No, not the absolutely fabulous book by Victoria Dahl (which you should totally read if you haven’t already) but scenes where a character does the talking down of another, or gets talked down. We’ve all been there, right? You are HOT about something, working yourself up, pissed off or worried, whatever, and your best friend or spouse approaches all slow and gentle and convinces you now might not be the best time to post that blog entry, or to call that relative up and tell them to knock off bugging your mom. Sometimes you need a stern talking down, like when you’re convinced you’ll never sell a book, or that the last book you wrote will be the very last you ever write that’s any good and your friend, also a writer, maybe your agent, will be very curt and tell you to stop wallowing and get on with the business you are fortunate enough to be part of.
Anyway, the talking down from the ledge is a fun scene to write because most of us have been there on one side or the other…
There’s a scene in Never Enough where Brody has to step in and talk Adrian down from something foolhardy – but I’m gonna be mean and make you wait a while for that one. Abbie has to talk her father down a few times in Relentless. There is much talking down from Chases and their assorted friends and family. But in the end, how about a sneak peek at GODDESS WITH A BLADE where Rowan has to talk herself down after she’s done something risky…
GODDESS WITH A BLADE by LAUREN DANE
Copyright 2011, Lauren Dane
All Rights Reserved, Carina Press
Releasing June 6
“I know your history.” His voice was a growl.
“And I know yours.” Her reply was a whisper and suddenly he was right behind her. “You know what this is. The body was dropped some miles out of town in the middle of an abandoned field. No tracks of any kind around the body. No tire marks. Nothing.”
He was silent for a moment. “It could have been an animal.”
She spun then, eyes narrowed, mouth set in a frustrated slash. “You know what this is. Stop it! What is it with you people anyway? You just don’t fucking care that one of your own has murdered this girl and left her body in the middle of nowhere. Animals wouldn’t go near it. All the time it sat out there in the open and nothing touched it. I’m here to tell you that the cops are investigating and this will bring down a whole load of shit on your heads. I will hunt this lawbreaker, Scion. So wise up and get out of my way. I only came as a courtesy.”
“Courtesy?” His face was close to hers, anger radiating from him. “You have no courtesy. Damn you,” he murmured right before his lips found hers, taking her in a rough kiss.
Before the surprise set in and enabled her to pull away, desire, hot and forbidden rushed through her body as her hands fisted in the front of his expensive shirt.
The cool of the window at her back didn’t matter as his lips owned hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth, shocking in the contrast of temperature even though it was only a few degrees different. It’d been a very long time since she’d kissed a Vampire. She’d been young then, a totally different person.
Wantonly, she writhed against his body, the hardness of him sliding against her breasts, her thighs. She kept her grip on his shirt, knowing if she let go, her fingers might wander to places best left untouched.
He had no such compulsion though. Slightly rough, as if he couldn’t touch enough of her at once, his hands roved over her body, up her thighs, across her belly, skirting her breasts, through her hair. All the while he kissed and kissed her with a feral intensity that made her lose her mind.
He broke away, pupils dilated, breath heaving from him, his incisors gleaming in the low light, and a thrill skittered through her, even as she knew she should be ashamed.
He groaned and laughed ruefully. “This is so wrong.”
“Yes, it’s wrong.” Was he gonna do something with what he was packing behind his zipper or what? Why was he questioning it now?
“I already want to do it again. What are you doing to me? This is your fault.” He pushed away and began to pace.
It was her turn to laugh and thank the Goddess he’d acted like the prick he was to help her wrest control from her hormones.
“My fault? Who shoved their tongue in whose throat? You started it. You were all Frenching me and grinding your dick on me and stuff. I was just you know, um, stuck between you and the window.”
“Must you be so bloody vulgar?”
“Vulgar? You think that was vulgar? You’re a pussy. And anyway, you said bloody! I know that’s a bad word to you Brits.”
“You make me vulgar. Damn you.”
“Yeah?” She exhaled violently. “I’m already damned. Now, where’s the bathroom?”
He pointed and she snatched up her bag and sealed herself in the palatial powder room, staring at herself in the mirror. She gripped the marble countertop so hard the tendons in her hands protested.
Ruthlessly, she forced herself under control.
What had she done? What would she have done if he hadn’t stopped? He was the enemy and she was a traitor for even letting him touch her. Guilt and shame warred within until anger pushed it all away.
He’d had the audacity to blame her? Oh he was such a piece of work. All Vampires were so damned arrogant. He should be thanking his lucky stars she hadn’t twisted his ‘nads off!
She splashed cold water on her face and reapplied her lipstick. Clive Stewart needed to be kept at a distance. He was a Vampire. Underline, underline, bold and exclamation points. She knew, only too well, what they were. What they were capable of.
Methodically, she smoothed her clothing and fixed her hair.
There was no reason to have anything but a business relationship with him. The more he feared her wrath, the better. Wrath didn’t include kissing and second base.
Looking at herself in the mirror again, she repeated that last bit, just to make it extra clear to herself because she totally was a bad influence, even on her own self.