Friday, September 11, 2009
Maturity? Who, Me?
I peeked at the blog before I wrote my guest post and had to giggle – right there above my picture was the word mature. Rarely a word associated with me, to be honest. At least, not in my own mind. And probably not in the minds of most people who know me LOL.
Of course, I did realize before I’d finished my giggle that the maturity refers to age. But again, my first thought was: “Ack, am I getting old already?” Quickly followed by: “Oh no, I don’t want to grow up.” Which I think plays in to my love of being a writer. Get this, I have a job that lets me stay up as late as I want, work in my jammies, make up tall tales and party like a rock star when my book is out.
Every kid’s dream, right?
My most recent Blaze, FEELS LIKE THE FIRST TIME, revolves around a 10 year class reunion. And believe me, my characters think their *so* much more mature than they were in school. And yet, as soon as they are reunited with the people they graduated high school with, the characters slip right back into the same angsts and worries they’d had a decade before. Only now, my heroine and hero are much better prepared to deal with both said angst – and their wild attraction to each other. Adding another level to the maturity theme, Zoe is older than Dex (by a year, not quite cougar status, but still...)
This is an excerpt from FEELS LIKE THE FIRST TIME where Zoe Gaston, my heroine, has her first ‘known’ sighting of her old buddy and our hero, Dexter Drake.
“Excuse me, Mr. Drake?”
Zoe’s head whipped around, looking for Dex’s dad. Or better yet, Dex himself. Hey, any friendly face would do.
Her eyes rounded as she stared at the gorgeous guy from the lobby. He was focused on signing something for the restaurant manager. His hair was just as untamed coffee-hued wild waves as it’d been in the lobby yesterday. His butt just as nice close up as it had been bent over that cart. And his shoulders. Oh yeah, she still wanted to run her fingers over the naked breadth of them.
Zoe pressed her hand flat against her tummy, glad now that she hadn’t eaten anything. The food would have just got in the way of the horny butterflies dancing around in there.
Had the manager called him Mr. Drake?
Hottie with the nice ass from the lobby was Dex? Her old friend Dex? No way.
At the sound of her voice, gorgeous guy turned to face her. Holy crap. That couldn’t be here old friend. Could it? Tall, toned and hot? This guy looked nothing like her geeky buddy. But the eyes, she saw for the first time, were the same. A deep intense aquamarine.
“Dex,” she repeated under her breath, her own eyes widening in shocked appreciation. He was definitely Dexter Drake, but my-oh-my had he matured nicely.
Hmmm, at least Zoe appreciates maturity *g*. How about you? Does your career or job inspire you to feel mature? Or to feel like revel in the Peter Pan feeling of never having to grow up?
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