I would like to thank The Novel Approach for hosting me today. I’m taking you behind the scenes to the making of Twin Flames with today’s topic of “world rules.”
When I’m writing by the seat of my pants, creating the characters and the world as I go along, I have to very careful. Nowadays, I build my world first. When I began Twin Flames I had the situation: Tristan breaks bond with jerk mate. But as the story evolved and I built the world I hit a snag… and not a small one.
Gods and Goddesses are “all powerful”. What they decree is supposed to be unbreakable. Right? The will of the gods is supposed to be a constant, the fabric of what they are creating is built upon (in theory). If their vow is broken then there are—there have to be—dire consequences. It’s like finding a loose thread on a rug, pulling it, and the whole rug unravels. It’s unmade.
Examples of a few of the rules that I set up for Sumeria’s Sons start with Shamash’s blessings in the prologue.
“Shamash promised that he and his descendants would not be fated for the halls of Irkalla, but reborn from the Earth, for as long as their souls had the strength. Enkidu had been created as the balance for Gilgamesh, so too would their children be granted the same boon, and gifted a Twin Flame, the one who would be their Bashert, their destiny. They would become a great kingdom unto themselves, ruled by the unbroken line of descendants from the first born. The children would become a mighty race, answering Shamash’s call to service as warriors who administered his justice.”
These blessings created a basis for the Lycan’s society from life to death. As I asked the “what” and “why” that led up to who Tristan was and his background, I ran into a problem. I wanted the record keeping of Lycan history to be as realistic as possible. History can be lost or skewed, changed by a scribe or altered by a prominent individual who disagreed with or wanted to put a spin on the history to take people in a different direction. Or, sometimes it can be erased, misplaced, lost.
Normally the back story doesn’t get much page time but theis was a key point of their history which does make a difference in how the Lycan operate in modern day. And in the first chapter Tristan says, “On the wall above the statue of our founding God was the crystal case that held the Horned Crown of Divinity of our lost line of kings.”
That bit of history clashed with the world rules.
Twin Flames Fact: I had no intention of writing a mpreg series.
Are you familiar with the saying about oaths having power? My nieces and nephews understand this concept to a certain degree, but not really because people will say they will do something and then break their promise. Once upon a time, giving your oath was a kind of currency. It had meaning. Keeping your oath afforded you honor and integrity. When you said you would do something, it meant others could count on you completely. Oaths were not given lightly, and when given could be meant as a high honor.
Now if you broke your oath, you shamed yourself, you broke trust, you tarnished your family name, and you could be ostracized by your peers. People would avoid you, refuse to do business with you. It was quite possible you could lose everything. Your family ties. Your occupation. If you came from prestige then you could become a social outcast.
Then imagine divine energy—magic—behind an oath, binding the words into something much more. What would happen? If the royal line was broken then the Lycans would quickly become no more. All other oaths promised to the Lycan would become unraveled. No reincarnation. No Twin Flames. Even the promise that the Lycan genes bred true would be no more. After the breaking of such a powerful oath, the next generation would be born completely human. Within a generation the Lycans cease to exist.
Sure, I could have gone back and rewrote the rules but there would a cause/effect result. The story would change and the alternative was too easy and quite honestly—it bored me. Ho-hum, is that all? I enjoyed the challenge of figuring out the puzzle, of where I could find or create the solution. A couple of answers presented themselves. Introduce a female who would carry Tristan’s pups but Tristan was so resistant that I could see him lift his lip in distaste. Can you blame him considering Theo’s betrayal? If not that, then I could venture down the mpreg path.
I’m not kidding when I say I didn’t want to go there. I adore reading mpreg, to see what authors come up with, explanations, solutions, and honestly it’s simply an intriguing concept even though the actual functionality and basic biology can be harrowing to think about. I remember reading some really condescending and crude posts on mpreg. I didn’t want to be the target of such opinions. I get it. The concept isn’t appealing to some people.
After some soul searching and Tristan talking up a storm in my head, I bit the bullet and cast the runes. What would be, would be. If I was going to do this then I would swallow down my fear and jump in with both feet.
And I would be as creative as I could within the rules of Sumeria’s Sons world… but that’s a topic for Songs of the Earth. ^_^
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Blurb: A Lycan descendant of Gilgamesh and Enkidu, Tristan is not as extraordinary as his ancestors. He is an average warrior, unremarkable throughout. But this fact does not trouble him because he has found his Twin Flame, the one person destined to be his, who will love him unconditionally, life after life.
Then his Flame betrays him, leaving him shattered and dying. Brokenhearted, Tristan dissolves the sacred bond and leaves. His best friend, Ushna, accompanies him, vowing to guard and protect him, and Tristan slowly comes to realize that love does not require a sacred bond.
But if he hopes to keep the love he chooses, they will first have to survive ancient secrets, lies, mythical creatures, and the return of absent gods…
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Excerpt: My elbow was grasped in a hard grip, and Ushna whispered harshly into my ear, “It’s time to go home.”
This was new. I raised my hand to wave bye to Randy and the guys as Ushna jerked me out the door. The drive home was tense and quiet, but I waited to see where this would go. The closer we got to the house with nothing said, well, let me just say I was cussing up a storm in my head.
As I got out of the truck, Ushna grabbed me by the arm, again. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?”
He was angry, angrier than I ever remembered seeing him. His lips were pressed into a thin line, his eyes sparked with fire, and the tension came off his body in waves. Only a fool would miss the signs.
“What do you think I’m doing, Ushna?”
“The hell if I know anymore, Tristan. You’re walking around here practically naked, shaking your ass at anyone who will look. Getting groped all over the dance floor by those women―was there a woman who didn’t put her number in your pocket? I’ve never known you to act like a slut before.” Ushna said the last with so much disgust it stung.
And I thought I didn’t have any pride.
I stepped closer to him and looked up into the green eyes that I loved. “I wasn’t shaking my ass just for anyone, Ushna. I was shaking it for you, you fool.”
With both hands, I grabbed his hair, pulled his face down, and kissed him like I’d wanted to kiss him all this past week. I kissed him as if it was the only kiss I’d ever get from him, because I knew now, he didn’t want me, not like I wanted him, so this was the only kiss I was going to get. I made it good. I savored his lips, tasted him, and tried to memorize him.
When I pulled away, I glanced at his round, shocked eyes. I gave him my best crooked smile and a friendly pat on the shoulder, attempting to convey without words that I was sorry and everything would be all right. I didn’t think I could’ve spoken at that moment, so I turned around and sprinted up the steps into the house.
I didn’t go to my bedroom, because I didn’t want to be in the house, so I strode straight out the back door, shedding my clothes as I went. The screen slammed shut right before I submitted to the wolf.
Disappointment and sorrow overwhelmed me, and I needed to run off the emotion as much as I could before returning back to the ranch. I’d known there was a possibility Ushna didn’t see me as anything more than a friend. I’d hoped for more, I’d gambled on it and lost. As I chased stringy jack rabbits, I attempted to convince myself it was okay. I didn’t have to have Ushna in my bed to love him. I’d love him any way he’d let me. So I hunted rabbits and chased a coyote out of my territory. I rolled in the dirt, snagging a burr or two in my fur that took forever to scratch out before I headed home.
Ushna waited for me on the porch. He was leaning against the frame of the back door, his face in shadow, arms crossed over his chest. It was a good thing I’d brought a peace offering; I dropped the rabbit at his feet.
Padding to the door, I hoped he’d open it for me because I really didn’t want to talk to him right now. As far as I was concerned, breakfast was early enough for the discussion. But he didn’t move, making it plain that if I wanted to go in, then I’d have to change back.
Transforming into my human form, I opened my eyes, crouched naked on the porch. I’d never wanted to cover up my body more than I did in that moment. Feeling vulnerable and exposed, Ushna stared as I stood and went to the door. I was determined to get to the relative safety of my room.
“Tristan, I didn’t know… ”
I interrupted him. I really, really didn’t want to have this discussion now, when the pain of his rejection was still so close to the surface. “It’s fine. We’re fine, it’s okay.” I reached for the door knob and Ushna grabbed my hand.
“Damn it, would you stop for a minute,” he growled.
All right then, we would have a chat now. I pulled in a breath and looked up at Ushna. “Okay.”
“I didn’t know you were trying to get my attention. You’ve always shied away from touching me, so I didn’t think you’d ever be interested, I thought there was something about me… ”
“No, Ushna, it wasn’t you. Any touch hurt. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. You have to know I’d do anything for you.” My chest hurt, but I refused to reach up and rub it.
“Is that what this is, you doing something for me?” His voice was low, guttural, his eyes searching my face.
“Goddess, no,” I breathed, taking a step closer to him, my hand still in his as the other reached for his waist. “This is me wanting to love you.”
This time he kissed me. No, he didn’t simply kiss me. He devoured me, and Goddess help me, I let him.
About the Author: Lexi has always been an avid reader, and at a young age started reading (secretly) her mother’s romances (the ones she was told not to touch). She was the only teenager she knew of who would be grounded from reading. Later, with a pencil and a note book, she wrote her own stories and shared them with friends because she loved to see their reactions. A Texas transplant, Lexi now kicks her boots up in the Midwest with her Yankee husband and her eighty-pound puppies named after vacuum cleaners.
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