I decided to combine historical and fantasy because I love both of the genres. I love the pageantry of history and the opportunity to write scenarios that fall within the era: arranged marriages, alpha heroes, damsels in distress (even though my damsels usually do their own rescuing), court intrigue, etc. And I love fantasy, and the opportunity to create a magical world that alters the boundaries of the historical backdrop.
And the ability to add magic to my romance inspires my imagination.
I’d like to share an excerpt from book one of THE ELVEN LORDS series, THE FIRE LORD’S LOVER, to show how the historical, fantasy and romantic elements combine for me. In the scene, Lady Cassandra Bridges has just completed the ceremony for her arranged marriage to Dominic Raikes, the elven lord’s half-breed son. Trained as an assassin to murder his father, Cass has no intention of even liking her husband, and is shocked by the way she reacts to his kiss, which is also reflected in the magical ring Dominic gifts her with.
Cass now stood facing her… new husband. She
supposed she’d have to get used to that idea. Although
she didn’t think she could ever get used to the coldness
of his beautiful eyes. She’d hoped she could use
the general to gather information about the elven, but
right now he did not look like a man who could be
used. Indeed, when his eyes met hers for a moment,
a shiver of dread went through her.
The few times she’d visited him, he had treated
her with a disinterest bordering on contempt. She’d
foolishly thought that when she became his wife that
might change, but it appeared the ceremony affected
him not at all. Faith, how would she manage to share
his bed tonight? Best not to think of that.
She blanched as her new husband slid a ring on
her finger. A band of gold with a rose carved atop it.
But the rose looked so real, the edges of the petals
as delicate as the true flower. Cass couldn’t resist the
impulse to bring it closer to her face, then nearly
jumped when the petals curled closed, changing the
carving to a tight bud.
He’d given her a ring crafted with elven magic.
Her eyes flew up to his in alarm.
General Raikes lowered his head. “It won’t harm
you,” he muttered, a note of exasperation in his
velvety voice. And then he lowered his head and
kissed her, signaling an end to the ceremony.
Cass’s heart flipped over. She stood quite frozen,
unsure of what had come over her. The general
had done nothing more than press his lips to hers.
And her entire body had shivered. From that one
As the onlookers broke into polite applause,
Mor’ded leaned close to his son and said, “Surely the
champion can do better than that.”
She watched her husband glance at his father. Saw
his face harden with challenge. Then the general
wrapped his arms around her and roughly pulled her
against his chest, and Cass could only pray.
Her new husband kissed her again. But this time he
kissed her like Thomas had, bending her backward in
his arms, moving his mouth over hers as if he sought
to eat her alive. But the experience was totally unlike
the one she’d shared with Thomas.
The world seemed to fall away. Cass became aware
of nothing and no one but the man holding her in his
arms. The heat of his mouth, the fire that ran through
her body, the sheer exhilaration of the taste of him.
Her senses heightened. She felt her breasts tighten
and strain toward him. Felt a wetness between her
legs that frightened and excited her all at the same
time. His tongue pressed against her lips, and lacking
any experience of what to do, she opened her mouth
and he invaded it, stroking and tasting until she just
forgot to breathe.
Her new husband abruptly let her go and set her
away from him. Cass swayed. The applause in the
room had risen in volume, and she blushed again to
realize she’d behaved in such a manner in front of
an archbishop, half the country, and in the house of
the Lord, no less. She couldn’t account for what had
come over her.
General Raikes gave his father a heated look. “Will
When Dominic took her hand and led her back
down the nave, Cass could do nothing but weakly
follow. But she noticed the rose in her ring had come
unfurled, spreading out into a glorious open blossom.
With the opportunity to work with so many elements that I love, it was natural for me to combine history with fantasy and romance. And I think what it comes down to for the writer is to write what you love because it will be reflected in every line of the story and will truly become the book of your heart.
All My Magical Best,