Vows of Pain and Passion – A word from the author, Leigh Lee

I really enjoyed writing this book, but iHalf covert took me a year to research before I could even begin to write. Being a stickler for detail, I had to figure out how the people of this high medieval time lived, spoke, dressed and even how they kept track of time. Not to mention, how they traveled and what their religious and social beliefs were. To all, I can honestly say, I did my best to bring the setting for Vows of Pain & Passion to life. I want to thank the readers who have been supporting me and my dream.

 

Now Vows of Pain and Passion has a new look.

A Brand New Cover.  Same great story – Fresh new look!

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Another Excerpt – Vows of Pain and Passion

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Renouf released her and, with a movement so swift that it was barely visible, he had his knife pointing at Adaira’s throat. Lowering his head, he pressed his forehead to hers and grinned with apt shrewdness. “Ah-ha. Now what, chérie?”

 

He knew she hated him

Vows of Pain and Passion 

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He knew that she hated him, but to seal herself off in a tomb, living in isolation just to avoid him seemed extreme…

In disbelief, Renouf shook his head as he imagined the horrific life Adaira actively sought for herself. “Has her grief driven her mad? Would she give up everything to live in a sealed tomb, dwell in her own grave until she dies?”

“The demoiselle has confessed her sins and the bishop has given his blessings,” Evan stated plainly.

“Where is she now?” Renouf demanded, none too quietly.

“In her room, preparing herself.”

“We will see about that.” Renouf started up the stairs then, turning, he glanced back at his first in command, realizing that he had no idea which room was hers.

“The tower room, the small one at the very top,” Evan supplied quickly. “But, Renouf, I doubt anything you say will affect her decision. Her mind is made up.”

“Like the very devil it is!”

 Adaira learned of Renouf’s plans to marry her when she awoke in a new, much larger, and better-furnished chamber.

“What in the devil were you thinking, demoiselle?” he rasped, as if committing her life to God was the greatest sin of all.

 It is my choice—” she began, surprised at this reaction.

“Had I not arrived in time—” Renouf paused and suppressed a shudder. “No!” he disagreed with a fiery red face. “Yours will not be a life of solitude. We will marry.”

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The First Baby/Book.

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My debut book is being released , 2/21/2015. I was equally excited and nervous.
Becoming a first time author is similar to becoming a new parent. You’ve waited excitedly for the culmination of your new baby/book and planned for its arrival by buying clothes/cover art to dress it up for its introduction to the world. Everyone has happily given you advice as to how a baby/book should be handled/written, but still you fret. Once baby/book is conceived/written, you worry if you will be a successful parent/author. Will you live up to your expectations? Or worse, those of your loved ones. Proudly, you want to show it off to anyone who will take a look/give you feedback, and pray it will grow up to be a successful human being/novel. You cringe when someone does, but then soar when they think your baby/book is fabulous. No one, but another parent/author understands how much you agonized, the pain you bore to bring your baby/book into existence. There were torturous hours/months to bring baby/book into the world. But it all finally pays off when baby/book is born/released to the public. Now you have a book/baby to properly raise/promote and you are scared to death and thrilled at the same time. Was it worth it? Ask any parent/writer. Yes. Yes. Yes.

Addition:  As your Baby/Book grows, it changes. Sometimes the look is so new and different from what it was at first. But on the inside it is the same.

Welcome Vows of Pain and Passion and its new look!

Thanks,

Leigh Lee

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My Particular Lack of Promotion Posted on February 20, 2015 by patriciahudson

Hi everyone,

I would like to share my friend’s blog posting.  It made me laugh and more than that, it helped me to take a less critical look at myself.  Writing should be fun, right? I am pleased to introduce, Author, Patricia Hudson.

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My Particular Lack of Promotion

Why do I punish myself . . . I’m a masochist. Masochism is an eponym — a word named after a person. Leopold von Sacher-Masoch was an Austrian writer in the nineteenth century who described the gratification he got from his own pain and humiliation. There are many self-proclaimed masochists out there today.

Oh glee! The word was named after a writer. That explains it.

I cause myself pain. Not for any sexual gratification, but for some warped belief that I must worry, berate, exhaust and embarrass myself endlessly. Daily. Hourly. I must get my book out there. I must sell. I must become a best seller. I must or DIE.

I’ve become a beggar, a madam of books, and the worst; a salesperson. Ugg! If you have a blog, I’ve talked to you. No, I’ve begged you to feature my book. I’ve posted the link on my Facebook page ad nauseam. I can no longer look my friends in the eye.

My author friends have gone so far as to create ads for me so they don’t have to look at the same cover over and over again. Sweet.

I’ve spent our vacation money on Facebook advertisement. Seriously, who does that? I’m hoping my royalties will replenish our savings. Laughing hysterically. Picking myself up off the floor. My royalties may get us into the local museum. If we’re lucky, a stop at the local fast food joint after our outing. Oh, Yay! The rewards of endless late nights, pouring my heart out. Fast food is evidently why I do this?

Those in the know, the authors who’ve got Best Seller linked to their names, advise the wannabe’s to write. Please, explain to me when I’m supposed to write when I’m too busy offering my soul and my body to anyone who will give me space for my book.

I’ve come to the conclusion that whatever I’ve done in the past doesn’t work so I’ve turned to a more unorthodox method. I light candles, I chant, and I’ve built a pseudo offering to – Seshat an Egyptian goddess of writers and her male counterpart; Thoth, the Egyptian god of scribes and writing. It’s a fairly new approach. Results are pending.

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However; my new techniques are very relaxing. I lump them into the same practice as yoga. If nothing else, I’m calming my butt down and smiling instead of wearing the scowl that always graced my face. That’s a step in the right direction.

At least the new methods take no more than thirty minutes a day. Plenty of time to start my next book. And best of all, I can look my friends in the eye, again.

What’s my point? I don’t have one. I guess that’s my point. There are no set rules. Do what you can live with, not what kills you or makes your life a miserable hell. Write because it makes you happy. Get off the roller-coaster that’s propelled by nervous authors who promote everything in all ways remotely connected to the masochistic practice of self-promotion as if it’s a sure fire way to a best seller.

By Patricia Hudson