RWW – Inspiration

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Welcome to the Romance Writers Weekly Blog Hop.

The Romance Writers Weekly crew is a group of romance writers who hang out on our Facebook Page, and do a weekly blog hop to answer questions about our writing and face writing challenges.

Sidelined by Kathryn Renard

Sidelined by Kathryn Renard

If you’ve just hopped over from Kathryn Renard’s blog , welcome. If you’re starting your blog hop here, feel free to jump back and see what Kathryn had to say.

Click to learn more about A. S. Fenichel's amazing Demon Hunters series.

Click to learn more about A. S. Fenichel’s amazing Demon Hunters series.

 

Today’s topic is offered by the amazing A.S. Fenichel – Choose one of your books and tell us where the idea came from. Was it a dream, an overheard conversation, did it spark from a previous book you wrote? How did the idea come to you and how did it evolve into a full story. If you want to share a snippet, that would be awesome too.

 

Oh, fun.

Lets take my latest, Suburban Spies.

 

After a night of watching:

and:

…back to back, I went to bed with sexy spies on my mind and woke up the next morning with the basic plot for Suburban Spies.

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Here’s a little snippet:

Jennifer hefted Slade’s body off her shoulder and onto the sofa in his basement man cave. Big screen TV, X-Box, Blueray player, and all the big-boy toys a man could want. Framed movie posters lined the walls. Terminator, Guardians of the Galaxy, the Expendables . . .

Seriously, Transformers? Ugh!

“You’ve redecorated since I was last down here, lover boy.”

She exited to retrieve the hardware store goodies she’d bought. She hadn’t needed to use any of it on Alexie Youchinko. The Russian agent, her one-time partner, had cracked almost the moment he’d caught sight of her. He’d known his goose was cooked. Sometimes revenge was so sweet.

Not one to waste good hardware, she’d brought everything back from France with her. The cuffs, chains, and manacles had the Homeland Security boys at the airport looking at her sideways. She chuckled. That alone made lugging all the extra weight through the airport so worth it.

Back in the basement she sorted through the heavy hardware. “Now, where would he put his—? Ah.” A multi-drawer tool chest stood in the corner, a drill driver in its charging stand on top.

Slade snorted where he dozed. The handsome cut of his jaw line was relaxed in repose, as if he hadn’t a care in the world. She resisted the urge to run her hands once more across his lean, solid frame. She needed to complete her installation before Slade woke up.

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Want more? You can find Suburban Spies in the sexy Soul Mate anthology Cherished Secrets at: Click Here

Want to know what inspired Jenna Da Sie? Check it out at https://jennadasie.com/ as the Romance Writers Weekly blog continues.

RWW – Let’s have lunch together.

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Welcome to the Romance Writers Weekly Blog Hop.

The Romance Writers Weekly crew is a group of romance writers who hang out on our Facebook Page, and do a weekly blog hop to answer questions about our writing and face writing challenges.

If you’ve just hopped over from Jenna Da Sie’s blog , welcome. If you’re starting your blog hop here, feel free to jump back and see what Jenna had to say.

Today’s question comes from the wonderful Leslie Hachtel: If you could have lunch with any writer (living) and just chat about stuff, who would you choose and what do you think you would talk about?

Without 50 Shades of Gray and the incredible E. L. James, I would probably not be here. She opened up a market and interest in erotic romance and caused HIM to create me. I know it’s all well documented, but I’d love to just chat over lunch about what it was like for her early on.

So, what do you say Ms. James? Lunch? I’m free anytime. Call me. I’ll even spring for desert.

Now I know what you’re asking: Who is Brenda Margriet having lunch with today? Find out as we continue the blog hop at: http://www.brendamargriet.com/blog

And be sure to check out Brenda’s amazing novel, When Time Falls Still:

When Time Falls Still