Guest Post with Renee Field
Renee’s taking over my blog today to talk about her paranormal romances and her release Claiming Poseidon’s Heart. Awesome cover!!
For now, here’s Renee. 
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Why Writing Paranormal Gives You Freedom
I write paranormal. I can hear a groan out there in the cyber world. The first thing that comes to mind are vampires, werewolves and dragons, but think again. I tend to move toward much more mythological creatures like mermen, Centaurs, Pegasus and dragon shifters. The great thing about writing paranormal is that you can take a myth and add your own elements to it.
For Claiming Poseidon’s Heart I wanted to tackle a god who falls for a mere human and discovers there’s more to the so-called fragile human than meets the eye. Claiming Poseidon’s Heart gives you a snippet of a glimpse into my love of the undersea world. Rapture, my sensual novel throws the reader into the depths of a mythological, magical realm of the sea. In A Siren’s Wish, I took a siren and gave her a curse where she becomes a human succubus and has to take a soul to stay alive, but I also gave her a dilemma. When my siren falls for the human suffering from cancer she offers to end his suffering so he can die with dignity but because she has feelings for him she can’t bring herself to end his life. I love to enable my characters to shift from one creature to people. Deep down I so wish I could live in the sea with a fancy mermaid tail.
I have a huge mythological encyclopedia at home and a lot of times if I’m suffering from writer’s block, I’ll flip through that book and end up discovering a creature I’ll come to love. The first erotic story I wrote features a Centaur with Amazon-like women. That story, dare I write came from watching the movie The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. I watched the movie and became transfixed on the Centaur and thought wouldn’t it be great to create a story where a Centaur has the ability to shift into a man and then got captured and that’s how Love Me Wild the first in my Love Curses series started. I had such fun writing that series, I might even work on the fourth story that I had outlined years ago.
I love writing paranormal. There’s freedom to push the limits, and create worlds the way you envision them. I can’t wait for readers to meet Poseidon’s daughter, Lily. Her story comes out with HQN Spice Briefs as Claiming the Temptress in 2012.
Here’s an excerpt from Claiming Poseidon’s Heart:
“What happened to me?” she asked.
“Again, I saved you.” Sounding slightly bored and contemptuous, he released her, letting her body slide down his so she could sit on the warm sand. He backed away from her. Soki could have sworn he mumbled something that sounded like, ‘simple minded human…who knew they kissed like that’.
Sitting wasn’t on Soki’s agenda. Slowly this time, Soki attempted to stand on her own. This time she managed without incident. Soki surveyed her surroundings. She was on a tropical beach. Not possible, said her brain. Obviously, I’m dead and somehow I’ve concocted this reality in death. Taking a look at the serene swell of the turquoise-hued waves washing ashore, and the baby-blue sky overhead equipped with fluffy cottony clouds, she pursed her lips. A little too tranquil for my taste. She wished she’d conjured up her favorite place, an undersea world filled with intelligent sea mammals, bright living coral and caves filled with dazzling stalagmites. That she’d take in a heartbeat over this tropical island. Turning around, she saw a forest of tall palm trees plump with coconuts. At least I won’t starve. She was also glad she’d recently watched Cast Away because thanks to Tom Hanks, she now knew how to crack open a stubborn coconut.
Lingering questions wiggled through Soki’s brain—telling her this couldn’t possibly be real—because she’d been in the Arctic.
“This doesn’t make any sense. I was diving in the Arctic…you know—cold, very cold waters, and now I’m here.” She made her way toward where the man sat on a large boulder which was half in the water. It was hard not to notice how sexy his feet looked as the wake of the surf broke over them.
“I think your brain must be muddled,” he said.
Muddled? No one said muddled anymore. Well, that’s wasn’t entirely true. Soki’s kind, loving Scottish mom said muddled but not a hunky dude who looked like he called Australia home.
“By the way, I’m Soki and no one says muddled.”
He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her. Soki noticed his haughty look but damn if he didn’t wear that well.
“Well, Ms. Know-it-all, I say it. My name’s Nethuns.”
Soki laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nethuns, as in later called Neptune by the Romans and then later Poseidon, the god of the seas, please. I just bet you got teased a lot. Look I can’t call you Nethuns. Do you have a nickname?”
“How about Poseidon?” A lazy eyebrow of his quirked up and a grin lit up his face, transforming him in one second from boy-toy image to a Greek god. Ancient. Powerful. Potent. The way he said Poseidon caused Soki’s heart to quicken.
Shaking her head, she said, “Yeah, that’s a big fat no. Nate will have to do because calling you some old god’s name feels a bit sacrilegious to me.”
“Old god’s name.” A scowl darkened his face, making him look dangerous.
Soki flashed a weak smile. Damn, smiling really hurts my head. Grasping her head, she sank back to the sand.
He leapt from the boulder to kneel beside her. “I’m sorry your head still hurts, Soki. You really intend to call me Nate?” A hint of a laugh filled his rough, inviting voice.
“You bet Mister, and thanks. Thanks for saving me, even though I’m starting to think I’m actually dead and have conjured you up, because I don’t normally allow men I don’t know to kiss me.”
“And that’s a good thing,” he said, adding, “Maybe I am your fantasy lover.”
Soki sputtered on a laugh. Since smiling hurt her head, laughing almost killed her. Only when the throbbing stopped was she able to answer, “Yeah, lover, right? Love and me don’t get along.”
“Are you telling me you do not wish to find your soul-mate?”
“Okay, that’s it. I refuse to laugh or smile any more, and cut that out. All talk of love ceases this instant. Love is not something I believe in or want. In case you haven’t noticed I’m a geek, a science nerd, equipped with glasses…” Soki blinked. She’d been wearing her contacts because that was the only way she could see anything underwater. She remembered putting them in.
“You were saying?” urged Nate.
“I wear glasses.” She rubbed her eyes. It didn’t feel like she still had her contacts in but that didn’t explain her twenty-twenty vision.
“Really? I didn’t see any when I found you in the water,” said Nate.
“Explain again how you saved me.” Much better. Questions were a logical way to determine a reasonable explanation for everything because Soki didn’t believe in myths or fairy tales like her mom. She took after her Japanese father. Science ruled his world and Soki prided herself on science to make sense of the everyday world. Science can’t put love in your heart, Soki and love is a magic so profound that once you find it will you discover there’s more to your world than labs, text books and theories.
Purchase Link: Claiming Poseidon’s Heart – Amazon Kindle – http://amzn.com/B007U93O84
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so creative! well done and congrats to you Renee!
Loov anything to do with mythology. Even went to talk on it the other day and found out some fun stuff. conratulations, Renee
Thanks so much Jean and Liz for stopping by. I love writing paranormal. Hope you enjoy the book.
Love how you took the myth and worked your book around it. Enjoyed it very much!