They stole her love, her life and want to steal the secrets secured in her mind.
Honora Reyestat gave up everything to become a member of the esteemed Gregarian Guard. No family, no friends, no connections--nothing that can ever be used against her. Captured and enslaved, she's become a prized gladiator for her master. Given the task of training a new slave, she recognizes a fellow Zolthor and the son of a tribal leader at that. Her mission changes from discovery of the enemy's tactics and secrets to returning Joridan to his people.
Drawn to this fierce woman as no other, Joridan Dolana tries to explain she is wrong. He's not Zolthor, he's Centauri. He was raised on Centauri with his sister. Faced with proof of a father's ultimate betrayal, he must choose between revenge and the protection of this woman who has sworn to never return his love.
Quick Facts
Release Date: December 22, 2012.
Genre: Romance, Sci Fi
Genre: Romance, Sci Fi
Formats: Kindle, Nook, Kobo, Smashwords, Apple
The Author
Cynthia Woolf was born in Denver, Colorado and raised in the mountains west of Golden. She spent her early years running wild around the mountain side with her friends.
She worked her way through college and went to work full time straight after graduation and there was little time to write. Then in 1990 she and two friends started a round robin writing a story about pirates. She found that she missed the writing and kept on with other stories. In 1992 she joined Colorado Romance Writers and Romance Writers of America.
Unfortunately, the loss of her job demanded she not renew her memberships and her writing stagnated for many years.
In 2001, she saw an ad in the paper for a writer’s conference being put on by CRW and decided she'd attend. One of her favorite authors, Catherine Coulter, was the keynote speaker. Cynthia was lucky enough to have a seat at Ms. Coulter's table at the luncheon and after talking with her, decided she needed to get back to her writing. She rejoined both CRW and RWA that day and hasn't looked back.
Guest Post: Biggest Challenge as a writer
My biggest challenge as a writer is putting down all the stories in my head and fleshing them out. I have so many ideas, but because I’m a pantser, I have a hard time getting the story to the end. Fleshing them out so they match the story in my head is another problem I have. I know what the story is and I write so fast sometimes to get it down, that I forget that the reader doesn’t know the story and is just reading it for the first time. This is where critique partners are invaluable. They keep me on the right path and remind me to give the reader the information that is in my head.
As a pantser, I don’t plot my stories. I usually know the beginning and the end, but not the middle. Because of this I often have what they call the sagging middle. This is where my critique partners come in. They give me ideas of where to go and what to do while I reach my happily ever after. Sometimes that means giving me ideas for new scenes, sometimes it’s just a matter of fleshing out the scene that is there.
I’ve found that I write like I want to read. I tend, as a reader, to skip over a lot of the description in a book. I want to get on with the story and the description of the flowerbeds is a distraction for me. I put in enough description to set the scene but not to overpower the reader. I don’t want them to stop in the story to wonder what color the flowers in that flowerbed are. My critique partners help me to put in the description because I will forget it and then have too many dialogue scenes and it comes across as talking heads, which is not my intention.
I’ve tried plotting. I’ve taken and continue to take classes to learn how to plot. And I’ve learned how to plot but I don’t really like it. It seems that after I plot the book, I don’t want to write it anymore because it feels like it’s already been written and there are no surprises. Without the surprises, I get bored. For me writing the book is like reading it for the first time. It’s all new and shiny.
As you can see, there are a lot of challenges to writing a book. It’s not an easy thing to do. But the rewards, the letters I get from readers, the reviews that they leave me, make it all worth it. I love being able to give a reader a good story with a happy ending. I love being able to take her away from her workaday world and allow her to escape and get the happy ending that she may not have in real life. That makes it all worth it.
Excerpt
“Oww” a woman’s voice awash with pain reached his ears.
“You disappoint me, Honora. You continue to try to escape me. When will you learn?” asked a whiney voiced man.
The whip struck flesh. Again the woman moaned but didn’t scream. She didn’t scream.
When he woke again he was not alone but the man with the whip was gone. Chained across the room from him, hung by her wrists, was a woman. He could see the lash marks on her back. Lash upon lash, new over old. They obstructed the beautiful tattoo of a dragon on her back. The blood hard to see within the red of the dragon.
Crawling to her he released her hands from the chains holding her up. She collapsed in a heap on the floor. He crawled back to his side of the room as darkness overtook him once more.
*****
The dried blood on her back cracked with each movement, but she worked through the pain as she stretched. Breathed deep and accepted the pain. Her sword weighed heavier in her hand than usual. More evidence of the lashing two nights ago. She looked down at the unconscious man at her feet. A new recruit. A Zolthor, like herself. Another reason Perdor punished her for her attempted escape, her sixth try in as many months.
This last punishment was the worst. Five lashes. Not enough to incapacitate her but enough to make her remember. Perdor wanted her to be able to train the new slave. He wanted them to be a team, good enough to take on all contenders. He’d be the only owner with two Zolthor fighting for him. Not just one, but a team. He was practically wetting himself in anticipation of the beras that he’ll win with a team of Zolthor fighters.
Again she looked down on the naked man. Long brown lashes lay against his cheek. A nice contrast to his golden blond hair. What color eyes did they hide? Blue? Green? Brown perhaps. She’d find out soon enough.
He was a beautiful man. Well formed. Broad shoulders. Trim waist. Long muscular legs. He looked like a warrior. Would be a good fighter. Maybe even a good lover as he appeared well endowed there as well.
He’d awakened from the drug induced sleep long enough to crawl over and release her from the chains. For that she was grateful. Her wrists didn’t hurt as much as usual because of him. Using her blades was easier than it had been after her previous punishments.
Time to wake up the sleeping man and get him trained. Time was short and she intended to make the most of it. He would learn or he would die.
“You disappoint me, Honora. You continue to try to escape me. When will you learn?” asked a whiney voiced man.
The whip struck flesh. Again the woman moaned but didn’t scream. She didn’t scream.
When he woke again he was not alone but the man with the whip was gone. Chained across the room from him, hung by her wrists, was a woman. He could see the lash marks on her back. Lash upon lash, new over old. They obstructed the beautiful tattoo of a dragon on her back. The blood hard to see within the red of the dragon.
Crawling to her he released her hands from the chains holding her up. She collapsed in a heap on the floor. He crawled back to his side of the room as darkness overtook him once more.
*****
The dried blood on her back cracked with each movement, but she worked through the pain as she stretched. Breathed deep and accepted the pain. Her sword weighed heavier in her hand than usual. More evidence of the lashing two nights ago. She looked down at the unconscious man at her feet. A new recruit. A Zolthor, like herself. Another reason Perdor punished her for her attempted escape, her sixth try in as many months.
This last punishment was the worst. Five lashes. Not enough to incapacitate her but enough to make her remember. Perdor wanted her to be able to train the new slave. He wanted them to be a team, good enough to take on all contenders. He’d be the only owner with two Zolthor fighting for him. Not just one, but a team. He was practically wetting himself in anticipation of the beras that he’ll win with a team of Zolthor fighters.
Again she looked down on the naked man. Long brown lashes lay against his cheek. A nice contrast to his golden blond hair. What color eyes did they hide? Blue? Green? Brown perhaps. She’d find out soon enough.
He was a beautiful man. Well formed. Broad shoulders. Trim waist. Long muscular legs. He looked like a warrior. Would be a good fighter. Maybe even a good lover as he appeared well endowed there as well.
He’d awakened from the drug induced sleep long enough to crawl over and release her from the chains. For that she was grateful. Her wrists didn’t hurt as much as usual because of him. Using her blades was easier than it had been after her previous punishments.
Time to wake up the sleeping man and get him trained. Time was short and she intended to make the most of it. He would learn or he would die.
FOLLOW THE TOUR:
Tour Schedule
Love in a Book: Review and Guest Post.
Second book to the Right: Review.
A Novel Idea Live: Promo.
Mar 17: I Know that Book: Interview.
Mar 18: Black Lion Tour Blog: Wrap-up.
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Thank you for having me here today. I appreciate it.
ReplyDeleteWow, Cindy. You're doing quite the whirlwind tour. Your critters are always my favorite part of your books (e.g. snarlots and tankipas) :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks Allie. I love coming up with my animals. :-)
DeleteHi Cindy, as another pantser who records her dreams I have found that if you try to write out a quick draft of the scene first thing in the morning - record everything you saw and heard - you can always go back and revise it later.
ReplyDeleteAbout saggy middles. I've aften had to force in a nap (with the scene in my head) hoping my muse will reappear and continue the story. So far it is woring for me. I wake refreshed with the next scene as vivid and descriptive as the first. If you can train your muse to share their story over a time period - trying to capture everything in one night is hard, especially since the average person only remembers seconds of a dream.
I agree with you 100% regarding CP's - they are worth their weight in gold.
I'm enjoying following you around from one spot to another. V
Thanks Virginia. Yes, I don't know what I'd do without my CP's. My books would suffer I can tell you that.
DeleteCindy - I have so many similar issues that you have - pantster, sagging middle, lack of description. You are right - critique partners are the lifesavers!
ReplyDeleteWhat a whirlwind of a tour!
Thanks Marlie. It is a whirlwind tour but I'm having a great time with it and Black Lion has been great to work with.
DeleteI'm the opposite, Cindy. If I don't have my plot all worked out, I get stymied.
ReplyDeleteI really wish I could plot. I'm just not good at it. Glad to see you here, Roxy.
DeleteYou are so right about critique partners. I am also a pantster and no more could make an outline and fly. I am not a note or list maker. My characters write the book and are always surprising me with what they want to do. I have added a male to my list of CPs and he is wonderful helping with the male POV and jazzing up my stories.
ReplyDeleteBest of luck with your story, Cynthia.
Hi Paisley. Having a male to help with the male POV would be wonderful, I get that kind of help from my husband.
DeleteCynthia, I love to hear how pantser write since I'm such a plotter. It amazes me that they keep going not knowing where it is going. But, I'm anal-retentive that way. LOL :) Beautiful cover and exciting sounding story.
ReplyDeleteThanks Jill. I'm always amazed by people who can plot. I'm so envious.
DeleteHi, Cynthia. Writing is difficult. I'm a pantster too and sometimes I run off on a tangent that doesn't move the story forward. My CPs are invaluable. Good luck with your books!
ReplyDeleteHi Dawn Marie. I'm always going off on tangents. Then I have to take it all out and it just breaks my heart.
DeleteHi Cynthia,
ReplyDeleteI'm glad there are others out there who think writing is hard and thank your critique partners for me. I love your books!
Hi Linda. WRiting is hard but I wouldn't do anything else for the world.
DeleteI'm like you, Cindy...I write what I like to read.
ReplyDeleteHi Angela. I think it's good to write what we like to read at least that way we always have a book we like. :-)
DeleteI'm a total pantzer. I'll start stories and realize they are going nowhere because it's just another love story and there's nothing special about it. At least with romance we know they must have a HEA. There's nothing worse than reading a book with a sad ending. I figured that out as a kid when I went to see the movie Old Yeller. I never wanted another sad ending again.
ReplyDeleteE. Ayers
Hi E. I've got several stories started that I haven't finished yet because I don't know where to go from here. I might get them out again soon though. I need to have something new to write and they are definitely new. It's been so long since I wrote anything on them I don't remember what they're about. LOL
DeleteOh, that's really bad! LOL
DeleteE. Ayers
I think it would depend on what the person had done.
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