As Long As Your Mine By Jenna Jaxon
Genre: Historical Romance
Guest Post
Did you have a minor character who insisted on playing a larger role in the story. If so, please tell us about it. And if not, please tell me how you get the characters in your head to behave.
Actually, this happened to me in the very first book I wrote, Time Enough to Love. It’s set in medieval England when courtiers in the court of Edward III accompany his daughter to her wedding in Spain. Two of the courtiers are betrothed, and though they don’t like each other at first, they finally do fall in love and are eagerly awaiting their wedding day. But then the hero is called away home and then he needs to send a message to his lady love. And I remember thinking, “How am I going to do that?” and the hero’s best friend, who had actually made trouble for the couple earlier, pipes up in my head saying, “I’ll take it!”
That message, and the fact that the friend was delivering it, changed the entire course of the novel. It ended up being a trilogy with three parts and quite a love triangle to boot. In fact, readers have told me they weren’t entirely sure which hero they were rooting for (kind of like Team Edward and Team Jacob, but with jousting). This is still one of my favorite stories, even if it is bittersweet at the end.
As for making my characters behave, I don’t usually have a problem with them. We rub along well together, although sometimes they do surprise me by whispering something in my ear that I hadn’t thought about before. The one exception was my Regency romance To Woo A Wicked Widow, where the characters had the bit in their teeth the entire time and I absolutely couldn’t do a thing with them. They changed so many things I felt as though I was a pantser—and anyone who knows me will tell you I am a plotter through and through. At least with most books. I usually have about a ten page outline with the major plot points fleshed out chapter by chapter and I stick to that pretty closely. I will change things up if a better idea presents itself, but almost always the roadmap is there, I just have to put the car in drive and floor it.
A scandalous mistake…or a wicked way to happiness?
Hoping to compromise herself, Lady Amantha Easton sneaks into the bedroom of her would-be suitor only to find a total stranger there—a totally handsome, charming stranger to be sure—but not at all the man she plans to marry. She leaves his room with her reputation intact—barely—only to fall victim to the gentleman’s charms in a public place. Now Amantha must face the fate she’s tried to avoid—marriage to a man who will never love her.
All Rafael Beauregard wanted was a warm bed and a good night’s sleep…but what he got was an unexpected romp with a beautiful vixen and a fiery kiss that left him wanting more. An excellent trade, except now he’s got to marry Lady Amantha, one of the most willful women he’s ever met. So Rafe’s challenge is to persuade her that marriage to him might be the best thing for them both…once he convinces himself
Excerpt
“Oh, Raif!” She could scarcely breathe now. “That…feels…so good.”
“I thought it might. You’re awful sweet.” His low, sleepy voice sounded odd under the covers. On the verge of asking if he was well, she lost the thought when he lifted his head from her breast and crushed his lips to hers.
All else forgotten, she wouldn’t have cared if the house burned down around them. His lips were hot, insistent. Then he plied the seam with his tongue, softly urged it to part for him. She had no desire to resist and soon he had buried his tongue deep in her mouth. A tentative stroke of her own brought a growl of encouragement, and she abandoned herself to explore his willing mouth. She did things she’d never dreamed she’d do, with Raif or anyone else. And she only wanted more. “Oh, Raif. I never thought it could be like this.”
He chuckled. “How soon you forget, Jenny.”
“Jenny?” Amantha froze, her blood turning to ice in her veins. “Who’s Jenny?” Sudden anger lit a fire in her, and she pushed him away. “How many women were you expecting in your bed tonight, Raif?”
“What?” The sleepiness had flown from his voice. “You’re not Jenny?”
“You expected me to be?” This was a nightmare. They weren’t even married and Raif was being unfaithful to her.
“I didn’t expect anyone in my bed.” He threw off the covers and fumbled at the bedside table.
“What do you mean you didn’t expect me? We had planned this, Raif.” What the devil was the man playing at?
“We?” A match flared as he lit the lamp, the sudden light after the darkness almost blinding her. She put her hand up to shield her eyes.
“What do you mean, we?” He sat up in the bed, rubbing his eyes. “Who are you, sweetheart?”
The voice, now unmuffled, certainly did not have the superior tone of Raiford Tolbert. Slowly Amantha lowered her hand to find a man with dark hair she’d never seen before peering at her.
Dear God, what had she done?
About the Author
Jenna Jaxon is a best-selling author of historical romance, writing in a variety of time periods because she believes that passion is timeless. She has been reading and writing historical romance since she was a teenager. A romantic herself, Jenna has always loved a dark side to the genre, a twist, suspense, a surprise. She tries to incorporate all these elements into her own stories.
She lives in Virginia with her family and a small menagerie of pets–including Olive, an almost silent cat, Earl Grey, a very curious bunny, and a Shar-pei mix dog named Frenchie.
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