Wednesday, 4 August 2010

Annie and the Young Master - Its Inception

Several months ago I volunteered to do a story for a fairy tale anthology. Am I nuts, yes. I'm not big on fairy tales per se. So, what was I thinking?

Anyway, believe it or not there is a list floating around on the internet of the most common fairy tales used for such adventures. Staying with my 'dare to be different' motto, I passed on the list and went in search of other fairy tales, uncommon tales. I went through several before I landed on an old English tail Cap 'O Rushes by Joseph Jacobs. A bit out of my element, but both Lindsay and Jane Richardson gave me links and guided me. I appreciate them coming to save the day for me.

Since the story takes place in the late 1800's, and in the UK, I wanted to keep many of the elements of the original story. This meant I needed information of a whole other lifestyle and culture. In the process of writing the story, I had to look into how the kitchen chores would be done, crops that would grown so I wouldn't have the heroine pilfering the wrong fruit as I put my twist on the story. It was fun to look at clothing styles for both the ladies and the staff.

Oh, and don't forget the struggles of finding photos for the cover. Oh, gosh. Search words make all the difference in the world when looking for the right photo in royalty free sites. Jane sent me links to homes in the UK that might fit what I needed. While looking at the gorgeous pieces of property, it occurred to me and was so obvious, use the term British when looking for a home for the cover. Wala, the right photo popped. I love teamwork.

Annie and the Young Master turned out to be fun to write. It's a Cinderella type story with its own twist, but then I put my embellishments on it. Please enjoy.

Blurb: Banished from her home, Lillian Basford picked herself up and set out to start a new life. When Samuel Wadkins came along and gave her a real-life taste of what her dreams with him had teased her with, she became torn between her life as it was and what it’d now become.


She scanned the room, taking in the gowns of reds, greens and blues, even gold, silver and purples. They made her pastel pink dress feel drab. Stepping back to take her leave, her eyes landed on his. He came toward her and she froze. How was she going to escape?

He stopped before her and bowed. “May I make your acquaintance?” he asked. “My name is Samuel Wadkins.”

Manners led her to curtsy. “Excuse me. I can not stay.”

He held his hand out to her. “I’d be pleased if you danced with me.”

His eyes held hers when they met. Lillian could not deny him. With her hand in his, he led her to the dance floor and laid a hand on her waist. She followed his lead easy enough, having danced with her father many times around the house.

“I’ve not seen you before, have I?” he asked.

“Would it matter?” she asked, her eyes lowered, voice quiet.

“Who’s your family?”

“Many questions. Am I to believe you’re in training for service?” she asked, tilting her head to look up at him.

“Forgive me.”

Samuel’s hand tightened on her waist as he whirled her around the floor, stopping to twirl and dip her. He held left her bent over his arm longer than necessary, his eyes penetrating hers. She worried he might see familiarity in her depths. Part of her wished not, part of her was glad to be near him even if she suffered another cold dip in the water to cool her wanting of his body. His eyes began to darken with desire and she shivered. If he laid her out now on the floor and loved her, the onlookers would be forgotten.

He drew her up, saying, “I feel I’ve seen into your eyes before. They’re such a unique blue, between the sky and the night.”

“It’s the lighting, maybe the event,” she murmured. Her heart pounded from both the dance and the desire steadily rising from being near him and remembering what it had felt like to have her body with his.

“I shall like to dance with you all night.”

She didn’t know what to say, but the change in the music temple set them off on a waltz. They glided around the floor as if they were alone. For her it seemed so. Their eyes watched one another as they whirled among others. If his could be trusted, he saw into her soul, the depths of heart. No laughter came from what he saw, but rather his eyes darkened with the same need she'd seen that morning too many fortnights ago.

When the music ended, he drew her close to him. She felt his breathlessness equal hers, from activity she would have believed had she not seen the growing need spread over his face. Was he so easily taken he couldn’t control himself? This thought pricked her heart, but she wanted to believe somewhere deep within him, a particle of him knew she to be Annie. It could wishful thinking or a way to save her heart for the moment, maybe.

He led her toward a table and handed her a glass of punch before guiding her through the nearest open door. She found herself in the night air, welcoming the breeze.

“I used to wonder about these affairs, but then I was sent off to school before I could attend.”

“Is it everything you imagined?”

“Yes, and no,” he said, closing the respectable distance between them. With a finger, he tipped her chin up. “There’s something about you, familiar.” His head bent near her ear and he whispered, “My body claims to know you in ways it desires.”

She swallowed and took a step backward. “Did your school teach you to be so forward?”

“Pardon my bluntness. I’m not normally brash.” He took her glass and set it down on the nearby table. “Shall we?” he asked, extending his arm.

Relieved to return to the dance floor, she wished for the normalcy the night should have had. Maybe know Samuel in an accepted sense of what's proper.

The chimes of a clock reached her. She listened and knew it to be the hour of ten. She must hurry home. Before the music began once more, she reached up on her toes and whispered in his ear. “Blessings to you, Samuel.” Then she turned to leave, but he pulled her back, holding her to his body.

His mouth claimed hers, releasing a hunger she should have kept back. Rather she drank and gave as she’d done that morning many weeks ago. The quiet of the room disturbed her and she pushed at him to let her go. “I have to go.” She ran from the room.

“Annie, wait!”

She heard him, but went for the buggy sitting beside the nearest carriage rather than wait for it brought up.

“Annie!” he called after her again.

To purchase: Smashwords
ISBN 978-1-4524-3636-4

Formerly included in eXcesscia Publishing anthology - Happy Ever After - fairy tales. It's been revised and edited for its solo production.

Contemporary romance with sizzling sensuality


Lindsay Townsend said...

Congratulations, Bekki, on your publication of Anne and the Young Master! I'm really looking forward to reading my copy and after reading this intriguing, romantic excerpt, I can't wait!

PS I love the cover!

Bekki Lynn said...

Thanks, Lindsay. I hope you enjoy it.

I'm so glad I found the house for the cover. I especially love the gardens.

Savanna Kougar said...

Bekki, congrats on your solo release of Annie and the Young Master.

Lovely and sexually compelling excerpt. I'm loving the hero, especially.

Bekki Lynn said...

I kind of have a crush on him myself. There's just something about him that pulls at the heartstrings while he's less than conventional.Maybe because he is unconventional is the attraction.

There goes my rebellious side again. lol

Celia Yeary said...

BEKKI--what a fun idea. You left us wondering if she'd turn back to her old self and her carriage to a pumpkin. Very well done--Celia

Bekki Lynn said...

Thanks, Celia.

I never thought about the Cinderella similarities while I was writing it, but in the last week, it hit me.

Linda Banche said...

Congrats on the new book. Hope you have tons of sales.

Bekki Lynn said...

Thanks, Linda.

I wish that for all us.