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Genre Hopping
by
Paty Jager
I tend to be a genre hopping writer.
I write the genre that is the story I am most excited about at the time. Which
leaves me with historical western romance, contemporary western romance,
paranormal historical romance, and action adventure romance books.
While I do genre-hop I try to
stay true to either the western theme or a Native American theme in the books.
The Halsey brother series is historical western romance. I have two stand alone
contemporary western romance books. And a paranormal historical romance trilogy
set among the Nez Perce Indians of NE Oregon. The paranormal element is the Nez
Perce spirits who find love in the books. And my action adventure series has a heroine
who is an anthropologist who specializes in Native Americans.
Each genre has had its ups and
downs to write, but I’ve enjoyed all the research and learning the ins and outs
of each genre.
Do you like to read different
genres? Does it bother you when an author writes in more than one genre?
Blurb
for Spirit of the Mountain
Wren, the daughter of a Nimiipuu
chief, has been fated to save her people ever since her vision quest. When a
warrior from the enemy Blackleg tribe asks for her hand in marriage to bring
peace between the tribes, her world is torn apart.
Himiin is the spirit of the
mountain, custodian to all creatures including the Nimiipuu. As a white wolf he listens to
Wren’s secret fears and loses his heart to the mortal maiden. Respecting her people’s
beliefs, he cannot prevent her leaving the mountain with the Blackleg warrior.
When an evil spirit threatens
Wren’s life, Himiin must leave the mountain to save her. But to leave the mountain
means he’ll turn to smoke…
Excerpt
Wren’s eyes glistened with unshed
tears. “My gift is to save The People. The weyekin who came to me in my vision
quest said this.” She wrapped her arms around herself as if staving off a cold
breeze.
Himiin hated that they argued
when they should relish their time together. He moved to her, drawing her
against his chest, embracing her. The shape of her body molded to his. Her
curves pressed against him. Holding her this way flamed the need he’d tried to
suppress.
He placed a hand under her chin,
raising her face to his. The sorrow in her eyes tugged at his conscience. To
make her leaving any harder was wrong. But having experienced her in his arms,
he was grieved to let her go. Even for the sake of their people.
Her eyelids fluttered closed. Her
pulse quickened under his fingers. Shrugging off the consequences, he lowered
his lips to hers. They were softer than he imagined. Her breath hitched as he
touched her intimately. Parting his lips, he touched her with his tongue,
wanting to see if she tasted as sweet as she smelled.
Honey.
She tasted of sweet honey
straight from the bosom of a bee tree.
One taste was not enough. He
pulled her closer, moving his lips across hers, tasting and savoring the feel
of them.
Her mouth opened and she sighed.
His body came to life. The sensations
transcended anything he’d experienced before. How could one woman make him feel
powerful and vulnerable at the same time? Why did he wish to crush her to him and
never let go and yet feel compelled to treat her with the tenderness
one would give the tiniest of
creatures? He couldn’t continue this way.
To hold her, to touch her soft
skin. He would never be able to let her go.
He
must.
He released Wren and stepped
back, avoiding her eyes. How could he show her the sensations she brought to
him then turn around and tell her they couldn’t see one another any more?
“Himiin? Did I do something
wrong?” The pain in her voice drew his gaze to her face.
The anguish and fear in her eyes
cut through him like a knife.
“You did nothing wrong. It is I.
I should not touch you so. It is wrong.” He took one step forward, before
remembering he could not touch her and remain sane. “You are spoken for. We
should not be together.”
She moved quickly, grasping his
hand before he could pull away. “I could not bear to not have you to speak with
these last days.” She stroked his hand. “Or to touch.” She placed his hand on
her cheek. “I may never feel this touch from the Blackleg.” She kissed his
palm. “I wish to have this to remember.”
He growled and pulled her into
his arms. “I wish I were the one to touch you so, but I cannot. It is wrong.”
“Why?” She leaned back, studying
his face. “I should be the one to say if it is wrong or not. It is my heart, my
body. My life.”
“You belong to another. He has
spoken.” Himiin released her and took a step back. He should not have shown
himself to her as a man. Wewukiye was right.
It complicated things.
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Award winning
author Paty Jager is a member of national and local writing organizations. She
not only writes the western lifestyle she lives it. With sixteen novels and
several short stories published, she continues to have characters cavorting in
her head.
You can learn
more about Paty at her blog; www.patyjager.blogspot.com her website; http://www.patyjager.net or on Facebook; https://www.facebook.com/#!/paty.jager
, Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1005334.Paty_Jager and twitter;
@patyjag.
