My Inspiration: The Things in Life That Inspire Me
First, I want to thank Lisa for having me on her blog today. I’ve been doing a lot of blogging about my new release, Eternal Ever After and if you’re a writer, you may have seen me on Joe Konrath’s blog giving thanks and talking about a book for charity that I’ll be releasing in February to celebrate American Heart Month.
Today, instead, I wanted to talk about what inspires me—about the little things in life that we don’t always pay attention to, but deserve our gratitude the most. We’re always in motion, pursuing happiness, and in that pursuit we forget to live in the moment and love those around us. Happiness seems to remain elusive and unmeasurable.
Except that it can be measured in so many ways, but with the holiday season over and the gloomy winter weather, it’s easy to forget the things that really matter in life. So here are ten things that I’m grateful for or inspire me.
1. My Husband
2. My Dad
3. My Children
9. Every sunrise & the first sip of coffee in the morning
10. And writing!
What are you grateful for? What inspires you? Oh, yes, and do check out my new release, Eternal Ever After ;)
Eternal Ever After
His past holds a secret…
Arie Cush has a secret that he thought he’d left behind. When his past follows him to Chicago he must protect someone that reminds him of all the painful memories he’s tried so hard to forget. But when every touch from her sets his heart and body on fire—he finds it hard to maintain his aloof façade.
that becomes her nightmare.
Holly Ellis has secrets of her own. An encounter with the handsome stranger who frequents her coffee shop reveals a vampire with baggage. Even though it might be more than she bargained for, she can’t resist the one person who understands her. But her life is in danger and a supernatural threat could reveal the underground world of vampires to humankind in this Gothic Cinderella re-telling.
“Brimming with emotion and sensuality, it’ll keep you up far too late reading and craving her next book.”
—Kathy Kulig, Ellora’s Cave Award Winning Author
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Excerpt from Eternal Ever After
“If your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink.”
–Holy Bible: King James Version
I never guessed that I could die with a sea of faces surrounding me, all cheering for my death. A woman wearing a jacket dress made of brocade only laughed louder when blood splattered the low square neckline. Where is Arie? I scanned the crowded club but all I could see were pale faces, some half covered by masks.
My time had come and I prayed she would finish me off quickly. The warm trickle of blood ran down my neck and chest, saturating the corset bustier of my gown. It seemed like a shame to ruin such a pretty dress. Strangely, I felt relieved the bodice was black and not a light color that would show a stain.
The fear of dying or more accurately, the fear of not existing, scared me stiff. Perhaps if I had satisfied this existential anxiety with faith I wouldn’t jump from panic to ambivalence. I should be angry at everyone who simply watched. They must think the gruesome display is part of the entertainment for tonight. After the bloody burlesque show I could hardly blame them.
Holly, I gave you the chance to leave. The telepathic transference hardly seemed relevant at this point. I knew if I’d never gone to the Hellfire Club, I wouldn’t be facing death now. Still, if my death meant the killings would stop it seemed justifiable.
“No!” I could barely hear Arie scream above the cheering voices clamoring for attention. The constant drone defies my effort to form coherent thoughts. I looked up and could see him on the balcony. When I blinked he had disappeared into the throng. I could feel the blood continue to trickle down my neck as she drained me. Dizziness threatened to pull me under. The audience applauded her brutality. I crumpled at her feet, looking up at her smile as thin as paper.
Blood. So much blood. My blood.
I didn’t want this to be the story of my death but this part is only a fragment of a narrative as old as time. Its voices fill the shadows with whispers of legend. We are told that the damned cease to exist and those absolved from sin are given eternal life. The damned can never be saved. They walk the earth in an eternal hell. I fear it will be my curse if death doesn’t claim me instead.
A.C. James—author of erotic paranormal romance and erotica featuring bdsm. Wife, mother, and sushi lover. She resides in northeast Pennsylvania drinking large vats of coffee and hula hooping to stay warm—taming two toddlers by day and writing by night. Loves all things related to the Walking Dead television series.