Many times
over in interviews by various people, I’ve been asked about my writing process.
Do I listen to music when writing or do I need the absolute silence.
And many times
over, readers/interviewers are surprised to learn that I write when there’s a
lot of hustle and bustle going on around here. With three very active kids, one
being fifteen whose social life is always a debate, and a husband who loves to
spend time together, it is not easy to find a quiet corner/room and write for
hours on end. So, I figured, what the
hell. If I can’t find that quiet place to write, I’d adjust and deal with it. I
became used to the noises around me, in the back of my mind that still sifted
through from time to time though I’d try to zone out.
Thankfully,
the kids have school and hubs works split shifts so I do get a few days a week
of no one being around and get even more work done. However, the TV or stereo
has to be playing. I’ve become so used to the additional noise that I can’t
seem to write without it now. Just
desserts? Probably, and it’s a pain sometimes, but true.
Writing is
not easy, it’s not a hobby for me and it’s a full time job. I’m glad I was able
to adjust and work around the family. I find I am still productive and like
that I can lose myself to the characters and story without shutting myself away
in another room. There are times when i
do wish to hear music as well, to draw inspiration from a song/voice and really
be taken away. Slow, R&B ballads are particularly sexy to write to. As are
rebellious rock songs! *g*
Now all
that said, love scenes…
I will
shut myself in the office or bedroom to write the love sccenes. I can’t have a
kid looking over my shoulder and reading anything that s/he shouldn’t and the
love scenes are intimate and best done alone. Nothing like trying to make a
love scene set the pages of a book on fire as I hear kids talk about cartoons,
the school day or what video game is the next must buy. *g*
So who
needs the silence? Do you need to write
in silence? Or can you write anywhere?
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SINFUL Excerpt © Kacey
Hammell,
Mikayla
hung up her skirt on the clipped hanger, making a mental note to take it home
after her meeting with Desmond Ritchie and his brother-in-law so that it could
be dry-cleaned.
Anxious to get out front, her hands shook and
her steps clumsy, as she hurriedly put her things away, she rechecked her
makeup one last time.
Standing straight, Mikayla looked herself over
in the mirror. Normally after work she’d dress in an old, comfortable pair of
jeans, sweatshirt and running shoes, but tonight that wasn’t an option.
For her meeting she decided to keep her black
halter-top on that she’d worn onstage, and instead of her normal worn jeans,
she dressed in pleated black dress slacks that were comfortable, yet
professional. She still wore her red heels with straps at the ankles. Though
her slacks covered the straps, they were her favourite pair and she looked sexy
as hell in them.
Nothing
like a pair of fuck me shoes to give a girl a boost.
Around her bare shoulders, she wore a sheer
silk, red shawl that added colour to her outfit and she just couldn’t resist.
Red was a power colour in her mind,
and exuded confidence in the person wearing it. Plus it brought out her blue
eyes.
At least that was her opinion and tonight she
needed all the confidence she could get. If Desmond Ritchie was for real, then
hers and Matthew’s lives could change forever.
Taking a deep breath and resisting the urge to
giggle in her excitement, something a woman of thirty just didn’t do, she
grabbed her small black purse from the dressing table, spun on her heel and
headed to the door.
Throwing open the door, she didn’t see anything
but a large black blur coming at her and then she was falling. Her purse fell
as she reached out to grab whatever she could to stay upright.
Landing on her back on the floor, the fluffy
grey carpeting at her back cushioning the fall, Mikayla sucked in a breath.
Old Spice and an inebriating masculine scent
filled her nostrils and she opened her eyes. Looking into the deepest pair of
brown eyes she’d ever seen, she was surprised to realize that a large man was
lying on top of her.
A hell of a sexy guy to be exact. Wavy, chestnut
brown hair, deep brown eyes and lush, full lips were all she could see. Never
in her life had she seen such a god-like, beyond gorgeous Adonis this up close
and personal.
In many ways, he reminded her of the actor,
Matthew McConaughey, but with darker hair.
Small differences didn’t matter, McConaughey was
her favourite actor, the man of many of her fantasies as she pleasured herself
in her own room in the dark. Any man that could come close to Matthew
McConaughey in looks and what she believed he’d feel like in her arms, was okay
with her.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Gallan. The door opened so
quickly, I didn’t have time to…”
Hearing his deep baritone voice, Mikayla’s body
felt things it hadn’t felt in years. Desire, pulsating need and wetness between
her thighs all registered in her passion-filled thoughts as she stared into his
brown eyes.
Licking her lips, swallowing to wet her parched
throat, hoping to vocalize some outrage or say something at least, Mikayla
watched his eyes darken as he stared at her mouth.
Heat pooled even hotter in her belly and between
her legs. She couldn’t remember where she was or whatever the hell she was
about to say.
This man on top of her, her arms around him,
Mikayla was certain that all was right with the world. The building around them
could have fallen down and she wouldn’t have cared. Within his arms, she felt
she was where she needed to be.
“Ms. Gallan? Are you all right?” McConaughey
look-alike asked, his eyes still watching her lips.
Wetting her lips again, she asked in a
still-parched voice, “Who are you?”
“Sin. My name’s Sin.”
Oh my god.
Mikayla couldn’t have asked for a hotter fire to
fan the flames but the temperature had just risen another one hundred degrees.
Just his name, said in that deep voice, did things to her that should be
illegal.
“Yes, sin you most certainly are.” Mikayla
barely had time to register that she’d spoken aloud when he groaned and lowered
his head.
Lips met hers in an explosive, wet kiss that
would have knocked her on her ass had she not been lying down. Those lush and full lips captured hers and
their tongues tangled.
He tasted of all man and a faint hint of
peppermint. His hands held her head in place as if she’d move it at any second
and she felt the softness of his palms resting on her cheeks.
Lost in the arousing and powerful sensations of
their kiss, Mikayla’s hands roamed his back, shaping his corded muscles, making
her shiver. Groaning into his mouth, she opened hers wider, taking more of his
taste and his tongue into her mouth. She didn’t want to stop kissing him any
time soon.
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