Lexi Ander talks about Writing Without A Plan, Guest Post, Excerpt, Giveaway
I would like to thank GGR Reviews for hosting me today. I’m taking you behind the scenes of the making of Twin Flames.
When I began Twin Flames I didn’t have a plan, only a base idea of Tristan finding love after he broke his bond with Theo.
I wrote completely by the seat of my pants.
Nowadays I do all my world building so the rules are set down ahead of time but Twin Flames was the first book I had written in 18 years. I took notes along the way because I created the story as I typed and I constantly asked myself, “Why?”
Why did Theo cheat… à I can’t give any more whys for this or I would give away spoilers.
Why did Tristan choose to break the bond instead of trying to work it out?
Why was Tristan poisoned?
Why did Ushna choose to guard Tristan?
Would breaking the bond affect Tristan’s Flame, his soul?
Would he be able to be reincarnated in the next life?
How would others feel about the bond being broken?
What were the physical affects, the mental affects?
How did a Twin Flame come to be?
Did Lycans wait around for their Flames?
What happened when they found their Flame?
How did they know?
Fact: In the beginning I didn’t plan on making Ushna, Tristan’s love interest. When I sent the first chapter off to my friend, it was her comments that changed my mind. I moved Ushna from the best friend to the
In many ways, my understanding of Tristan and Ushna grew along with the writing. Learning their motivations, personalities, and social activities as I wrote actually helped me to keep from revealing too much at once (info dumping) because honestly I didn’t know. As I wrote, characters developed as I explored their backgrounds, always taking notes as I went along. Then I would have a crazy thought. “Hey self! Wouldn’t it be cool if the day after Tristan and Ushna made love Tristan would wake to find…” Yep, and then I would have to answer the question why that happened, what did it mean, and what were the consequences.
Answering the whys took the story in a completely different direction than I had intended. I was all for Tristan breaking the bond, walking away, and discovering a true, deep love without the bond of the Twin Flame. The story began because I was frustrated with mates behaving badly. But as I explored the whys and created this world for Tristan and Ushna, the story evolved, becoming so much more than a simple “falling in love” story.
Sumeria’s Sons is not only about the journey of choosing who to love, but an epic love story that spanned centuries. It’s about standing up for what it right against an overwhelming enemy. It’s about family, about
forgiving, about trust, learning to lean on others, it’s about self-worth, the courage to claim what you want and then finding the determination to hold onto it. It’s about taking the reins and building a secure future against staggering odds. It’s about being afraid but swallowing it and going on. There are puzzles and plot twists, maybe a few tears but it’s all heading towards what Tristan and Ushna need to do in order to secure their “happy ever after.”
Thank you for stopping by today! Don’t forget to enter the giveaway and identify today’s Twin Flames fun fact. Enjoy the excerpt and I’ll see you tomorrow!
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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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.
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.
Web site: http://www.lexiander.com
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