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Thursday, July 21, 2011

Closing In On The Climax

Have you ever been so excited for something that's to come? (No pun intended, I swear.)

Well, this has been me for the past few months now. Ever since I began writing the final book of my Emerald Isle Trilogy, my heart has been in my throat, for many reasons.

For one, it's the last book of the series. The last time I will ever be with these characters. There's a sense of "letting go" that I have to get used to and I'm not sure if I'm ready. Unfortunately, whether I am or not, I have to be. And that is a difficult pill to swallow.

Second, this book is meant to complete the love triangle. In what way? Well, here lies my dilemma. I can't disclose that with you and it's killing me. It's like holding in a mouthful of water while someone is tickling you. I want to open my mouth and let it all out, to "spill the beans" so to speak. But I can't. It would ruin--utterly spoil--the climactic ending of this series and that is something I, as the author, wouldn't ever want to do. I want you all to experience the joy and excitement of this plot twisting, epic journey my heroine has gone through, in the way it was intended. And that means keeping my big mouth shut. haha

And thirdly, there's the blatant nervousness that keeps my nails just a bit shorter than normal. RAELIKSEN (Book 1) and MAC LIAM (Book 2) have gotten great reviews in the past. And, with the final book of the series, an author's worst nightmare is to write something the readers and reviews dislike, or are disappointed in. Obviously, that is not what I'm striving for, but the fear is always in the back of my mind. Realize, my gut tells me that my fans will just adore this book, because frankly, I adore it. I have put my sweat, blood, and tears into this trilogy and the last book is meant to be the icing on the cake.

So, in conclusion, I have to just persevere despite my angst, and put the words to paper. For my own sanity's sake. For my loyal fans' sake. For those who've not yet picked up the trilogy. And for those who've bought every book I've written. I will finish this book. And I will touch your hearts with an HEA ending that will stay with you for a long time. Cause isn't that what romance is all about?

Here is the blurb and an excerpt from THE FALL OF RAIN (Book 3) so you can get an idea of the direction I'm going with the final book. I hope you enjoy it and thanks for listening to me rant. Sometimes, no matter who we are--author or reader--we have to get things off our chests.
Happy reading!

The Fall of Rain
Coming December 2011
Turquoise Morning Press

Blurb:
Leif Dæganssen, an archeologist from Norway, is determined to trace back his Scandinavian roots as far as the Dark Ages and find proof of their existence on the Emerald Isle. After several yeas of living off the west coast of Ireland, he finally uncovers an ancient artifact—an intricately decorated chest with pagan carvings—buried beneath the very porch of his coastal cottage. Knowing it only confirms the presence of a glorified Norse-influenced settlement on Inis Mór, he’s determined to establish a link between himself and those who once inhabited the rugged isle.

For as long as she can remember, Lorraine O’Connor has had dreams of a Norse warrior kissing her. And even though she’s never fully understood the reason for her vivid subconscious imagination, she welcomes the meaningless and wanton pleasure of being in a Viking’s protective embrace—until the day she meets that brazen Northman on an impulsive vacation trip to Ireland.

Though blindsided by the relevance of her dreams and the strange familiarity of the man within them, Lorraine can’t help but feel a deep-seated intimacy toward Leif. And the more she gets to know him, the more she’s convinced they’ve shared a life together in a time long forgotten.

Are the clues to their ancestral past hidden within the contents of the chest or buried deep within their hearts?

Excerpt:
There he stood; a monument of beauty and power, sturdy as the ground beneath him. He had long blond hair, a well groomed beard, and skin darkened from the sun. His eyes revealed a sense of maturity and intrigue, but even the darkness could not hide their color for they were as blue as the ocean she had crossed to get to Ireland. His hands showed scars and calluses from years of hard work, yet his broad chest, tapering to a narrow waist, held most of her attention.

Lochlannach,” she breathed.

“Huh?” he muttered, crowding his brows. “You’re Irish?”

Lorraine swallowed, wondering where that word had come from. Hell, she didn’t even know what it meant. “No, I-I’m American.”

“I can hear that now in your accent, but you spoke Gaelic and called me a Viking. Lochlannach means ‘lake dweller’, and it was what the Irish called the Norse foreigners a long time ago.”

Lorraine stared at him, still unsure of herself or what had come out of her mouth.

“It’s okay,” he said kindly. “It’s not an insult as far as I’m concerned. I’ve been called worse in my time. Just didn’t expect it.” A smile started to tug at his mouth. “I suppose the blond hair gave me away?”

Not exactly, she thought. But it had something to do with it. It was not everyday a woman would meet and talk to the actual man from her dreams. And quite frankly, it was exceptionally difficult to wrap her head around it.

As she continued to gawk at him, there was no doubt he was, indeed, that very man. The only difference was that he wasn’t sporting a tablet-woven wool tunic, cow-hide boots on his calves, or a thick bear cloak around his shoulders. There was no sword at his hip or silver clips in his hair. He looked like a regular modern-day male—who just happened to step out of a Men’s Health magazine photo shoot, demonstrating the look of a perfectly balanced torso of muscled shoulders and biceps.

Lorraine sat up a bit straighter, uncomfortably hot next to the fire. But as she moved about on the floor, she felt a strange dampness in her clothes.

“You’ll have to forgive me,” he began explaining. “I tried to get you under shelter as quickly as I could, but by the time I mounted my horse with you in my arms, the rain poured from the sky. I would’ve taken you to your hotel had I known where you were staying, but I didn’t even know your name. Is there someone you want to contact? Someone you’re vacationing with to let them know you’re all right? It’s very late, almost midnight. I’m sure they’re worried sick.”

His considerate words stole hers right out of her mouth. If she had any residual fear of him, it had readily diminished. To know he had picked her up in his arms and whisked her away on his horse, just so she wouldn’t get wet, was astounding in itself. If he wasn’t her knight in shining armor, she didn’t know who was.

“Um…I’m staying at the Man of Aran B&B. But I’m not with anyone,” Lorraine clarified as she tried to stand up.

A little wobbly on her feet, he came rushing to her aid, bracing her elbows in the palms of his sturdy hands. Again, his brows furrowed. “You came to Ireland by yourself?”

She blinked rapidly, her reaction to his presence delayed, and suddenly she made an effort to step away from him.

“Here now,” he coaxed, putting his arm behind her back for support. “You need to sit.”

Lorraine looked up at him, his chiseled face only inches from hers, his large, brawny body hovering far too close, too quickly. She shoved him, only to clumsily teeter backward.

Before she could let out a gasp, he caught her and pulled her upright into his arms, her face smacking the warm blunt plane of his chest. “Are you trying to hurt yourself?” he asked, looking down the bridge of his nose. “’Cause at the rate you’re going, you’ll be spending your Ireland holiday in the hospital.”

Lorraine flinched at the approach of his hand, but he stopped short. “Your head…you passed out. Remember?”

She touched where he was pointing and winced. “Oh…I fell out of my bed.”

“I think you’re mistaken,” he corrected. “You were standing on the cliff near Dún Aonghasa when you went down and I’m pretty sure I didn’t see a bed.”

“No, I mean I this bump is from a few days ago when I fell out of my bed at home.”

His face drew back in surprise. “A grown woman falls out of her bed? That must have been some dream you were having.”

Lorraine froze, his tone sounding as if he knew something about her dreams. As if he were hinting he’d had the same. She studied him, peering into his beautiful blue eyes for a clue. But after a few moments of silence, he cocked his head, trying to read her just the same.

“Do you always make a habit of falling out of your bed?” he joked.

Though his jest made her smile with embarrassment, it confirmed she had hit her head harder than she thought. Before her, stood a man who resembled the brazen warrior in her dreams, and she had to start realizing that it was purely a coincidence. Nothing more.

Backing slowly out of his embrace, she began making excuses. “I’m merely jet-legged, I think. This vacation was a spur of the moment kind of thing. And…”

“Don’t worry yourself,” he said, giving her some space. “I’m just glad you’re all right. Now, take off your wet clothes and then you can have my—”

She reacted as if his words seared through her like one of Patrick’s red hot brands he uses on his horses.


“I most certainly will not!”

“You cannot get warm in sodden clothing,” he proclaimed.

“I will do no such thing!”

“Listen, princess,” he retorted, beginning to take off his belt and boots. “You, above all, should know this rain will be holding us here for many hours, if not days. I am not going to sit in wet, uncomfortable clothes when I have perfectly dry blankets at my disposal. And I suggest you follow my lead.”

She hadn’t long to contemplate his candid advice before he had completely disrobed.

“Oh, my goodness!” she gasped, turning her head away from his nakedness.

“You might as well get used to it, my lady. Soon you will be seeing me this way every night.”

“I will not!” she argued over her shoulder.

“Will you close your eyes to me even on our wedding night?”


“You are a stupid heathen of a man! How can you possibly think that I will want to marry you?”

“Marry you?”

Lorraine’s eyes flashed open at the sound of the man’s sharp, deep voice resonating behind her. She half expected to look over her shoulder and see him completely naked in front of her. But when she peeked around, he was standing there, hands on his hips, a look of bewilderment on his face.

“Don’t you think I should at least know your name before you propose to me?”

Lorraine brought both hands to her head. What the hell was that? One minute she was talking about being jet-legged in this man’s living room and the next she was standing in a cave—from what she could gather—watching the same man remove his wet warrior clothing while demanding she do the same on account of rain. It all seemed like a dream, yet she clearly was not sleeping.

“Is it still raining?” she asked curiously.

The blond stranger narrowed his eyes, confounded by the string of bizarre utterances coming from her lips. “It is…which is why your clothes are wet and why I was suggesting you remove them and get into dry ones.” He quickly pointed behind him. “In the bathroom, down the hall, of course.”

Relief washed over her. “I’m sorry…I’m…um,” she stuttered, words failing her.

“Are you sure you’re all right? There’s a doctor who lives up the road from here. At this hour I know he’s taken to his bed, but I think this would be considered an emergency. Clearly, you’re suffering from some mild head trauma.”

“No,” she said at once. “I don’t need a doctor. I’m fine. Really.”

He didn’t look convinced. “If you insist.”

“Yes,” she tried to say with confidence. “I just need a moment to gather my wits if you don’t mind.”

“Sure.” He reached for a pile of clothes from his coffee table and handed them to her. “I know they probably won’t fit you, but they’re dry, and I found a pair of pants with a drawn string so that might help. The bathroom’s two doors down on the left”

“Right. Thanks.” As her cheeks flushed with heat, she accepted the clothes.

But he didn’t let go of them, cocking his head in scrutiny. “So, why am I a heathen again?”

A nervous laugh fell from her mouth. “I don’t know where that came from. It was an outburst. It’s obvious you’ve been nothing but kind and gentlemanly. And I’m sorry it I came off as rude.” His eyes played over her, toying with her already scrambling mind. She’d never seen such brilliant color in a man’s eyes before, and it was hard not to drown in them.

Finally, he let go of the clothes and reached for her backpack sitting on his couch. “Trust me, you didn’t come off as rude,” he allotted, handing over her things. “However, I think you’ve given me too much credit with that ‘kind and gentlemanly’ nonsense. You might not think that come morning.”

Lorraine’s eyes widened.

“Joke, love,” he amended. “You know, for an American woman you sure are a bit uptight. I promise, I’m not going to hurt you.”

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22 comments:

Virginia C said...

So much to treasure so far...and so many more reader's rewards to come! Ah, Galway Girl, you've captured my imagination again with that teasing glimpse into the future. It's not just your charismatic characters and sensational story lines that keep your readers coming back for more, more, more! It's also your great heart and love of subject that leap off the page right into the grateful minds of your loyal fans. "The Emerald Isle Trilogy" will never really end. It will live on in our readers' hearts for a long, long time! One of the things that I love most about your writing is that you can always surprise me, and that makes me even more involved in the book! I truly look forward to following you in whatever genre you choose to write--I know that I will be in store for a reader's treat!

P.L. Parker said...

This sounds really interesting. Must go on my TBR list!

Tina Donahue said...

Wow, what a cover and excerpt! I'm certain this installment will be as great as the rest. :)

tonya kappes said...

WOW, Renee! I can't believe it's the end of these characters:((( I can't wait to read Fall of Rain.

Monica Burns said...

So excited for you, doll. Great post and excerpt!

JM said...

I'm so sad for you and yet tickled. I haven't tackled a series yet, but I can imagine how hard it would be to let these characters go.
You may just have to come up with a new phenomenal series, right?

Renee Vincent said...

Virginia How can I tell you how much I appreciate your thoughtfulness and praise. Your words astonish me. And it's readers like you that make it all worth it. You are the best!

PL Parker Those are music to an author's ears! Thank you!

Tina You are too kind. Thank you for being such a great friend.

Tonya I cannot wait for you to read the final book either. This book is one that I've been so excited for, more than all the others.

Monica You know I treasure your words and our friendship. Thank you so much.

JM haha Well you never know. Another series might just evolve. I don't know if my heart could handle it though. This truly has been very difficult to accept, in saying goodbye to my characters. They are so much like family to me....

Paris said...

I love the cover, very intriguing and absolutely beautiful! As much as I love to find out what happens next, as an author I understand the anxiety about finally letting go of the story--as a reader I know I can always revisit my favorite books:)

jean hart stewart said...

Intriquing excerpt for sure. I'm just finishing the eighth book in my Mage series and I too hate to let the characters go.Only cure is to start a new series and lose your heart all over again..Jean

Renee Vincent said...

Paris Thanks for sharing your thoughts on this issue, both as an author and a reader.

Jean You are so correct. Losing my heart is what I've done here. But I guess I will just have to find another series to immerse myself in. Thanks for visiting me.

Pat McDermott said...

Your characters aren't going away, Renee. They're your veterans. They'll be whispering helpful advice during future writing projects so you can come up with more delicious stories. Enjoyed the excerpt and really like the concept of the Fall of Rain. Best of luck with its pending release, and here's to many more trilogies from you, ma'am.

desitheblonde said...

the cover is great you must have someone who now what you want and then the book blur is exciting and hope to read it soon ty for the contest

Renee Vincent said...

Pat, your words comfort me more than you know. Thank you so much.

desitheblonde, So glad to hear that. I'm so grateful to my readers and I'd love to hear your thoughts on the book if you ever do pick it up. Thanks for visiting with me.

Katalina Leon said...

Fall of Rain sounds beautiful Renee. I'm sure it will make a lovely completion to the trilogy.
XXOO Kat

Renee Vincent said...

Thank you so much Katalina! You are so sweet and it's such a comfort to see you at all my posts. Thank you for taking time out for your fellow author. I do appreciate that about you.

Paisley Kirkpatrick said...

Considering I am close to finishing Raeliksen you better get that story done. As soon as I can start getting through my TBR list, I will need it. :)

The Viking Princess said...

I am counting down the days. Be sure to let us know when we can pre order this book :)

Teresa K. said...

Oh my friend Renee,

The excerpt sounds utterly delicious. I will have to go back and read the other two books to get ready for this one.

Alas I will be so sad to see you finish this trilogy. But all good things must come to an end. Your wonderful and I love you.

I'm sure you will come up with another brilliant series.

Oh and the cover is beautiful!
Teresa K.

Marianne Stephens said...

This is my favorite cover of all three books! And, you'll get more great reviews...don't worry!

Sarah J. McNeal said...

I can understand how anxious you must be in completing a trilogy. The last book has got to be the BEST. I know you did a great job of bringing it altogether, Renee. Letting go of characters we have fallen in love with is difficult but I know you're going to come up with yet another fine trilogy in the future to tantalize us.
Can't wait to read the final book in this trilogy.

Renee Vincent said...

Paisley I am working very hard on this book. So excited for you to read this whole trilogy!!

Viking Princess If it can be preordered, you will be the first to know! *wink*

Teresa Thank you so much, sweetie. You bring sunshine into my life too! (((hugs)))

Marianne Your confidence in me is incredible. I do hope for those great reviews!

Sarah What a great surprise to see you! And thank you for lending your thoughts on series books and for making me smile with your thoughtful praise. Luv ye for coming here and visiting with me.

A.W. McQueen said...

I.CAN'T.FREAKING.WAIT for this book. I mean...you teased me a few months ago when we spoke on the phone and guess what sweetie...I never forgot it. December can't come fast enough.

I can't wait to interview you PERIOD. Oh where do I begin with my questions because it can't be about just this last book. It's the entire beautiful journey.

You amaze me with what you come up with. I wish that I could be 1/10th the writer you are woman!

Love ya babes!

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