Thursday, June 14, 2012
Mating Call - A Matter of Trust
Their problems begin when Hugh arrives at Rebecca's home on very short notice so that his magical horse can join his mate. He doesn't understand what the problem is. After all, he had sent word to her by way of the wraith express and what wraith didn't use the express to communicate?
The answer is Rebecca. She's a wraith who still clings to her mortal existence. It seems that she and Hugh will never understand each other, but as the old saying goes, opposites attract.
Despite their desire for each other, Hugh and Rebecca don't have a smooth introduction. Every time they're on the verge of making peace, something happens to hurl them back into an emotional battle.
Rebecca finds Hugh's questions invasive. Hugh wonders why she has so many emotional walls. Writing about these two opposites was a challenge. In the planning stages of the story, I sometimes wondered how they'd ever get together outside of the bedroom. Just like in reality, it's sometimes hard for people to truly open up to each other. It's difficult to find someone whom you trust enough to confess your deepest secrets.
While working on this story, I thought about the people who know me best and what it took for me to trust them.
In a way, Rebecca is a woman on the edge. Deep inside she's searching for someone to help her come to terms with her past and Hugh is both pushy and caring enough to penetrate her defenses.
Mating Call is scheduled for release this month by Changeling Press. I hope you enjoy the following excerpt from the story.
by Kate Hill
Coming in June 2012 from Changeling Press
Since becoming a wraith she'd felt absolutely no sexual desire, which was one of the reasons she was embittered by the existence. Since the change, even when she saw a hot guy she'd lost that pulsing, heart-pounding rush of sexual excitement, or at least she thought she had.
The moment she'd met Hugh she felt a tingling in her body and soul that she never expected to feel again.
"Nice place," Hugh said, glancing around.
"Thanks. I've worked on it a lot." She gestured for him to sit while she took a pitcher of lemonade from the refrigerator and removed two glasses from a nearby cabinet.
He tugged out a chair and sat, still glancing around. "It's very. . .human."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"What it sounded like."
"In case you haven't noticed you're human too."
"No I'm a wraith, but this is nice."
She curled her lip. "Well thanks for the stamp of approval."
"Hey you don't have to get defensive. I know some wraiths like to cling to the world of the living. In a way it's what we're supposed to do, right? We're like spiritual ambassadors, here to show the living that they don't need to fear what comes after."
"How would we know?" she demanded, holding his gaze.
"How would we know what comes after? I mean we're not truly part of it, any more than we're truly part of the world of the living. We're like these pathetic creatures somewhere between--"
"Speak for yourself, lady. I'm happy with my choice. If you hate our kind so much, why didn't you take death instead of becoming a wraith?"
Rebecca's lips opened as if she was about to speak. She'd never come so close to spilling the truth about her introduction to wraithhood, but she'd sworn to keep it secret.
Sometimes she just wanted to tell everyone, to get it out in the open so it was less of a burden on her soul, but she'd made a promise and one thing Rebecca hated was a liar.
Yet she couldn't stand another moment of Hugh's smugness and accusations.
"Well?" he pressed.
"None of your fucking business." Rebecca snarled and dumped the entire pitcher of lemonade over his head.
Kate is a vegetarian New Englander who loves writing romantic fantasies. When she's not working on her books, Kate enjoys reading, working out, and researching vampires and Viking history. You can visit her online at http://www.kate-hill.com