Guest Post from Jorja Lovett on Staying True to Her Voice
Welcome to my guest poster today, Jorja Lovett! I was first introduced to Jorja by way of her Naughty Fairy Tale, Jackie and Her Loose Talk. An odd but catchy title, I thought, and boy what a knockout talent. I was very taken with Jorja’s writing style and I’ve definitely added more of her works to my TBR pile. Here to talk about her “voice” and her latest release (with it’s totally gorgeous cover), I’ll leave you in Jorja’s capable hands:
One of the first things we learn about writing is the importance of finding your ‘voice’. I admit when I started I really didn’t know what it meant. My early attempts were basically trying to emulate authors I’d read, or writing what I thought publishers would go for.
It took me a long time to discover I just had to be me. I didn’t have to have a gimmick, I could simply write about what I knew best – the people and places in Northern Ireland. When I did that, my personality came through.
I’ve been told my ‘voice’ is naturally funny due to my dry sense of humour. I’m happy with that – it means I’m doing it right! Although, not everyone gets it. My turn of phrase and sense of humour don’t always meet with the approval of some international editors, and I’ve been forced to turn it down in the past. That’s why I love my series, The Wild Irish Wolves – I got to keep my Britishisms. Hooray!
Usually my snarkiness comes out in the banter between my characters. There’s nothing like a feisty woman to make a relationship interesting, and if you’ve read The Wolf on the Hill you’ll know what I mean. Mia isn’t exactly pleased about her attraction to bad boy Caleb.
In book two, my heroine, Naomi Duffy is a spiky, fiercely independent woman, and Alpha Rory has a hard time getting close to her. He breaks down those barriers with some smooth talking, and special *cough* moves.
Here’s more about the book:
When Naomi Duffy turned up heavily pregnant and alone, Rory’s natural instinct was to look after her. However, her fierce need for independence over the years has ensured they’ve never been anything more than friends.
Naomi has spent too long trying to keep her daughter safe to jeopardise everything for a fling. But, when her past threatens to catch up with her, Rory is the only person she trusts with her life.
Thrown together, the couple finally succumb to their passion and it’s all too easy to forget the danger lurking in the hills.
Do Rory and Naomi have a future together, or will secrets from the past tear them apart?
Want an excerpt? Here you go:
Naomi came after Rory, pitting her stealthy grace against his sheer power. In his peripheral vision, he could see the wisps of her breath spiralling into the cold air as she forged ahead, determined to catch him. Rory snorted, sending his own white breath curling up into the atmosphere.
He led her over the hills, their claws making short work of carving up the cold, hard terrain. Naomi never lost ground. Even when he made a turn towards the woods on the boundary, she kept pace.
The chase awakened something deep inside him—that animal freedom with no responsibilities except the survival of himself and his pack. The spiky silhouettes of barren trees lined his path, like broad strokes of a black marker pen scratched against the silver sky.
He dodged in and out, never slowing, with Naomi always in pursuit. Occasionally, a pair of woodland eyes blinked at him from the darkness—a rabbit, a fox, observing their bizarre courtship.
Rory had no doubt the exhilaration of their illicit run would end in wild sex between him and Naomi. It was like a very enthusiastic bout of foreplay without actual touching.
They crunched through the leaf-littered forest floor until he tired of being the hunted. He looped back the way they came and stopped in a clearing. In all aspects of life he preferred to be the one doing the chasing, but at this moment in time he wanted nothing more than to be caught.
He shifted back into his naked, horny self. Naomi came to a skidding halt seconds later, scooting a bundle of leaves over his bare feet. “You can run, wolf lady, I’ll give you that. Now can we go back to bed?”
She shifted back to stand beautifully naked before him. “Not until you say it.”
“Say what?” He was hard as hell and ready for round two.
“That I’m as good as you.” She gave him a flirty smile. One which said she was looking forward to the future rather than staring back at the past. The run had obviously done wonders for her too.
“That was probably a fluke. I don’t think you could keep up with me on a normal day. You know, one where you haven’t seduced me on top of a car boot and made me carry you home first.” The play fighting wasn’t limited to their animal personas. Not when it proved such a turn on. Human or wolf, the scent of Naomi’s arousal would always draw him to her.
“I didn’t hear you complaining at the time. But, if you’re tired, just say and we’ll call it a night.” She shrugged her shoulders, making her boobs jiggle enough to bring his erection to full strength once more.
He stepped forward and brushed her wild hair from her face. “I’ll never be too tired for you, Naomi. I’ll race you back. This time the winner stays on top.”
She grinned, eyes twinkling as bright as the stars. “You’re on.”
This was one race he intended to lose.
Jorja Lovett is a British author with both Irish and Scottish roots, which makes for a very dry sense of humour. Writing since she was old enough to wield a pen, it wasn’t until she joined her crit group, UCW, that she pursued her passion seriously.
Now, with Joe Manganiello as her permanent muse, if she can leave the pause button on her Magic Mike dvd long enough, she hopes to spend the rest of her days writing steamy romances.