Lexi Ander talks About: Taming Tristan, Guest Post, Excerpt, Giveaway

 

 Taming Tristan

 

I would like to thank Piper for hosting me today. I’m taking you for a fun behind the scenes look at the making of Twin Flames.

With the re-release of Twin Flames we went through a new round of edits. It gave me a chance to fix some things that had been nagging me. My writing had improved over the last two years and the flaws were glaring (at least to me).

The other thing I loved was having another editor look it over. With her help, we tamed Tristan, toning down his overly dramatic moments.

Twin Flames Fact: My husband helped me to edit Twin Flames and Songs of the Earth. I’m pretty sure he did it out of pity. ^_^

If you read this past Saturday’s blog post, you already know I admitted that I was at an angsty moment when I first penned Clean Break. Now a couple of years later, I cringed when reading certain parts but I wasn’t sure if I should change them. If I did I wasn’t sure how much.

Thankfully my editor took the bull by the horns and we worked to tone down Tristan’s drama queen moments, giving him a more adult reaction to the situation. It works so much better now and I no longer sit and wonder—”OMG, what was I thinking?”—anymore.

I did have to listen to my husband repeat, “I told you so,” a time or twelve. While we edited, he had a few choice words over Tristan’s antics. Don’t tell my husband I revealed this… but he likes Diego from Ruby Red Booty Shorts & A Louisville Slugger. Like really likes. *raises eyebrow* He thinks Diego is bad@ss and has on more than one occasion held up Diego to Tristan just to show how much he thinks Tristan is lacking. You have no idea how many time he suggests I write all my main characters like Diego. I had to tell him to go write his own book. ^_^

Tristan isn’t anything like Diego. He’s a hothead, at times clueless, unsophisticated, says what’s on his mind—even though he shouldn’t, loyal to his marrow, loves with all his being, and when he decides to do something he gives it his all. He’s an individual and he’s allowed to be different. The tweaking of Tristan didn’t change these things about him, only enhanced who he was. I think the changes made his sorrow and pain more gripping, more poignant to read.

Thank you for stopping by today! Don’t forget to enter the giveaway and identify today’s Twin Flames fun fact. Enjoy the excerpt and I’ll see you tomorrow!

 

Blurb:

A Lycan descendant of Gilgamesh and Enkidu, Tristan is not as extraordinary as his ancestors. He is an average warrior, unremarkable throughout. But this fact does not trouble him because he has found his Twin Flame, the one person destined to be his, who will love him unconditionally, life after life.

Then his Flame betrays him, leaving him shattered and dying. Brokenhearted, Tristan dissolves the sacred bond and leaves. His best friend, Ushna, accompanies him, vowing to guard and protect him, and Tristan slowly comes to realize that love does not require a sacred bond.

But if he hopes to keep the love he chooses, they will first have to survive ancient secrets, lies, mythical creatures, and the return of absent gods…
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Twin Flames (Sumeria's Sons, #1)

Excerpt:

My elbow was grasped in a hard grip, and Ushna whispered harshly into my ear, “It’s time to go home.”

This was new. I raised my hand to wave bye to Randy and the guys as Ushna jerked me out the door. The drive home was tense and quiet, but I waited to see where this would go. The closer we got to the house with nothing said, well, let me just say I was cussing up a storm in my head.As I got out of the truck, Ushna grabbed me by the arm, again. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?”

He was angry, angrier than I ever remembered seeing him. His lips were pressed into a thin line, his eyes sparked with fire, and the tension came off his body in waves. Only a fool would miss the signs.

“What do you think I’m doing, Ushna?”

“The hell if I know anymore, Tristan. You’re walking around here practically naked, shaking your ass at anyone who will look. Getting groped all over the dance floor by those women―was there a woman who didn’t put her number in your pocket? I’ve never known you to act like a slut before.” Ushna said the last with so much disgust it stung.

And I thought I didn’t have any pride.

I stepped closer to him and looked up into the green eyes that I loved. “I wasn’t shaking my ass just for anyone, Ushna. I was shaking it for you, you fool.”

With both hands, I grabbed his hair, pulled his face down, and kissed him like I’d wanted to kiss him all this past week. I kissed him as if it was the only kiss I’d ever get from him, because I knew now, he didn’t want me, not like I wanted him, so this was the only kiss I was going to get. I made it good. I savored his lips, tasted him, and tried to memorize him.

When I pulled away, I glanced at his round, shocked eyes. I gave him my best crooked smile and a friendly pat on the shoulder, attempting to convey without words that I was sorry and everything would be all right. I didn’t think I could’ve spoken at that moment, so I turned around and sprinted up the steps into the house.

I didn’t go to my bedroom, because I didn’t want to be in the house, so I strode straight out the back door, shedding my clothes as I went. The screen slammed shut right before I submitted to the wolf.

Disappointment and sorrow overwhelmed me, and I needed to run off the emotion as much as I could before returning back to the ranch. I’d known there was a possibility Ushna didn’t see me as anything more than a friend. I’d hoped for more, I’d gambled on it and lost. As I chased stringy jack rabbits, I attempted to convince myself it was okay. I didn’t have to have Ushna in my bed to love him. I’d love him any way he’d let me. So I hunted rabbits and chased a coyote out of my territory. I rolled in the dirt, snagging a burr or two in my fur that took forever to scratch out before I headed home.

Ushna waited for me on the porch. He was leaning against the frame of the back door, his face in shadow, arms crossed over his chest. It was a good thing I’d brought a peace offering; I dropped the rabbit at his feet.

Padding to the door, I hoped he’d open it for me because I really didn’t want to talk to him right now. As far as I was concerned, breakfast was early enough for the discussion. But he didn’t move, making it plain that if I wanted to go in, then I’d have to change back.

Transforming into my human form, I opened my eyes, crouched naked on the porch. I’d never wanted to cover up my body more than I did in that moment. Feeling vulnerable and exposed, Ushna stared as I stood and went to the door. I was determined to get to the relative safety of my room.

“Tristan, I didn’t know… ”

I interrupted him. I really, really didn’t want to have this discussion now, when the pain of his rejection was still so close to the surface. “It’s fine. We’re fine, it’s okay.” I reached for the door knob and Ushna grabbed my hand.

“Damn it, would you stop for a minute,” he growled.

All right then, we would have a chat now. I pulled in a breath and looked up at Ushna. “Okay.”

“I didn’t know you were trying to get my attention. You’ve always shied away from touching me, so I didn’t think you’d ever be interested, I thought there was something about me… ”

“No, Ushna, it wasn’t you. Any touch hurt. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. You have to know I’d do anything for you.” My chest hurt, but I refused to reach up and rub it.

“Is that what this is, you doing something for me?” His voice was low, guttural, his eyes searching my face.

“Goddess, no,” I breathed, taking a step closer to him, my hand still in his as the other reached for his waist. “This is me wanting to love you.”

This time he kissed me. No, he didn’t simply kiss me. He devoured me, and Goddess help me, I let him.

 

Author Bio:
Lexi has always been an avid
reader, and at a young age started reading (secretly) her mother’s romances
(the ones she was told not to touch). She was the only teenager she knew of who
would be grounded from reading. Later, with a pencil and a note book, she wrote
her own stories and shared them with friends because she loved to see their
reactions. A Texas transplant, Lexi now kicks her boots up in the Midwest with
her Yankee husband and her eighty-pound puppies named after vacuum cleaners.

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About Piper Vaughn

Piper Vaughn wrote her first love story at eleven and never looked back. Since then, she's known that writing in some form was exactly what she wanted to do. A reader at the core, Piper loves nothing more than getting lost in a great book—fantasy, young adult, romance, she loves them all (and has a two-thousand-book library to prove it!). She grew up in Chicago, in an ethnically diverse neighborhood, and loves to put faces and characters of every ethnicity in her stories, so her fictional worlds are as colorful as the real one. Above all, she believes that everyone needs a little true love in their life…even if it's only in a book.

Posted on October 3, 2014, in guest posts and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Thank you for another interesting post and descriptions of the fun and joy of having a partner assist you with your writing, editing, etc. By the sound of it I think your husband should write his own book as he has some good ideas and I liked his link to the Sumerian society and myths.

  2. My husband is like a walking encyclopedia. I always talk over my stories with him. I’m really lucky that I get to share this part of my life with him. I’ve been encouraging him to write his own book for some time now but he’s been dragging his feet. ^_^

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