So, what about POV in NovelTea, my humorous romantic-suspense series. I started the series as a first person story from the perspective of the heroine, Juliet Truesdale. I had a lot of fun with that story and then wrote the second one which was a much longer novella. NovelTea Next Door comes from the hero's perspective. Yes, everything through the eyes of Grant Gerard. This was a bit more challenging. I had to think and react like a man for an entire story. Not only that but a man who is a spy for a living. Yes, it was work but rewarding too. And I had a lot of fun. In the 3rd book (novel length), I switched back to Juliet's POV. This time I start the story out as a murder mystery, but before you know it, Grant is on the scene and the faster pace of a romantic suspense begins. Yet, everything is experienced by Juliet.
When you decide to write a story in first person, you have to make a decision that this is the story of one character. All the action and all the plot revolves around that one character. Is that hard? You bet it is. Can it be done successfully? Sure. But you have to decide at the onset who the story belongs to. There is no scene switching and definitely no head hopping. You in a sense have to become that character. In everyday life, how do we know how the person we are talking with is feeling? They have body movements, expressions and we deduce it from that. You need to follow that into your first person story and it will be a success. I know many readers prefer a story told in 3rd person. I have to admit that I really like reading the ones in first, and I love writing them in that perspective. It just needs to be done right so the reader doesn't feel like they are missing something. It should feel like a complete story.
And now an excerpt from A Night of NovelTea:
I moved away from him. “All right? How can I be all right?” I wiped the tears away from my eyes with the side of my hand. “I wanted something exciting to happen to me, but I thought it would be less dangerous and more fun.”
“Fun? You aren’t having fun?” A humorous yet annoyed expression filled his features. “That was my main concern, not the men who are trying to kill me or how important it is to meet with my contact tonight, it’s all about you.” He grabbed my hand. “This isn’t discussion time. We’ve got to get out of here.”
I stood firm and pulled on his arm. “I’m not going anywhere with you. I have no idea what’s even going on. How do I know you’re not the bad guy in all this?”
“Do I look like the bad guy?” He cocked his head to the side and raised a dark eyebrow at the question, a smirk of a smile on his face.
I just stared at him not knowing how to answer. He most certainly did not look like the bad guy. He looked like the hero in some fantastically thrilling suspense—tall, slim, fit with a little bit of danger around his dazzling blue eyes. There was real strength in his face from his high cheekbones to the powerful line of his jaw. He couldn’t possibly be the villain involved in some dastardly deeds. Or could he? I’ve been reading far too many novels these days. Time to switch to non-fiction history. I need more facts and reality in my life, right?
“You want to wait around for those two to return.” He placed his hands at his hips, pulling his coat back and revealing his gun. “Maybe they’ll do you a favor and drop you on home.”
I was intimidated but I wasn’t going one more step with him until he filled me in on the situation. “Who are you anyway and what’s going on?”
He peered back at me with a staunch expression on his face as his eyes crinkled up and his lips pressed together in frustration. I could tell he wasn’t planning to tell me anything.
“Oh forget it and just let me be. I’m going back to my car.” I tried to pass by him as I mentally attempted to retrace our steps back to the restaurant.
He took hold of my hand and swung me back to face him until we were nearly eye to eye. My breath hitched inside my throat as I experienced an unexpected jolt in my chest from being so near to him.
“My name is Grant…Grant Gerard. I can’t tell you much more than that. You just have to trust that I am on the right side.”
Even with all the aura of mystery and danger surrounding us on this hot, sultry night, I was captivated as I gazed into his eyes. They made me feel safe even in the middle of a dark street on the wrong side of the tracks. At that moment, I knew I could trust him. Whatever was on the agenda, he was on the side of right.
He started down the street with my hand still encased firmly in his. “Did you say you had a car back at the restaurant?”
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Cindy K. Green is a multi-published author with degrees in History and Education. Previously a middle school English & History teacher, she now homeschools her own children and writes in several genres: Inspirational, Contemporary, Fantasy, Suspense and Historical romance. Join her newsletter at firstname.lastname@example.org and she will send you out her short free read serial. Find out more about Cindy and her books at www.cindykgreen.com.