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I Think I’m Obsessed
When someone first accuses you of being obsessed with something, the average person has a natural tendency to become defensive and deny the ridiculous allegation.
How dare they accuse me of being preoccupied and fixated? I most certainly do think about, talk about, and do things other than writing.
Then it hits you, rather like an elephant sitting on your chest. You might obsessed if:
~You got rid of all but two houseplants, so you have more time to write. You, who have always had at least a dozen plants in the house for the past three decades.
~You let the housework and laundry go undone, so you have more time to write. Naturally the dishes are washed and the pets are fed. Most of the time, that is.
~You have pretty much stopped cooking (hey, the kids are all grown and have left home and those salad mixes are so convenient) so you have more time to write.
~You actually found cobwebs in several corners in the house, and there seems to be a perpetual shortage of toilet paper, food, laundry soap . . . just about everything. An empty refrigerator is much easier to keep clean, you reason.
~You wear jammie pants and sweats and don’t bother to put make-up on because only the computer will see you today anyway.
~The darn mail seems to be multiplying on the den desk. Whose job is it to go through the mail?
~The weeds in the flowerbeds have taken over, and you think the yard now has a charming English garden ambiance.
I am obsessed with writing.
How did that happen? Oh, I remember. I wrote a book. Then another. Then another. And another. My brain just won’t stop producing stories.
It’s not my fault. I should never have started reading romance novels. Then I’d never have gotten the urge to write one. And once you’ve become snared as a romance reader and writer, you’re doomed.
So, yes. My name is Collette Cameron, and I’m obsessed with writing romances.
Anybody else want to confess what their obsession is?
She won’t be tamed.
A fiery, unconventional Scot, Adaira Ferguson wears breeches, swears, and has no more desire to marry than she does to follow society’s dictates of appropriate behavior. She trusts no man with the secret she desperately protects.
He can’t forget.
Haunted by his past, Roark, the Earl of Clarendon, rigidly adheres to propriety, holding himself and those around him to the highest standards, no matter the cost. Betrayed once, he’s guarded and leery of all women.
Mistaking Roark for a known spy, Adaira imprisons him. Infuriated, he vows vengeance. Realizing her error, she’s appalled and releases him, but he’s not satisfied with his freedom. Roark is determined to transform Adaira from an ill-mannered hoyden to a lady of refinement.
He succeeds only to discover, he preferred the free-spirited Scottish lass who first captured his heart.
Thought y’all might enjoy this sassy excerpt. Chose it especially. 🙂
Smiling, a heart-wrenchingly sad smile, she said flatly, “I’m quite used to being the source of gossip and disapproval. One really does become immune after a while.”
Shoulders sagging, she dropped her gaze to her hands, and fidgeted with a ribbon on her gown.
Like hell one did.
People erected barriers and defenses and lived a lonely life of isolation. Or behaved outrageously, keeping the company of those even more scandalous than themselves. Or they became bitter and unfeeling, afraid to hope for anything better than the harsh hand they’d been dealt. He couldn’t let that happen to his free-spirited Adaira.
Stifling an oath, Roark straightened his shoulders. The infernal pounding in his head and throbbing in his nether regions affected both his patience and his ability to focus.
“You’d prefer censure and ostracism?”
Adaira tilted her chin, meeting his eyes. “I prefer them over being compelled to marry a man who doesn’t want me. You have made it very clear you disapprove of everything about me. I’m not foolish enough to mistake your lust for anything more than what it is, pure animalistic drive.”
She gave him a cynical smile and shrugged again. “You forget, my lord, I have a stallion that becomes crazed with the need to copulate. He doesn’t give a rat’s whisker about the mare he’s mating. She’s a means to an end. Humans are little better in my observation, at least the males of the species.”
By God, she’d compared him to her rutting stallion. Roark almost touched his jaw to make sure it wasn’t sagging open.
Award winning, Amazon best-selling, and multi-published historical romance author, Collette Cameron, has a BS in Liberal Studies and a Master’s in Teaching. A Pacific Northwest Native, Collette’s been married for thirty years, has three amazing adult children, and five dachshunds. Collette loves a good joke, inspirational quotes, flowers, the beach, trivia, birds, shabby chic, and Cadbury Chocolate. You’ll always find dogs, birds, quirky—sometimes naughty—humor, and a dash of inspiration in her novels. Her motto for life? You can’t have too much chocolate, too many hugs, or too many flowers. She’s thinking about adding shoes to that list.