May 17, 2011

Presenting Melissa Bradley’s MAXIE

Melissa Bradley

The Night  A Werewolf Took Over My Brain

By Melissa Bradley

Hello! Hope you don’t mind me sitting here and taking over for the day. I’m so excited Beth let me come over and play. She is one wicked crime writer and a favorite author of mine.

People often ask me how I come up with my characters. The process varies from me creating a particular situation and deciding what kind of person would be most likely to encounter this to having a certain character type in mind then creating the plot around them. I create backstory and personality traits, vulnerabilities, fears, hopes and dreams. At least that was my M.O.  until one night in the not-too-distant past. The night a werewolf took over my mind and wouldn’t let go until I told her story her way.

I’d often read author interviews where they talked about how characters would speak to them. That these men, women, supernatural beings, would appear in their mind’s eye and start yammering on. It had never happened to me and I could not imagine what the experience was like. Then Maxie Briscoe happened and it was one of the greatest, strangest, most exciting experiences of my writing career.

Before Maxie, I was burned out and at a low point in my life. I’d just had two stories rejected and I was in a creative stupor. I sat at my computer night and night, trying like mad to think of something, anything. One evening on the verge of flipping my desk like a crazed lunatic, I put my head down and took a huge deep breath. I had just decided it was time to shut down and go to bed when it happened.

‘The name’s Maxie Briscoe and I am a werewolf.”

I heard those words and I sat up instantly. I typed them onto the screen and stared at them for a minute. Suddenly my fingers were flying over the keys. I could not stop typing. The words flowed fast and furious as Maxie literally dictated to me. I went from having nothing at all to having seven pages that first night. I was absolutely stunned when I finally went to bed that night.

And she didn’t leave me alone until it was “my writing time,” either. Oh no. Maxie kept right on talking to me throughout my days. I had to walk around with a notebook because she just kept right on speaking, no shutting up. And I had to tell her story, her way, too. I tried to go the third person route like usual, but the story lost its punch. It was her saying. “these are my words, sister and you aren’t changing a thing.”

Maxie is the first and so far only character who has ever kicked in the doors of my brain and taken over. I had to do no outline for her, give her a background, nothing. Her entire being is my brain. I know her like I know myself. And her story, Maxie Briscoe: Werewolf, isn’t the only one. No, she has already told me that there is a trilogy in there and I have to share. So fasten your seatbelts, the wild ride has only just started.

Here’s a little taste of Maxie:

 

The name’s Maxie Briscoe and I am a werewolf…

That’s right, a real live, full moon-loving, Halloween icon. It’s hard out here for girl like me. To survive, I hide my true self and act the part of a normal human, all while discreetly indulging the Beast within. Talk about walking a narrow ledge. And that’s not even the worst part. Sex is. You see I can bench press a pick-up truck and that spells disaster in the bedroom. You can’t have any real fun knowing you might accidentally crush a lover while in the throes. Kind of kills the mood.

When a friend’s murder shatters the careful existence I’ve carved out, I come face to face with Damien and Noah, two of the hottest men I’ve ever laid eyes on. They are also the first werewolves I’ve run across since my conversion. The attraction is instant, but complicated, the sex…explosive.

Too bad there’s a killer out there with his sights on me …

Excerpt

They materialize from the darkness, hunters intent on their prey. Me.

My breath hitches, the animal inside rippling beneath my skin. I’m nervous, but I refuse to let them see. This bitch rolls belly-up for no one. I stride onto my front porch, prepared to defend my territory. Dressed in loungewear, I am hardly the picture of a strong alpha female, but you go with what you got. I look them both dead on.

I fold my arms over my breasts. “What do you want?” I growl, my voice a low rumble.

“We’ve come for you, little one.” With a voice like muffled thunder, the taller of the two moves forward onto my lawn. Twisted steel with sex appeal about sums him up. His dark hair is pulled back in a tail, tee-shirt molded to his cut frame.

My nostrils flare, catching his scent, fresh like a mountain spring at first thaw; my female parts quiver in anticipation. I want to coil myself around him like a python on a Kapok tree, hugging every hard inch of flesh. Ruthlessly, I shove down the urge. It’s dangerous. Ulterior motives are written all over the two of them, and I just know one of those motives is to dominate me.

“It took us a long time to find you, Maxie.”

The whisky baritone draws my attention, and I watch the other one emerge, lean and graceful, his muscles liquid precision. Definite hotness is woven into the male half of the werewolf genetic code. His scent is warm and dark, like night in a jungle. My nipples bead with excitement as he lopes toward me, brushing past the larger wolf. He stops at the base of my stairs, conqueror etched in every line of his body. This is definitely the alpha of the pair.

“Didn’t know I was lost.” I widen my stance, ready to spring. If he’s looking for a challenge, he’s got one.

He smiles, teeth bared, the faint light from the scimitar moon exposing the predatory glint in his eyes.

I can feel the hunger resonating through them, matching my own deep desire.

“We can smell your craving, little one,” the taller one rumbles as he joins his partner.

I hate arrogant assholes. “Is this the part where I’m supposed lie back, spread my legs and say, ‘Do me like Red Riding Hood, you Big Bad Wolf’?”

They chuckle in that knowing, masculine way, the sound like tropical waves lapping along my insides, teasing and inviting.

“She’s more than we imagined, my friend.” The dominant wolf smiles over his shoulder at the other one as he starts up the first step.

“Hold it right there, Romeo,” I snap.

He stops, huffs out a breath and moves back to his original position. “The name is Damien Black. And this is Noah Rayburn.” He jerks a thumb toward the larger guy who inclines his head with a gleaming look in his eyes.

They stand there, watching me, probably wondering when I’m going to quit being so difficult and invite them inside. Maybe I will and maybe I won’t. All depends on their explanations.

 

Is this lady talented or what!  I invite you to get a copy of her book like right now, in many different formats including print.

To buy Maxie:  http://amberquillpress.com/AmberHeat/MaxieBriscoe.html

Melissa’s Sites:

My Blog Melissa’s Imaginarium http://melissasimaginarium.blogspot.com/

My Space http://myspace/com/melbwrites

Thank you, Melissa and Maxie, for visiting this week.  I’m so happy to meet both of you, and looking forward to the next Maxie book!

Folks, come back next week, when I’ll be featuring Pat Browning in the first of my 12 weeks with Murder We Write 2011, a multi-blog tour featuring mystery writers from all over the map.  I’ll also let you know where I’ll be on each of the 12 weeks.

Oh, and one more thing:

RAVEN TALKS BACK is now at Amazon.com and Borders.com in both ebooks and print and already doing very well.  Thank y’all for that!  If you haven’t gone to get a copy, here are the links to my author links on both sites:

http://www.amazon.com/Beth-Anderson/e/B000APMRR4

and http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Raven-Talks-Back/Beth-Anderson/e/2940012515407/?itm=1&USRI=beth+anderson

Cheers, Beth, whose house is now almost in order again…that is, after we get everything back in “perfect” order.  The house is dry, the new carpeting is beautiful, the cats and DenaliDawg are happy again now that they know we’re not moving and their food bowsl are safe.

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  1. I love, love, LOVE Maxie! And all Melissa’s other books.:)

    Congratulations on your new release, Beth.

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  2. Thank you, Beth! I’m so happy you enjoyed Maxie. We both loved coming out to play here. 😉

    Sloane, you’re making me blush. Thank you very, very much.

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  3. it was very interesting to read how our dear Melsy Bradley came up with her characters! Lovely post ladies!

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  4. Melissa, you’re so cute!

    I love Maxie’s accessories on the cover. I’m intrigued by Maxie’s intro. Will have to read this one. I’ve so enjoyed, Byzantine Provacateur. You’re a fantasic writer, Melissa.

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  5. Aww Dez, thanks for coming out, my friend. You are one of my very favorite cheerleaders.

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  6. Hi Mary! Thank you so much. You made me smile big time. I’m so happy you enjoyed Byzantine. And I know you’re gonna love Maxie. She is quite different from any female I have ever written. I’m very happy you love her accessories. 😉

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