I love to write. The person in control of the keyboard can use words as a refuge or to envision a landscape filled with passion, revenge, and eventually, harmony. You can create your own world, your own law of physics, (as long as it is consistent) and lastly, a place where your dreams come true.
My genre is Paranormal Romance. Many years ago, I became captivated by archaeology and paleontology. If I’m not home, I’m out collecting. This past fall I discovered a grinding stone in my son’s backyard. It has six holes and with a little digging, I found the pestle. Not too far away is the fire pit, filled with fossilized bone. I am blessed to live in the Sierra Nevada foothills where the countryside is rife with ancient Native American legends and 49er follies.
My love of science and archaeology is what pushed me into writing Paranormal Romance. I was twelve when I held my first séance. I gathered several friends of mine in the hallway of my home. We closed the doors to make it as black as possible and used the Ouija board. Fifteen minutes later one of the doors blew open, the candle went out, and all five us ran screaming down the hallway into the backyard where sunlight flooded our darkest imaginations with laughter.
Paranormal reality lays deep in my family gene pool. My niece is Erin Renee, Manifestation Mistress, and witch. She recently did a segment for psychic reality show due out this fall. My mother had her experiences, and my sister prefers to not discuss the subject as it scares the bejeezes out of her.
From archaeology to physics, my imagination runs the gamut. Here are some fun and amazing examples of weird physics: (Special thanks to Tom Chivers.)
1. All the matter that makes up the human race will fit into a sugar cube—atoms are 99.9999999999999 percent empty space. However, that sugar cube would weigh about five billion tons.
2. Events in the future can affect what happened in the past. This is part of the quantum world and is well documented.
3. Most of the universe is missing. What we can see only accounts for two percent of its mass. We know there is more because it has gravity.
4. There are an infinite number of mes writing this sentence and an infinite number of yous reading it. There are an infinite number of universes existing side-by-side and every conceivable probability is played out.
5. The faster you move, the heavier you get.
In Gemini Rising, I take on the physics of other world dynamics as it relates to our precious Earth. Many years ago, I studied Zecharia Sitchin and his theory of a twelfth planet in our solar system. Alexander died Oct. 19, 2010, but his theories live on today. In fact, in 2005 a tenth planet was discovered by a group of astronomers using the 48-inch Samuel Oschin Telescope at Palomar Observatory and the 8-meter Gemini North telescope on Mauna Kea, hence the book’s title, Gemini Rising.
In Gemini Rising, Kate Kelly, wife of famous archaeologist Jason Kelly, follows her husband to Sedona, Arizona with her son Ryan to assist in the uncovering of an ancient Anasazi village. During her passage across the states a large comet appears, clouding the skies with red dust. Some say the comet is icy residue left over from the big bang. Others say it heralds the end of times.
Within days, nightmares begin, within weeks, the first sign of a coming maelstrom appear. A UFO appears overhead and Kate meets an ancient Anasazi woman named Woman Who Walks With Light.
Noah, an alien light being sent to assist Earth is drawn to Kate. What he also knows is that she is the chosen human to record the final collapse of Earth’s greatest civilization. Soon they become the conduit through which humanity is reborn and together they witness a new Earth coming to power in the galactic age.
Excerpt:
“Kate,” he whispered.
“Oh, Noah.”
“Do you know what we are doing?”
She smiled. “I hope so.” She thought of Ryan, her son. “What if…”
“He will sleep for hours.” He nestled close to her on the bed, running his hands up and down her body. “Are you sure this is what you want?” His fingers did a dance across her clothed breasts, stopping at her nipples, and continuing downward.
She drew him close, her body aglow. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”
His need pressed against her suit. She hesitated, unsure of her reaction should he be built differently than Jason. Ready to embark upon an incredible adventure, she put her reservations aside.
He stiffened. “I’m sorry,” he said, drawing away. “I sense your reluctance.”
“It’s not you. It’s me. I’ve never been with anyone except Jason.”
He smiled and circled her breast with his finger. “So you think you’ll disappoint me?”
She shook her head. “No. I just…”
He tickled her face, cupped her chin, and kissed her. Running a finger around her eyes, he brushed them across an eyebrow and down over one cheek. He paused for a moment, making small circles on her cheekbones before exploring her nose. He stopped when he came to her lips. There, he circled her mouth with his finger.
She moaned.
His touch inflamed her. Her nerves were on fire, rippling up and down her spine. Her lips, sensitized beyond bearing, searched his face. Her body, filled with longing, sought the rest of him. Winding her arms around his neck, she heard his soft groan. Head bending to meet hers, he kissed her. Shivers of delight spasmed within her as his touch exploded in her mind. A sudden drop in her solar plexus had her head spinning out of control. She couldn’t think or move, and her body took on a will of its own. Her heart raced and her mind became a frenzy of lust and longing. He stroked her flesh with one hand while the other reached for the zipper of her jump suit. With infinite care, he opened her clothing and exposed her body. Trembling with desire, he touched her, then rose and removed his clothes.
Unclothed, his body was nearly human with one exception. He had no navel. Reaching for her hand, he swept it down and over his smooth stomach, as if asking her permission to continue. She felt firm muscles beneath pliant skin. There was no disgust. No question she wouldn’t finish what she started. His muscles rippled as she passed her hand over him, searching for that spot, that place where all pleasure lay.
He gasped at her touch, and pushed her away. “Wait. You don’t know…”
She gave in, no longer caring that Earth stood blanketed by gasses, or that the husband she once loved more than likely lay dead in the dust. She only wanted Noah and his touch. To have him draw away was inconceivable and she grasped him close, refusing to let go.He stroked her in places Jason had never explored. All thought slipped away at his caress. His long hard body moved against her bare skin. An ecstatic shock of pleasure jolted her, and she arched, willing him into her.
He mounted her and she bucked, driving his movements into a frenzy of passion. A faint vibration began at her feet, rapidly encompassing her body. She thought she would faint from the pleasure. Her mind blanked. In the midst of an emotional hurricane, she spun through a tunnel before coming to rest in a field covered with wild flowers. The man, the alien, now Noah, stood before her, as a child then a boy. His life passed before her in an uninterrupted wave. Shocks of pleasure built, and she knew she had been with him not once, but many times, in as many places. Worlds contracted then expanded. Entire galaxies exploded then were cast away.
How old was he?
How old was she?
The two of them were one and the same, one soul meeting another, blending completely. The act itself went unnoticed in a sea of ecstasy as a bright golden light surrounded them in an explosion of pure spiritual power.
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I have to tell you, writing romance scenes are difficult for me. I am, by nature, a very private person. My editor at Crescent Moon Press forced me to push my envelope, yet conceded to me my need to express the romantic side of love in my own spiritual way. In a Shadow of Time, due out in Spring 2011 through Crescent Moon Press, I get a little riskier. Who knows, maybe in time my shyness will slip away!Thank you for spending time with me. I hope you’ve enjoyed my musings. Questions and comments are always welcome at carroll.louann@yahoo.com. Please check out my website at www.louanncarrollbooks.weebly.com or my publisher for more paranormal books at www.crescentmoonpress.com
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