Thursday, March 8, 2012

Olivia has come to play

Where Do All The Ideas Come From?




Sometimes I wonder where I get the ideas for stories, characters, and plots. It’s like a bottomless well inside my head where at least five or six ideas swirl together at a time. It can be overwhelming, and I find myself stretched between two, three, or more WIPs. I’ve always been this way. A loner as a child, I had plenty of playmates in the realm of my imagination, and that’s simply morphed into a writer with too many plotlines to keep track of.

Maybe it’s remnants of past lives replaying themselves in suppressed memories, and I’m working out issues I once had. Maybe it’s some kind of mental illness like mania. Maybe it’s a blessing from God. I can’t define it, but I do know that my overworked imagination makes me who I am.
And I’m happy with that J

Her Moonlight Lover

Blurb: Stranded in the middle of Iowa, Bailey has to rely on the hospitality of a hot redhead with a body to die for. After skinny dipping leads to an incredible night of Sapphic loving, Bailey is smitten by the eager and willing Melanie.
When morning comes, Bailey may find there’s more to Melanie than meets the eye.
Excerpt: I love a woman with stamina.

Bailey cleared her throat. “So, Melanie, you have a husband somewhere?”

She flashed that gorgeous smile. “Nope.”

“Boyfriend?”

She shook her head. “Nope.”

“Girlfriend?”

Melanie stood in waist deep water. Rivulets poured down her shoulders.

“I-I’ve never been with a woman, actually.” She swept her hands in wide arcs over the surface and small waves lapped at Bailey’s chin where she tread water further from shore. Bailey kicked toward her, then stood and the other woman sucked in a breath, eyes widening. She took a step forward watching closely for any sign that her redhead might shy away.

“Melanie, let me make love to you.”

She peered up through her lashes. “I wouldn’t know how. I mean I know how with a man, but….”

Bailey smiled, reaching a hand to the other woman’s upper arm, letting her fingertips trail to her shoulder then down to the delicate gold chain she wore around her neck. A tiny infinity pendant dangled from it.

Their breaths quickened.

Olivia Starke  www.authoroliviastarke.com    http://romancingthepentoday.blogspot.com 

Author Bio: Olivia Starke calls a little town in southern Missouri home. Some of the most beautiful country in the U.S., she loves the Ozarks and hikes, runs, kayaks, or rides horses whenever possible. When not working at her laptop or in her retail management job, she’s playing mom to an ever expanding collection of dogs, cats, and horses who find their way to her little farm.




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1 comment:

  1. Iowa, O? Really? Le sigh, the hot hot hotness of this one beats the cornfields :)

    Stephanie Beck
    www.stephaniebeck.net

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