I am pleased to welcome a truly lovely writer, Daisy Banks to What I Wrote Wednesday. I met Daisy shortly after I signed my first contract with Lyrical Press and she has been great supporter and guide along the way. I think everyone should have someone like Daisy in their life. Here's a peek at her work in progress.
Thank you for letting me visit, Gemma, it’s always fun to do so and especially for ‘What I wrote Wednesday.
There is a lot going on at present, I have a new release on the 10th of August, Christmas Carols, published by Liquid Silver Books. I’ve just signed a new contract and am preparing an August blog tour. Even so I am still working on other stories too. This little excerpt from one of my current works in progress is totally unedited so I do hope readers will forgive any bloopers. I don’t yet have a title for this story I’ve tried two and they don’t seem to fit so at present all I call it is ‘Goddess in the city’.
Tim blinked and wondered if tonight was the night he’d lose it completely and become one of the rabid mumblers he met in the places he haunted. For Christ’s sake! The woman stood naked.
She pranced like a dancer on the pavement and wrapped her arms around her middle. “So cold!”
Placing the banjo case on the floor he shrugged his backpack down and stripped off his jacket. Wads of his carefully horded newspaper bowled down the street. “Here,” he said and draped his leather around her shoulders. “What happened? Do you want me to get the police?”
He stared around for the attackers who must have stripped her. He could hardly tell in the gloom, but though he did give her a twice over look, what with the view being so delicious, whoever had taken her clothes didn’t seem to have done anything worse.
She shook her head. “I didn’t realize it could be so cold. Where am I?”
Oh, hell. She must be stoned out of her head. “You’re in the city centre at ten o’clock on Wednesday night, the eighteenth of December,” he said. “Mean anything to you?”
The street light illuminated her face as she looked up. She flicked strands of shimmery golden hair which the wind blew. Her eyes—blue like the poets said the oceans were—met his gaze. A dizzy kind of surprise rose up in a wave. He’d never seen a more beautiful woman in his life. Not even the airbrushed lovelies on the bill boards could compare. He breathed in and captured the lush scent of her. She surely was all woman.
“I’m a little lost.” She peered beyond him to the deserted square.
“Do you have a place to stay?”
“No, I didn’t think it would be dark. I thought it would be morning.” Another rash of shivers shook through her making her pearly white teeth chatter.
Pearly. Pearls. He reached out to touch the strand of the gem like ovals woven through her hair. Smooth strands caressed his palm. She gave him a smile and the warmth inside him exploded into a heated rush of desire. He took a deep breath at the sheer thundering throb of the almighty erection fighting to get out of his jeans. “My God,” he whispered.
“Which god? I can give them a message if you’d like me to.” Her gaze caressed him as though he were the love of her life.
Nuts, totally brain mashed, but so beautiful. “Yeah,” he said. “I’m sure you could give all kinds of gods messages, babe, but you can’t stay here like this. Are those real?” he asked, and looked again at the strand of pearls in her hair.
There is a lot going on at present, I have a new release on the 10th of August, Christmas Carols, published by Liquid Silver Books. I’ve just signed a new contract and am preparing an August blog tour. Even so I am still working on other stories too. This little excerpt from one of my current works in progress is totally unedited so I do hope readers will forgive any bloopers. I don’t yet have a title for this story I’ve tried two and they don’t seem to fit so at present all I call it is ‘Goddess in the city’.
Tim blinked and wondered if tonight was the night he’d lose it completely and become one of the rabid mumblers he met in the places he haunted. For Christ’s sake! The woman stood naked.
She pranced like a dancer on the pavement and wrapped her arms around her middle. “So cold!”
Placing the banjo case on the floor he shrugged his backpack down and stripped off his jacket. Wads of his carefully horded newspaper bowled down the street. “Here,” he said and draped his leather around her shoulders. “What happened? Do you want me to get the police?”
He stared around for the attackers who must have stripped her. He could hardly tell in the gloom, but though he did give her a twice over look, what with the view being so delicious, whoever had taken her clothes didn’t seem to have done anything worse.
She shook her head. “I didn’t realize it could be so cold. Where am I?”
Oh, hell. She must be stoned out of her head. “You’re in the city centre at ten o’clock on Wednesday night, the eighteenth of December,” he said. “Mean anything to you?”
The street light illuminated her face as she looked up. She flicked strands of shimmery golden hair which the wind blew. Her eyes—blue like the poets said the oceans were—met his gaze. A dizzy kind of surprise rose up in a wave. He’d never seen a more beautiful woman in his life. Not even the airbrushed lovelies on the bill boards could compare. He breathed in and captured the lush scent of her. She surely was all woman.
“I’m a little lost.” She peered beyond him to the deserted square.
“Do you have a place to stay?”
“No, I didn’t think it would be dark. I thought it would be morning.” Another rash of shivers shook through her making her pearly white teeth chatter.
Pearly. Pearls. He reached out to touch the strand of the gem like ovals woven through her hair. Smooth strands caressed his palm. She gave him a smile and the warmth inside him exploded into a heated rush of desire. He took a deep breath at the sheer thundering throb of the almighty erection fighting to get out of his jeans. “My God,” he whispered.
“Which god? I can give them a message if you’d like me to.” Her gaze caressed him as though he were the love of her life.
Nuts, totally brain mashed, but so beautiful. “Yeah,” he said. “I’m sure you could give all kinds of gods messages, babe, but you can’t stay here like this. Are those real?” he asked, and looked again at the strand of pearls in her hair.
Oh - a story about a goddess! I loved this snippet from Daisy's new work. But let's take a peek at Christmas Carols now. And check out that special offer from her publisher.
Christmas Carols published by Liquid Silver Books can be pre-ordered with a tempting early bird discount of 20% here http://bit.ly/1l0mX2Y
Blurb
Stephen Grafton, the blind organist at Holy Trinity Church, is gaining a reputation for his fine playing and compositions. Alice Broadbrace’s initial venture back into society after years in deep mourning brings her to the notice of the talented organist, and he offers her the opportunity to sing a solo carol to his accompaniment. His courage convinces her to find her own, while her charm entices him into thoughts of romance. A difficult walk in a snow storm is only the beginning of Stephen and Alice’s journey to happiness. Enjoy this sweet Victorian tale of talent and love blossoming.
Release Date: August 10, 2015
Blurb
Stephen Grafton, the blind organist at Holy Trinity Church, is gaining a reputation for his fine playing and compositions. Alice Broadbrace’s initial venture back into society after years in deep mourning brings her to the notice of the talented organist, and he offers her the opportunity to sing a solo carol to his accompaniment. His courage convinces her to find her own, while her charm entices him into thoughts of romance. A difficult walk in a snow storm is only the beginning of Stephen and Alice’s journey to happiness. Enjoy this sweet Victorian tale of talent and love blossoming.
Release Date: August 10, 2015
Author Bio
Daisy Banks writes sensual and spicy romance in the Historical, Paranormal and Fantasy genres. Daisy is passionate about her stories. Her focus is to offer the best tale she can to readers. Daisy is married, with two grown up sons. Antiques and collecting entertain Daisy when she isn’t writing. There are also some rare occasions she makes a meal that doesn’t stick to the pan.
Find Daisy Banks here
Blog http://daisybanks.wordpress.com/
Twitter @DaisyBanks16
Facebook http://on.fb.me/18iRC35
Pinterest http://bit.ly/16sF1XG
Tsu http://www.tsu.co/DaisyBanks
Amazon http://amazon.com/author/daisybanks
Daisy Banks is the author of:
Christmas Carols
Marked for Magic
To Eternity
A Perfect Match
Timeless
Valentine Wishes
A Gentleman’s Folly
Your Heart My Soul
Fiona’s Wish
A Matter of Some Scandal
Daisy Banks writes sensual and spicy romance in the Historical, Paranormal and Fantasy genres. Daisy is passionate about her stories. Her focus is to offer the best tale she can to readers. Daisy is married, with two grown up sons. Antiques and collecting entertain Daisy when she isn’t writing. There are also some rare occasions she makes a meal that doesn’t stick to the pan.
Find Daisy Banks here
Blog http://daisybanks.wordpress.com/
Twitter @DaisyBanks16
Facebook http://on.fb.me/18iRC35
Pinterest http://bit.ly/16sF1XG
Tsu http://www.tsu.co/DaisyBanks
Amazon http://amazon.com/author/daisybanks
Daisy Banks is the author of:
Christmas Carols
Marked for Magic
To Eternity
A Perfect Match
Timeless
Valentine Wishes
A Gentleman’s Folly
Your Heart My Soul
Fiona’s Wish
A Matter of Some Scandal
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