Host Jean Murray: I am so happy to welcome Author Lynn Rush to Wicked Romance today. Her novel, Wasteland, from Crescent Moon Press is a fabulous tale about good versus evil with Angels, Demons and Guardians. I’ve had the pleasure of reading Lynn’s debut release and will tell you it is fabulous. Take a moment and check out Wasteland’s Book Trailer.
Bound by the blood contract his human mother signed four centuries ago, half-demon, David Sadler, must obey his demonic Master’s order to capture fifteen-year-old Jessica Hanks. But as he learns more about her, he realizes she may be the key to freedom from his demonic enslavement.
The only obstacle—Jessica’s distractingly beautiful Guardian, Rebeka Abbott. He must not give in to their steamy chemistry, or he will lose his humanity. But fresh off a quarter millennia of sensory deprivation as punishment for not retrieving his last target, he may not be able to resist temptation long enough to save what’s left of his human soul.
So, let me introduce you to Lynn…
Lynn Rush began her writing career in 2008. She has both an undergraduate and graduate degree in the mental health field and has enjoyed applying that unique knowledge to develop unique characters. A former inline speed skater and mountain biker, Lynn has been known to test the limits of her athletic endurance. So, when she’s not writing, she spends time enjoying the Arizona sunshine by road biking nearly 100 miles per week with her husband of fifteen years and going on jogs with her loveable Shetland Sheep dogs.
For more about Lynn and her many talents, visit her here…..
Catch the Rush: www.lynnrush.com
GUEST AUTHOR LYNN RUSH ~ FIRST PERSON POINT OF VIEW
I love reading and writing in the first person point of view. There’s just something so deep about it. But since my novel, Wasteland, came out, I’ve been
asked a couple of questions about writing the first person point of view.
How’d you choose a male POV when you’re a chick? Okay, they didn’t word the question exactly like that, I paraphrased.
Men intrigue me. Specifically how they react to things, and their innate need to protect. Now, I’ve written a couple articles about writing the male POV, one of which one was posted with Chuck Sambuchino’s Writer’s Digest blog, so I won’t rehash the details of that here. But one really interesting thing I love is men tend to be very visual and not much about talking. That was a fun challenge to tackle when penning David’s character.
Another question I’m often asked:
The MALE POV…Fine, I get that…but he was a half-demon on top of that? What were you thinking? Demons are typically the bad guy and you wrote the story from HIS point of view?
OH YEAH. It’s super fun to write about tortured characters. And poor David is just that. He didn’t ask his mother to sell his soul to Lucifer. He didn’t ask to be half-demon and have to run souls for the devil. He didn’t want to kill innocents to get his marks, but if he didn’t complete his tasks he suffered solitary confinement for his failure.
Two hundred and fifty years of solitary…
All he wanted was to be free. So, he wasn’t all that bad. Sure, he had to do some naughty things throughout the centuries, but he clung to the little human soul he had left, hoping to find a way out. That was just really fun to write.
So, readers…what’s your
favorite point of view to read?
Writers…what point of view do
you enjoy writing (and reading for that matter)?
Here’s a little taste of Wasteland:
Copyright © 2011 Lynn Rush. All rights reserved — a Crescent Moon Press publication
“One more dance?” She focused on me, her lips puckered out. “That song was half-way through, so it doesn’t count.”
“I should g-”
“Just one.” She gathered me to her, flattening her breasts against my chest. So close she had to put one of her feet between mine so we could move. Her warmth seeped through her thin shirt into mine. Hunger for her forced the air from my lungs. The demon demanded to be let out.
“So, do you have a name?” Her minty breath washed over me, and I put my hands on her hips.
“What is yours?” I asked.
“Rebeka, but everyone calls me Beka.”
“You frequent this establishment?”
Her inner thigh skimmed my leg as she leaned into me more. My hold on her hips tightened, keeping her core from mine. The prickle of my demon sliced at my heart, urging me to pull her close. My heart pounded and body tightened. I couldn’t handle much more touching before I lost control.
“Yes. I’m here often.” She held my gaze. “Tell me your name.”
“I am David.”
We swayed in silence, her body dangerously close to mine, yet I absorbed every touch. I played with fire remaining in her embrace, but for unknown reasons, I dove in further.
“Where are you from, Beka?”
“Here. I was raised here. You?”
“Nowhere special. Passing through town.”
Her gaze inched down. “Just passing through? How long will you be here?”
“Not sure yet.”
Her teeth sank into her lip again. I stiffened. That gesture with her mouth was too much. “I should be going now.”
“Will you be back?” She loosened her grip.
Frigid air seeped between us, and I wanted to pull her close again. She felt like heaven against me. “I might be.”
“Hope so.” She winked.
My gaze swept over her body, taking in the soft, delicate skin held captive by her tank top. With each breath her chest swelled. We hadn’t danced quickly, but she was winded. A thin,
black line of ink peeked out from behind her earlobe. The beginnings of a tattoo. Possibly marking her identity. Guardians bore a tattoo distinguishing them from humans. I drew in a breath, strengthening my resolve to remain in control, and cupped her cheek. She gasped and leaned into my hand like I’d hoped.
The fury of blazing heat streaming from her face in my grasp threatened to distract me. My pulse hammered. But I had to see the mark. A thin line followed the curve of her lobe and disappeared into the shadow behind her ear. Her teeth grated her lip. Must be a nervous habit. But the action chipped at my resolve each time.
One quick taste.
I brought my other hand to her face, the side with the mark, and curled my fingers around her neck, moving my thumb behind her ear. Her hands cuffed my wrists, but not to push me away. Instead her stare bore into mine like a freight train. The flashing lights of the club bounced a coral, teal, and violet rainbow over her shimmering skin.
The people surrounding us blurred into oblivion, and the music faded into a storm of muffled pitches and tones. I concentrated on her shining lips and took in the warmth of her body so close to mine. I wanted only the sense of touch to be awake while I reveled in the silky texture of her skin. For so long I’d touched nothing. If I was going to break my rules, I would enjoy it.
Her hands glided from my wrists down my forearms and up my biceps, sending a ripple of desire through my soul. I could resist no longer. I brushed my lips against hers and tasted melon. She heaved a sharp breath and clamped her fingers around my shoulders, holding me in place. Scents of lilac permeated me. My heart hammered, and my demon pounded, wanting out. Wanting her. I turned my head, severing our connection. Too intense. Must stay in control. She let out a whimper. I pressed my mouth to her cheek and tilted her head.
I almost wished I hadn’t.
She bore the mark of a Guardian, immortal protectors of the humans. I drank Beka in for three long breaths, knowing it may be my last chance to hold her close. Because if Beka truly was guarding Jessica Hanks I would more than likely have to kill her to get my Mark.
Host Jean Murray: I want to thank Lynn for taking the reins at Wicked Romance. Wasteland is one of the first person POV’s that I’ve enjoyed reading and highly recommend you check it out. There are more in this series to come, so don’t wait.
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