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Let Me Introduce Myself…

I love it when authors take their characters and put them in the most interesting positions. It’s one of my favorite things to read about. You know the scene where the heroine and hero are at odds and you have no clue as the reader how the author’s going to get them out of the mess their currently in? Or how the author’s going to get the couple at odds back together again. I love that shit, but now, I have an author who’s going to do the same damn thing to me. I’m not sure how I feel about that shit now. To say the least I’m looking forward to the happy ending thing. Well, at least I’m hoping the woman I’m at the mercy of will give me a happy ending. Who knows? She might get a wild hair up her ass and decide to kill us all. Then where will I be?

Oh, let me introduce myself. I am Blayne Nauni, romance narrator extraordinaire.

My friends call me Blay. I’m a hard ass Marine that loves to read romance novels to the ladies. Yep, my boys give me a lot of flak for it, but I love it, and no one can say they do it better. Well, I’m sure there’s a lot of readers out there who think they can, but I’m good at my job. I love it, and I have quite the following. I’d love to get to know you as well. If you want to know more about me, just keep reading. My author isn’t so bad, she’s made me bad-ass, sexy, and all around a good guy.

Sometimes, I wonder if that woman even knows me. I keep thinking, I hope she doesn’t look deeper beneath the surface. She’ll find the shit I don’t want nobody to know about me.

In any case, I can’t wait to meet my co-star of this piece. I really like her. She’s a cute little thing I’ve fantasized about for years. I’ve been reading her books for a while. Ms. Vasquez embodies everything I love in a woman. I’ve read all her novels, even the ones I wasn’t hired to narrate. I wonder if she knows how wonderful she is. I wonder if she’ll find me half as sexy as I find her. I don’t know what it is about her, but as soon as I saw her face on that, long ago, first book cover, when I first read a book of hers for the masses of romance fans out there, I’ve been intrigued and fascinated. I’ve read her blog ever since. Went back and read every one of her novels. Admittedly, her first few books weren’t all that great, but for some reason, I had to have copies of all her books for my collection. They’re the only romance novels I keep on my bookshelf. The guys had a riot the last time they came to visit me. To say the least the covers got me ribbed until my hair turned gray, but only at the temples. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. I blame those cretons. At least I’m sexy with it.

Hopefully, Serina finds me half as sexy as the women who write me on my Facebook page. I wonder if she’s looked me up. I keep wondering if she’ll get a kick out of meeting me. I’m looking forward to this new thing her agent has us doing. I don’t know how good Sarina’s going to be at narrating. I’ve never heard her voice, but I’ve seen her pictures, read her books, and if she’s half as sexy as her novels, I’ll have no problem working with her. I wonder if she’s fantasized about me half as often as I’ve fantasized about her. The last book cover she was on was a full body shot. She’s a curvaceous little thing, and round in all the right places. Those big whiskey-colored eyes glowing like a cat’s in the dark, as she stands in a fighter stance hands fisted at her sides, long sable hair blowing around her shoulders, feet shoulder width apart, small feet clad in shitkickers, a serious cast on that lovely heart-shaped face, full lips in a feral grin. She looked like one of her kickass female characters ready for a fight. God, my kind of woman.

I remember when I was a teenager pining after Lucy Lu in Charlie’s Angels and thinking that I wanted the fantasy more than I wanted to meet the actress. I had a few juicy scenes with that one. Damn, the wet dreams I had with that woman. But I digress. I don’t feel that way about Sarina. All I can think about these days is seeing her in person, inviting her into my studio and helping her off with her coat, you assholes, I ain’t’ trying to get the woman out her clothes yet, that’ll come later. I will get her in my bed. I just gotta get her all comfortable with me first. I keep wondering if she’s shy or confident. I keep wondering if I’ll have to coax her or if I’ll be turned off by her coming on too strong. Maybe she won’t like me at all. That’s my biggest fear. I’d get a kick out of her coming up to me and giving me a once over and letting me know exactly what she wants from me. Yeah, that would be hella sexy.

The thing is that I don’t know this woman. I feel like I know her through reading her words. Her words are full of soul and heart. The characters she put on the page are like old friends to me. Even after I’ve read a book of hers once, I want to go back to them again and again. I love the way she puts words on a page. The drama, the love, the war, the dream, and the disasters: they all work for me. It all just works for me. I want her and I’ve never even met her. I wonder if this author I’m stuck with will make me wait for Sarina. I think of her name in whispers. I see her face in my dreams, and I ache for her. My mind craves to hear her words in her voice, and finally I’m going to get the chance to meet her, talk with her, read her book with her, and listen to her voice. I even get to interview her at the end of her book. Her agent didn’t like it, but I put the questions together. What her agent doesn’t know is that I have some rather personal questions I’d love to ask her. Some pretty graphic and rated X questions. I won’t tell you all about them. My author might hear and tell Serina all about it and scare her off before I get a chance to lure her closer and ensnare her in my web.

The thing is that I’m actually kind of scared to let Sarina and this author who has so much control over the upcoming events in my life get too close, they might see more in me than I want them to see. They might get to see the broken parts of me. They might get to hear me scream in the night. I can’t sleep with a woman in my bed. I can’t hear sounds in the night. Half the damn time I can’t sleep, but some part of me wants to try. Will I succeed. What will this author do to me if she finds out about my past? What will she let Sarina see in me if I get too close to either of them? A part of me wants to call the whole thing off, but I’m caught in this author’s web myself. I can’t wiggle my way out. I want to see the story through. I want my story told. There’s just part of it I wish could stay hidden. So, welcome to my narrative. I may not get to write my story, but you’re welcome to listen to the Narrative of My Desire.

This is an introduction to the male lead character of my newest novel. this is just a portion of who he is. As we all know, a character must be as complex as we as humans are. There are parts of ourselves we never share with anyone. Stay tuned to see if Blayne ever opens his entire self to the woman he’s become fascinated with, though he hasn’t met her in person, yet.

Until next we meet, stay well & keep creating!

CSA

E-mail: csa30@icloud.com

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