Love Chosen by Marne Ann Kirk
Genre: Fantasy Romance
Publisher: Crescent Moon Press
Number of pages: 277
Word Count: 86,100 words
For millennia, dragon and fae have peacefully co-existed, but the fae themselves have lived segregated and very different lives.
Now a malevolence threatens to separate them all permanently. Can a Queen's guard and a rebellious outlaw join forces to defeat this common enemy?
Tyler's touch sparks fierce desire, drawing Issie to him, but she despises his way of life and all that palace society represents. If he learns she wields majic to help the less fortunate escape the kingdom, he'll charge her with treason. Her punishment - death.
Issie is a sassy rebel who is constantly looking for ways to circumvent the conventions of their society. Tyler's head warns that she's a non-majical lower, beneath him. His heart sees by her inner strength and outer beauty. Only a binding love will lend them strength to save her life - their world.
List of Favorite Movies that Influence Me
First, thank you so much for having me today, Alisia. Crazy side-note: my mother was a twin, and she had older twin siblings, so I always hoped I’d have twins. I didn’t, but I’m holding out hope for my children to have twins.
And back to the blog…I love talking about movies, so the idea of a list of favorite ones that influenced me was fantastic and such fun! And, anything that influences me influences my writing, right?
First let me say, I think movies—good, bad, or eh?—are like vacations without all of the baggage and planning. We get to experience so much within a very short period of time, and the really well done ones can alter our perceptions…without us even realizing it. It’s a powerful thing, the theatre…
Anyhoo, here’s my list of top ten (plus a bonus one, and my first love story fave, Grease…I think it and Han Solo of Star Wars started my too long love affair with the Bad Boy):
The Little Mermaid
Underworld (I loved them all)
The Matrix (I loved them all)
The Fifth Element
Dirty Dancing (the original version)
It’s amazing, as you go through and think about movies that have influenced you, the ones speaking to you every day and the ones that kind of…well, depend on your mood. Like, for instance, I love-Love-LOVE Total Recall (oh, oh… I see another blog article); but I just saw the remake (loved the steampunk element to it, btw), and it left me feeling…confused, a bit like a traitor to the original. I saw myself comparing the two, finding one lacking some times and the other lacking at other times. Needless to say, it’s not on my list where last week it might have been.
I’ve noticed another interesting tidbit about myself, by listing my faves (other than I totally dated myself and I’m o.l.d.)…
I’m a bit of a sci-fi/fantasy geek. Oh Gawd! Please, don’t tell anyone. I have an image to maintain… Okay, I just celebrated my twentieth anniversary of being legally boring and I have seven kids (six of which are old enough to serve our country). I have no image of cool.
So how, you might ask, have these movies inspired me?
I remember when I saw Star Wars at a drive-in theatre in Michigan. Even at six, I understood and appreciated the love story between Princess Leah and Luke…and her little thing with Hans Solo (the hussy). I spent the rest of the summer (and probably through the next, as well), playing Star Wars with my brothers and friends, wishing I was Princess Leah and being cast into the role Chewbacca instead.
Hey! Don’t laugh. I learned a lot about taking one for the team that year.
Seriously though, I was at the perfect age for Star Wars to alter me for life. The idea of one person, or a select few, being the means to saving worlds, that one can change the course of everything…that is profound hope. I dream of influencing someone, some day, in such a way. Epic.
Skip ahead a few years, to The Titanic…Hello? Who doesn’t want a man to love you so much he would take a beating, be willing to give up his freedom, and even FREEZE to DEATH for you, instead of pushing your rich keister into the ocean and saving himself? That is some serious love, there. It affected me, it influenced my writing. I want my hero to be willing to DIE for the girl…even if I don’t think she deserves him.
As for the three Disney movies on my list, The Little Mermain, Anastasia, and Tangled… who doesn’t love Disney? Who doesn’t see the brilliance in the music, the animation, the story-lines? Oh my goodness, there were very few movies by Disney I didn’t love…but I can’t list them all in my top ten. Other movies I can’t put in the top 10: The Nightmare Before Christmas, Fried Green Tomatoes, The Island, and The Village.
Now you know a bit about me. Tell me, what are your faves? Why?
Tyler pushed his way through the onlookers. They reeked of sex and sweat. The foul odor made his eyes water and his vision blur as he forced his way to the front of the crowd, almost stepping on the female lying in a heap on the floor. He turned, saw his guards at the rear of the crowd, and addressed the unfortunate Lowers. “Leave now.”
He turned back to the scene, expecting them to follow his orders. Disgust filled him as he assessed the scene. Blood pooled on the bed where two bodies laid holding each other. The heads from both bodies were missing. He wouldn’t bother searching for them now. He wouldn’t find them. The killer, it seemed, liked to keep the heads as trophies.
Tyler sighed, becoming aware again of the others crowding the room. When he found those heads, he’d find the sick bastard who did this.
“But what ‘bout Lenore?”
“I ‘eard Issie scream.”
“She all right?”
One chattered over the next in their efforts to find out what happened. They weren’t listening to him.
His eye twitched. He hated when that happened.
How could he make these dullards leave? Did they not see the violent murders on the bed? Or did they not care? Were their lives so barren and meaningless, death didn’t bother them?
His gaze fell on the female at his feet. Her face covered by her mass of honeyed tresses, she lay in a limp pile, her robes undone and revealing a creamy swell of ample breast.
The two victims in the bed were beyond help, but this unconscious female held the concern of the others.
He knelt by her side and lifted her in his arms. She smelled clean, like moss and sea air, instead of the sweaty body he’d expected. Her hair caressed his arm when he stood with her nestled to his chest. It fell like a lowered curtain and hung almost to his knees. A waterfall of honey.
She felt right in his arms; her neck fit into the crook of his shoulder, her breath warmed his chest like she belonged there.
Where had such a thought come from? He didn’t associate with the powerless Lower class. Ever.
He pushed aside a rising need to draw her even nearer.
Tyler faced the crowd again. “As you can see, she sleeps. She’s not injured. Now go. All of you.” He fixed a few of them with the glacial silver stare which always yielded results. “Go back to your beds. I’m Tyler, of the High Council. My warriors will take care of this.”
“But, Issie. Is she hurt?” one barmaid asked, wrapping her arms around her waist as if she feared retching.
“You, take me to Issie’s rooms. The rest of you, go. She’ll be fine.” Or at least I’ll be, if I can have some quiet to think.
”What ‘bout Lenore? She pass through the gates?”
Everyone began speaking at once, like a gathering of Lower younglings after a sweet. They had no regard for his orders. Such disrespect was unacceptable. He had to get this under control.
”Go,” he roared, silencing the room.
The crowd shuffled down the hall and disappeared behind different doors. Bits of conversation-- “Can’t believe Lenore’s gone,” and “who could do such a thing?” --floated back to him.
Who indeed? The fae were peaceful caretakers for the dragons. Murder didn’t happen among them. It was a coarse crime of the mortals--until three moons ago. And now, it had happened again--to another messenger and another whore-maid.
Marne Ann Kirk grew up wild, exploring the vast high deserts and mountains of the West with her family as a child. Marne Ann loved making up stories and, well, lied about just about everything. Thankfully, she grew out of the lying stage...now she calls it story-telling.
Her debut novel, “Love Chosen: Book One of The Fae Dragon Chronicles,” is available now. “Love Dared: Book Two of The Fae Dragon Chronicles,” is coming soon. “Goddess on the Run,” a paranormal romance, will be available September 17, 2012. You can find out more about Marne Ann through her publisher, Crescent Moon Press, or visit her at: www.marneannkirk.com or www.cowboysndragonscafe.blogspot.com
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