I’m delighted to welcome Imogene Nix to the blog to showcase her brand new contemporary romance, A Bar in Paris. But first, she talks to us about changing things up, in life, as a reader and as a writer!
In the last 12 months, I’ve been making a change. It’s taken some time, but I’ve decided that writing in one genre (SciFi) is great but not enough. It’s like I’m missing something out.
A bit like a fine wine, I’m not yet full bodied enough *winks broadly* because I haven’t investigated every type of grape and whether it’s got that right… oh sorry, wrong blog entry! I meant to say I haven’t tried every genre that interests me… yet! But I’m getting there.
At the end of our children’s education, we tell kids to gather a range of skills, to try out new stuff and not settle for the one thing they know as they come to the end of schooling. We explain patiently about rounding out their skills to make them more employable. That it’s for their own good. That it will possibly be their entree in to the world of commerce/business or whatever field they wish to pursue.
It should be no different for a writer. For an author, it’s really easy to become pigeonholed. “Oh you write that hot Science Fiction.” Does that make us a better author? Maybe, but it limits our capacity to look at new ideas. To try out things that will stretch our wings.
For the reader, the end result is, you may not go looking for any more books by this author, because, after all, you only write in one genre. Right? Let me be clear, I’m not saying that every author should do this. For some, their research/writing or other skills won’t allow them to attempt this. A word of warning, the writing should never be about the possible financial gain as a reason to swap genres either. It should be about trying out something new. Stretching your wings.
For me, it’s not that I went out looking for other genres to write in. Because I didn’t. But what I did do, is open myself to a range of genres. I read a lot of books (though not as often as before I began writing) so I allowed my mind to be open to a range of ideas. That’s something that made me feel I could try a new genre.
For example: What happens if I have a vampire in a contemporary city…? What about a Celtic Brownie who moonlights as cupid? A murderer on the loose, trying to regain the one thing that will let people find his identity? See what I mean? My current work in progress is a sweeping historical tale set in 1878 India. I’m enjoying the challenge (and boy to ensure the historical accuracy, I’m spending a lot of time researching!)
You know what, though? Not only has it allowed me to try out new storylines, but I’m loving it. It’s letting me play with all the various different ideas… to test my own skills out and to expand the way my mind works. To expand my own interests.
So the next time you are stuck for a story… why not check out a book in a different genre? One you wouldn’t ordinarily read. Oh! Make sure you check out all the titles by your fave authors too! They might surprise you with some books written in other genres as well. That doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t look for new to you authors! There are so many places to try. Check out the Dark Siders Down Under, Science Fiction Romance Brigade and hunt out blogs that deal with book reviews! You never know just what you’ll find.
A Bar in Paris Blurb
Turning 30? All alone? A commitment-free weekend in Paris should help…shouldn’t it?
What does a single woman do when she’s turning thirty? She takes a weekend trip to Paris looking for commitment-free sex. Or that’s what Davina Chandler does, anyway.
Enter Johnathon, a tall, charming Englishman. How can she possibly resist his magnetism and that sexy dimple?
What starts out as a lark quickly becomes so much more, but can one weekend turn into a lifetime? And will a lie of omission bring everything into jeopardy?
The waiter smiled and I sighed. “Time to go.” As I prepared to rise, gripping my bag in my hand, the bell above the door rang and I watched with interest as the sexiest man I’d ever seen entered. The cool blonde on his arm was scowling and he pried her fingers from his arm then walked away. For a moment, she wobbled on her stilettos before she sneered in her super chic French way only they can pull off and stalked out the door. It slammed so hard the panes of glass shuddered.
The man scowled, but to be honest, it didn’t hurt at all. He was tall and well built. Blond hair with gray eyes.
My mind screamed that this man could probably satisfy my needs. He didn’t appear even slightly inebriated and he was obviously single now, if that little carry-on was to go by. Perhaps this was my chance? I smoothed down my black dress, making sure my cleavage was just peeking out, then I sucked in a deep, deep breath and stood, hoping to catch his eye.
I watched the man stalk to the bar and order in perfect English-accented French. “Une bière, s’il vous plait.”
My toes curled at his voice and the waiter hurried to do his bidding. Mr. Sexy’s voice was cultured and deep. I like voices, particularly men’s voices. They can make me go gooey at the knees, and this one warmed my insides to the consistency of thick, warm honey. And I knew he was the one I wanted to be with all night long.
The server handed over a bottle of beer and a glass, but Mr. Sexy looked at the bottle, grimaced, and then took a long pull.
The other men at the bar started talking in low voices, putting aside newspapers. They paid their money and left. I didn’t want to think it was because of the dangerous aura surrounding the man. It was, after all, three in the morning. No, there had to be something else. But I was sure it wasn’t the time to ask these questions.
The small bar was quiet now as I was waiting alone with the mystery man. The waiter disappeared to the back. Obviously, with only two patrons left, he could do other things.
I sucked in my confidence, folded it around me like a coat, and approached the man. “Hi. Mind if I join you?”
He grinned and gestured to the seat beside him. I slipped onto the small stool, perched uncertainly. Then I wiggled my bum a little, thrust out my chest, and gave him my very best come-on smile.
“Looking for a hook up, are you?” His voice caused a curl of heat to gather deep inside me.
I nodded slowly. Better to be honest from the start, I thought. I didn’t have time to say a word. The next thing I knew, he had me thrust against the bar, his lips on mine and his tongue halfway down my throat. But man, what a tongue it was.
He played me like a violin until he lifted his head, casting a wicked smile in my direction. “Your hotel or mine?”
“Umm, yours.” Right now, I felt the rosy glow of arousal roaring through me. Sexy and quick to catch on. Yep, I was sure this guy was a winner.
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Wife, mother and nutty bookstore owner all describe Imogene Nix, but the real secret is Science Fiction, Paranormal Romance with a hefty dose of Romantic Suspense is what she adores. She is dedicated to high quality romance, with a dollop of erotic interactions, and has dipped her toes into Science Fiction, Contemporary Romance and Paranormal Romance featuring feisty headstrong female leads and the odd Romantic Suspense.
She lives in rural Queensland where she happily raises two daughters, lots of chickens, a couple of cats and her super-pup Teddy. When she isn’t writing or reading, she’s hanging out with her husband, acting like a techno-geek or cooking and making wine.