Gabrielle Bisset - Guest Blog

Today I welcome Gabrielle Bisset, who has come to talk about inspiration and tell us a bit about some of her current and future releases.

A Writer’s Inspiration

I have to admit that when I have the pleasure to guest on other people’s blogs, I struggle with what to talk about. Nicki discussed bad boys and True Blood on my blog last week, so those really great topics went out the window. (Color me jealous) I was mulling over the idea of what to write over the weekend and then it came to me.  Actually what came to me was the idea for my next story, but it was that idea that gave me the idea to talk about where I get my inspiration. 

I read about an author who wrote romance and erotica who was always asked if her stories were drawn from real life.  She would laugh and explain that just as the author who writes about bank robberies doesn’t necessarily know firsthand about robbing banks, she doesn’t necessarily write from real life experience.  Does anyone ever ask Stephen King that question?  I don’t want to know about his real life experiences, if that’s the case.

Inspiration comes from many places.  My novella, Vampire Dreams, came from a dream.  I woke up one morning and the entire first scene from the story had played out in my mind while I was sleeping.  This is why I keep something to write with and paper next to my bed.  You never know what good stuff will come out in your sleep!

I also found inspiration for my first novel, Stolen Destiny, in a dream.  One night last summer I woke up and all these ideas about this race of people I’d never heard of before were swimming around in my brain.  From these ideas came the basis for the Destined Ones series that begins on June 29 with the release of Stolen Destiny. 

And as for the inspiration from my weekend?  An incredibly attractive blacksmith was at a festival I was volunteering at and he made quite an impression on me.  From that I began to formulate ideas for my newest story, a romance (erotic, perhaps) set in Spain involving a blacksmith as my hero who has a history far off in the deserts of the Middle East that even he doesn’t know much about.  And all that came from a short conversation with a very handsome man and a short time watching him practice his art. 

Don’t you just love inspiration? 

Here’s the scene from Vampire Dreams that I first dreamed that night:

      The dark streets of the city lay sprawled out in front of her, filled with both possible danger and salvation. As she ran, her feet pounding against the stones beneath them, her breathing came in pants that stole the moisture from her mouth. Her eyes frantically scanned for someplace to hide as she pushed her legs to run faster.

She could hear his feet as each one solidly hit the ground behind her. His stride much longer than hers, he was coming closer with each step.

If he caught her...

The pounding of her heart hammered in her ears as the blood pushed faster and faster through her body. Up ahead, she saw a door ajar in a rundown building. If it was empty, she might be able to find a place to hide and hopefully escape from the pain of what awaited her if he captured her.

She slipped through the doorway, but her cape caught on the doorknob, costing her precious moments. As she worked to free herself, she heard his footsteps slow down to a walk, a sign he was as sure as she that he’d won.

Finally, in desperation, she tore the fabric from the knob, and free to run once more, she turned and ran headlong into the chest of a man who stood silently watching her.

“Please save me! He’s coming for me!”

Without a word, the stranger took her by the arm and led her to a table near the far wall. With his hands on her shoulders, he hesitated a moment and then spun her around.

His voice deep, he commanded, “Place your hands on the table and bend over.”

Unsure if she’d chosen a fate as horrific as the one she’d fled from, she did as she’d been told and waited in terror for what was to come.

The noise of her stalker entering the building caused her to turn her head, but the voice behind her sternly warned, “Face forward.”

She felt hands lift her cloak and dress, allowing the cool night air to hit the bare skin of her thighs. The feeling at once thrilled and shocked her, and she instinctively stood up to cover herself.

The man behind her forcibly pushed her back toward the table and leaned over her to whisper low in her ear, “Trust me,” as he pushed his body firmly against her backside.

“Hey you! Where’s the girl who came in here?”

With his hands on her hips, the man who gave her no choice but to trust him pushed his hips toward hers and thrust toward her still clothed body to simulate sex, complete with throaty groans.

“Hey! I asked you about the girl who came in here!”

Never looking back, Arden squeezed her eyes closed, shutting out the moonlight that streamed in through the window above, and waited for the attack she feared. Instead, she heard the man whose body continued to meet hers bark, “Go away! This whore’s mine!”

Indignant at the use of the word whore to describe her, she started to push herself up but his hand held her by the neck and forced her to remain still on the table. A sound like a hiss came from her protector and the other man hurriedly ran out of the building.

Vampire Dreams can be found at Amazon, All Romance eBooks, and Smashwords. Readers can contact Gabrielle at gabriellebisset@gmail.com and visit her blog at http://gbisset.blogspot.com/

Thanks again, Nicki, for letting me guest on your blog!