!

Author’s links:
2.  Facebook
3.  Website
4.  Twitter 
5.  Goodreads

Cassandra is brought to the palace by her grandfather, the sorcerer Malicar, after her parents are brutally murdered.  After being presented to King Thomas she is raised alongside two boys – Thomas’s son, Matthew and Victor, the young man chosen to be Matthew’s commander of the army.

However her life in the royal palace comes at a price. She is vowed into a life of servitude Matthew’s advisor, forfeiting the dream of having a husband and children of her own.

As they mature into adults, childhood curiosities turn to jealousy and burning desire. Cassandra finds herself caught between the two men and forced to make a decision – to throw away her vows for the life she dreamt about with a man she does not love or to stay shackled to the promises she made as a child to be with the man she wants with her heart, body and soul but cannot have.

Cassandra firmly capped the bottle of herbs with a cork and slipped the container in her bag. She marked her books, stacking one on top of the other. Glancing out the window, she watched as Matthew gently kissed Stephana before helping her into the carriage.

Sighing, she pulled herself away from the window to gather more herbs. She picked up her books and the bag of bottles. Then, she hobbled to the door and struggled to open it with her one free hand.

Cassandra jumped back, startled, as she discovered Matthew standing in the doorway. He clung to the doorframe as he stared at her.

“How may I serve, my lord?” she greeted as she awkwardly bowed to him.

“Where are you going?” he asked, barely audible.

“Home. I have much to do before I return in the morning and you leave for battle.”

Matthew paused. “I did not propose to Stephana.”

Cassandra set her items on a table nearby. “That was unwise, my lord.”

Matthew stared at her as he dug his fingernails into the wood of the frame. “Cassa, do not leave me like this.”

Cassandra swallowed as she heard the urgency in his voice. “Like what, my lord?”

“Like this—the formal address, the subservient nature. This.” Matthew stood up straight, taking a step to grip her arms in his hands.

“Tell me her name,” Matthew demanded.

“There is no one.”

“Tell me her name,” Matthew begged. “Tell me, and I will give her my heart and make her my bride. I swear this.”

Cassandra stared at him, tears filling her eyes. “What if she belongs to another man?” She looked away as the words she spoke seemed to crush him. He closed his eyes, fighting to defeat the truth, the truth he already must know. Capitalizing on his weakness, Cassandra pulled away. “I told you there is no one.”

He grasped her hand, pressing it to his heart. “No, my lady, I will win her. I will fight, and I will not stop until she is cradled in my arms. This I promise you. Do you hear me? This I promise you.”
Her tears burst their floodgates as she slipped her fingers from his. “I must go,” she stumbled out. “I have much to do. I must go.”

Cassandra scooped up her books then swept by Matthew and ran down the stairs. She cringed as she heard him call her name, his voice betraying his pain.

Cassandra could not sleep. She lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling of her room as the night passed by. As dawn brushed the sky, she pulled herself from her covers, dressed, and trudged her return to the palace.

In no time, she stood in the courtyard, the soldiers around her completely oblivious to her presence. She glanced up as Victor rode next to her. “Lock yourself in the tower. I will see you when I get back,” he instructed as he kissed her on the cheek.

“Stay safe,” she murmured.

Cassandra looked to the ground as Victor’s horse trotted away. Then, she raised her head as she heard hoof steps approach. Matthew wandered across the courtyard, leading his stallion behind him. His eyes, yearning and desperate, locked on her.

She shuddered as he approached, his stride determined as he wove his way around the soldiers scattered around the courtyard. He stopped, dropping the reins of his horse, when he reached her.
Without warning or care for decency, Matthew cupped Cassandra’s face in his hands drawing her lips to his and parting them in a soul-wrenching kiss. She clung to his arms as he tasted her, clearly searching for confession, answers—her love for him. As he pulled away, he whispered, “Lock yourself in. I could not live another day if anything happened to you.”

Matthew’s fingers caressed Cassandra’s skin once more before they slipped away to grasp his horse's reins. He glanced at her over his shoulder before he disappeared behind the wall. Cassandra hugged herself tightly, her limbs shaking in uncertainty.

Collecting herself as much as possible, she wound her way to her tower blindly. Her thoughts were incoherent. Matthew? Victor? She rubbed her fingertips against her swollen lips. Both had made their feelings for her abundantly clear. And both were riding out to battle. Above all, the vows she had taken as a child dictated she could have neither of them.

Tears filled her eyes as she collapsed onto her cushion. The only thing she knew with clarity was that she needed to get her thoughts together. It wouldn’t be long before she would be joining them on the battlefield.


Angela St. Clair said... Best Blogger Tips

Hooray, I'm not the only writer with an eclectic playlist! Music is a big one for me as well. I usually end up "seeing" my characters connected to a song, kind of like wrestlers have their entrance music.

Jacqueline Seewald said... Best Blogger Tips

Hi, Karen and Tricia,

I love music too, all kinds. But I find when I write I don't want any background sound. I need to totally concentrate and shut out all distractions no matter how pleasant. Congrats on the new publications for both of you!

Tricia Andersen said... Best Blogger Tips

I do the same thing with my characters. There is a song on the Sucker Punch soundtrack called I Want It All/We Will Rock You that is entirely the hero from my other release Black Irish. I can see Sloan's swagger and everything when that song plays.

Tricia Andersen said... Best Blogger Tips

Thank you!!

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Thanks so much for being a guest! Love the book cover. Is the cover what you expected? Better than you expected?

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Thanks so much for stopping by and for the good wishes! :)

triciaandersen said... Best Blogger Tips

Thank you so much for having me, Karen! I am totally in love with this cover. It was more than I expected. For the first week after I got it all I could do was stare at it. (He's so yummy!) It's even the background on my phone now!

Cathy said... Best Blogger Tips

Interesting that you like to listen to music for inspiration while you write.

Your book sounds interesting. Is this a stand alone story or will this be part of a series?

triciaandersen said... Best Blogger Tips

Queen of Savon is a stand one book...for now. I had planned it to be part of a series but haven't gotten that far yet. Maybe at some point...