My reply. "Everything and everyone inspires me." From songs, to movies, to books, to stories in the news, I find inspiration for plots and characters.
Growing up in the 80's, I adored MTV and New Wave music. Adam Ant's zany tunes and videos spoke to my love of pirates and brigands of yore. Remember Jolly Roger and Prince Charming? :::Sigh:::
Okay, so my kids think I'm nuts for ever liking a guy who wore tight leather pants and makeup but his song, Stand and Deliver, instilled a romantic interest in the stories of English highwaymen.
My muse - one of two smart aleck ghosts who hangs out at my house - usually pesters me around 3 a.m. with ideas for stories and characters. He said, "Well, you've always wanted to write a highwayman story..."
My dilemma was making the highwayman an English lord instead of a thief and yet incorporating the highway robber mystique. Hey, what heroine wouldn't rather have the manor house than a hovel in the end?
I concocted a series of mistaken identities and created two deliciously wicked villains to thwart my characters' happily ever after and thus, my hero, John Badcock, was born.
He closed what little distance was left between them, removed his mask and before she could get a good look at him, he covered her mouth again. Sophia’s eyes fluttered shut as she surrendered to his expert lips and tantalizing tongue. Curiosity mounted when his fingers glided down her arms until he held both her hands behind her back. But sheer panic surged when he dragged his mouth from hers and began binding her wrists with his satin mask.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
“Divesting you of your control as surely as I’ve just divested you of your clothes,” he said flippantly.
“Untie me this instant, you miserable wretch!” Her command fell on deaf ears.
“Ah, spirited,” he said and whirled her around so that her back was to him. A smart slap to her backside caused her to yelp. The sting transformed into a warm throb, sending wild impulses through her body that were in direction opposition to the protests from her brain.
She gulped as his warm hands moved around her waist, as his lips nibbled the nape of her neck.
“Sir, I beg you—”
He chuckled low. “See there. I told you that you’d be begging me.”
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