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Music is the Soundtrack to live… and books, with Wendi Zwaduk

One more night_LG1Music is the Soundtrack to Life… and Books!
To celebrate the 1Night Stand books, we’re all gathering ‘round with cool blogs about our books. Mine from the line is called One More Night. Got that Phil Collins song stuck in your head? What about the Maroon5 one? Yeah, I did, too. Both songs. But it’s funny. Both songs actually played a role in the book.
First, let me thank Kate Richards for letting me blog here today. I love Miss Kate. A couple years ago, she and Miss Valerie Mann were both at the Lori Foster event in Cincinnati and I had the opportunity to pitch One More Night to them. Talk about scary. I had no idea what they’d think or they’d like it. But they were awesome and listened to me ramble. In the end, they asked me to sub the story, I did and with a few tweaks, it was contracted. Great feeling. So thank you for letting me blog here and thanks for listening to me when my confidence locked itself up tight in the restroom.
So now back to the music and the story. When I write, I’ve always got music playing. I’m the type of person who needs noise to work. Call it a strange distraction from everything else around me, but it works. I’d been listening to a playlist I had with a strange selection of songs. I don’t listen to one or two set genres of music. My brain moves too fast to stick with one and my interests are so varied that I might be totally into a classical piece today and a grunge rock one tomorrow.
The Phil Collins song was playing and ideas formed in my head. Two people who need that one more night to sort out the mess that was their relationship. There’s a longing in the Collins song that spoke to me. Got the characters to talk, too. In the Maroon5 song, he wants to be there, but being with her can’t work. Another theme to my story that is very important. Longing, need, pain and a lack of trust. I can work with those.
I had the premise, but what about the people? I’m rather fond of pilots – I married one – so I tend to write flight and racing into my work. In this case, the pilot won out. I let the general idea sit because sometimes pouncing on them right away doesn’t work. This one needed time to simmer. The heroine talked to me first. She’s got her moments where she needs her head examined, but there was a lot of back story for her. Jenna wants to be loved and she really wants Drake to be the one doing the loving. She can’t explain why she had to go, but through the work of Madame Eve, she’s back. What about Drake? He’s a pilot and could’ve been her pilot for the date, but no…that’s too easy. He’s also got issues. He’s been in an accident and flying isn’t in his cards. So what are these two to do?
You’ll have to read One More Night and find out. Grin. Here’s some more info on the book:

One More Night – a 1Night Stand story by Wendi Zwaduk
Contemporary, Short Story, M/F, Anal Sex
From Decadent Publishing
Fear can blind. Will love show the way in the dark? All it takes is one more night…
Three years ago, Jenna ran away from what should have been the best night of her life. Letting her fear and shame get in the way of true happiness has haunted her ever since. It’s time to move on and put the past behind her. A date through the 1Night Stand service is the perfect opportunity to start living life again.
When the love of his life slipped through his fingers, Drake hated to let her go. A near-death accident prevented him from going after her. But after three years of recovery and waiting, he’s ready to take back what’s his, and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her from running again.
Can Madame Eve work a miracle or will love lose out to pride and fear?
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And here’s a little taste of the story!
“You bring out the bad girl in me. I forgot how much I liked it.”
If he shoved her panties to the side, she’d let him grope her there in the reception room. He resisted the urge to go too far and moved her dress to repair her modesty. “You’re good at being bad.” With the pads of his fingers, he stroked down the length of her leg and caressed her ankle. The crimson polish on her toes glittered in the fluorescent light. “You always did like bare feet.”
Her voice dropped to the husky purr he hadn’t heard in a long time. “My stilettos pinched my toes. Bare is more comfortable.”
“I’m glad you came back.” The old feelings welled in his brain, reminding him how he hadn’t stopped loving her. Ever. “You aren’t the same girl who walked out of here three years ago. Not really. I want to discover all the ways you’ve grown.”
“You’ve changed, too.” The husky tone of her voice trailed up his spine. Jenna traced the line of his lapel with her finger. “More poetic, less gruff. And you shaved.” For the first time since she’d set foot on the tarmac, she smiled. “I like the changes. They work on you.” She murmured in his ear, “I wouldn’t have stopped you if you kept going.”

Here’s a little bit about me!
I’ve always dreamt of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line. I love playing with words and letting the characters run wild.
NASCAR, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, animals and second chance romance all feature prominently in my books. I also write under the pen name of Megan Slayer. I’m published with many different publishing houses, including Decadent Publishing. Come join me for this fantastic journey!
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One response

  1. Thanks for having me for the party. This was so much fun! Hugs!

    October 17, 2013 at 6:50 am

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