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Blood is thicker than water, or so the story goes…

As fast as Cora can run, there is no escaping the blood that ties her to an ancient, evil past.

Amongst the bitter cold and driving snow, Nate must find a way to protect the love of his life, before the darkness falls and Cora is lost to him forever.

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Excerpt:

Why? Why did I need to go home? Other than for shelter, no one needed me there. Nate was all I had left. He was my reason for breathing and now the sole reason I got up every morning. The thought of harm coming to Nate made my heart hammer in my chest even harder. I jammed my hands deep into my coat pockets and focused on letting oxygen flow into my lungs.

In a single moment of clarity, I knew. I mean, I knew I loved Nate; that was without question. But if I didn’t have him in my life, it would be nothing but vacuous space.

I brushed snow off the fallen tree trunk and sat down. My thinking tree. Nate and I came here often to sit and talk, read, or watch the day simply pass us by. I piled up handful after handful of snow, heaping them on top of each other until a small avalanche rolled off the log and into a heap on the ground.

You are the key.

I leapt off the log landing two feet together, crushing the peak of snow beneath my shoes.

“Who’s there?” I shoved my fists into my hips and squared my shoulders. If there was someone there, they didn’t know who they were messing with.

The rustling of leaves came from above and a sprinkling of disturbed snow flittered down in front of my face. The flapping of beating wings and the call of a solitary bird echoed overhead. I caught sight of white feathers tipped with black before they disappeared above the trees and out of sight.

“Is anyone there?” I called out again, but I had a feeling I wouldn’t get a response.

The softness of the voice rolled around my head as I lingered amongst the tall trees on my way back home.

I am the key. The answer is within my blood. What did that mean?

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Danielle is visiting my blog today to reveal where she gets inspiration for her stories.

As an author, I am often asked where my ideas for stories come from.  This is never an easy question to answer but I’ll do my best to explain my thought processes when coming up with an idea for a novel or series.

I am going to take you through how I started writing one of my work in progress,  “Let Her Go”, a ghost love story based in Japanese mythology.

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It came to me when I was listening to the song “Let Her Go” by Passenger. There was something about the song that I connected with. I heard the character’s heartbreak of only realising love when it’s too late. The lyrics, “only know you love her when you let her go.” sparked a tiny thread of a story.

What if you loved someone but had to let them go?

From there, I go into full brainstorming mode. While listening to the song over and over, and over some more, characters reveal themselves, plot lines come out. I love the paranormal and am always fascinated by ghosts. The idea struck me, what if you were in love with a ghost? How would you deal with that? How would it even work?

Japanese mythology has always held a place in my heart and adore Japanese horror. One of my favourite myths is that of the yurei. Many Japanese believe that if a person dies tragically or under violent circumstances, their spirit returns and are kept from a peaceful afterlife until they are avenged. This is demonstrated beautifully in the movie Ju-On (The Grudge).

I had also fallen in love with a series of photographs taken by my brother while living in Japan, of the Cherry Blossom forest in full bloom.

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This young girl looked to me as if she lived in the blossom and was part of the forest herself. So I put the two together. The ghost of a young woman haunts the cherry blossom forest where she was violently murdered.

With any love story, you need a male hero, but I have quite a fond attachment to characters that are quite damaged. I wanted my main hero to have a history in Japanese mythology so I thought it a great idea for him to have Japanese heritage. His Japanese mother married an Australian man and moved to Australia but after the suicide of his girlfriend, goes to Japan to stay with relatives to help him recover.

So, once I have my characters in mind, I look for stock images that I can use legally and start building character profiles and so Reika and Michio Hunter were born.

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 From there, I just start writing.

By the end of a completed manuscript the characters are as real as you and me and I know them better than I know myself. They are real people, reacting in their own way.

I just do the typing.

 

 

 

About the Author:

Danielle Belwater adores the concept of true love and that everyone has their Prince Charming or Snow White out there somewhere, even if they have to fight demons, ghosts, and wizards to find it.

Danielle has been having a love affair with words since she was young and in primary school, writing some rather imaginative tales. This love has followed her into adulthood. 

She lives in rural South Australia with her husband, young daughters and way too many animals to mention. She spends most of her time dreaming up characters, stories, ghostly tales, and watching Firefly re-runs.  She also cooks the odd meal for her family to avoid them looking like skeletons at official author functions!  

Danielle is passionate about reading and her interests include pretty much anything with words from rolling four volume epics to the daily newspaper.

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