One of the things I love about LazyDay Publishing is the fact that they have so many genres to choose from.
From blogger books to paranormal, there is something for everyone and I hope you enjoy all of the genres my publisher has to offer.
Mine is Fantasy.
As I child I enjoyed reading about Knights, Kings and Queens with a dragon or a wizard thrown in for good measure.
All of the stories had a happy ending, all let me escape for a bit.
One day while reading one of my favorite books, I for some reason had it in my head that I could write a story just as good as they could.
My late grandmother, who probably wanted me and my cousins out of her hair for a second simply said, “Just write.”
So I did. I was only maybe six or seven at the time and I remember giving the finished story to my aunt and being very proud that I had written my own Dragon Slayer story.
From that moment on, I was hooked. I never was without a notebook, pen or pencil.
I also kept on reading a lot. And I still do to this day.
If I had any advice to give any writer is to read the genre or genres you’re interested in. It not only can help you to see what other authors are doing, but it can also help you with your own story.
Currently I’m reading George Martin, whose ‘A Song of Fire and Ice ‘is being made into the upcoming HBO series ‘Game of Thrones’.
Since I studied Broadcast Journalism, a lot of my favorite authors are screenwriters. Two of my all time favorite screenwriters are Michael Hirst, creator of ‘The Tudors’ and the upcoming Camelot series, and the late John Hughes.
This brings me to my tale, By Sunset.
A fantasy romance for adults, this is the first book about dueling Royal Families, who race Dragons to win a pair of pink and black diamonds.
Is the tale as simple as that? Of course not! LOL.
If I tell you anymore, I’ll actually spoil the story. So before I type one out, I think I’ll just post the blurb and the excerpt. Enjoy!
A lady in waiting, two princes and a pair of family jewels are enough to bring hell on earth…
Swimming alone, the young woman enjoyed her mid-afternoon swim along the banks of Elderon Lake.
On one of the hottest days she had ever experienced, the large lake and forest were one of the three borders between her kingdom of Kergan and the enemy state of Tacorian.
She adored the solitude, making a point to take an occasional break from her duties as a lady-in-waiting to the youngest heir of Kergan, Princess Isabelle, to relax, reflect and perhaps enjoy some sporadic company with a young border soldier needing his own afternoon stress reliever.
It didn’t matter who they were or if they were from enemy territory. Both royal families of Kergan and Tacorian had more than their equal share of handsome and lustful men on each side that provided her with several hours of pleasure.
Wrapping around the curves of her pale, bare breasts as if it were a winter blanket, the dark water felt amazing against her warm skin.
Floating on her stomach, she flipped herself over on her back watching the blue sky for several minutes, her cascading ebony mane and feet, occasionally making a brief appearance through the water’s surface.
On this day, she contemplated everything from when her nation’s current drought would end, to helping her country’s eldest son, Prince Julian, win the upcoming Dragon Race. Doing this would finally release their nation of Kergan from a mounting economic debt, thanks in part to Tacorian.
In her opinion, she was getting faster by the year. It was only by sheer luck that the Tacorian team won.
Their dragon, Hera, apparently knew the course better.
Unfortunately, because of her win, it may have cost the Dragon her life.
She was concerned for Julian and the royal family she served. People were blamed him for the murder which occurred a couple of nights ago while the Dragon slept quietly in her lair.
Knowing Julian for her entire life, she knew that he wasn’t capable of such a horrendous act.
She turned onto her stomach and dove deeper into the lake swimming underwater for several yards.
Coming up for air was when she noticed him only several feet in front of her.
Lying on the grass, the young man’s ivory shirt was trimmed at the bottom with the crimson and gray colors of the Tacorian.
Her curiosity was peaked. She knew the military garments of the Tacorian army. This wasn’t it. Their coats, their vests, were of red, black and gray.
They never wore white, but for some reason, he did.
His shirt was opened, revealing his tanned skin. He had shoulder-length light brown hair and green eyes.
She swam towards him. The closer she got to him, the more taken she was by him.