Yesterday, I received a ninja strike from the lovely owner of Novel Thoughts – just a gentle reminder I had to send through a blog ASAP. (And yes, my ears are ringing, and I’m still seeing stars from the strike.) But, being the responsible adult I am, and with only the best intentions, I sat down at my computer, opened a blank document to write and thought…Damn it! I have to know what happens to Tohr and No’one. And that was the last I looked at my computer for the next six hours.
See, the other day, I finally gave in to my better judgment, and downloaded JR Ward’s new book, Lover Reborn. I’d been fighting the impulse, because the e-book is being sold for an obscene amount of money, and I’m of the strict opinion that there is no need to overcharge for ebooks. However, I had been waiting for this book for a while. Okay, for a year, but who’s counting? And after days of defying temptation, I relented. I downloaded the damn thing.
Opening it was a joy. There I was again, back in the world of the Black Dagger Brotherhood. Damn, I’d missed them.
I encountered my first problem on page one. Paragraph one. I couldn’t get into the book. Couldn’t get the first paragraph to stick. I just wasn’t getting it. I reread it so many times, forcing myself to understand it’s meaning. And so it went for the first few chapters. Struggling to read, struggling to throw myself back in the brothers’ world.
So disenchanted was I, I even mentioned it on Facebook, commenting that I couldn’t get into the book. The overwhelming response? “Give it another chance. You won’t regret it!” So I did. I forced myself back to the book, opened up and continued reading. And hours later, when my son dared to ask about lunch, I almost snapped his head off for disturbing me. See, something had happened. At some point, soon after the Facebook discussion, I got sucked straight into that story. I became a part of it. All at once I was living the story, I was in the mansion, I was watching everything as it happened, and I could not put my iPad down.
Sleep finally wrenched the book from my hands, but the minute I woke up the next day, all I could think about was what was going to happen. So instead of writing my next book (which yes, I am on deadline for) and instead of drawing up this blog, I sat on my bed, ignored poor Mr 7 who was home sick, and read and read and read. I read until there were no more words to read, and then I continued sitting on my bed, mulling over the story for ages.
In a nutshell, I loved it. Quite obsessively so. And that got me thinking about all the other books I loved obsessively. The ones I could not put down. The ones that made me block out the world and ignore my family and my life, and read and read and read. There’ve been lots. To mention a few: Harry Potter—especially book 7. Shadowfever by Karen Marie Moning. Poison Study by Maria Snyder. Outlander by Diana Gabaldon. Stephenie Meyer’s books. All of them. (And may I just add here, some of the Twilight books I didn’t even like. But the reading and the story were so compelling, I devoured them! And The Host, which I hadn’t expected to like, blew me away – right into that don’t-talk-don’t-disturb-me-don’t-even-breathe-until-I’m-finished-the-book place.)
For me, that is the ultimate sign of a wonderful a book. When a story can sweep you away from your life and throw you into a different world. When you become so caught up in the pages of that book, nothing else matters. When an author can envelope you in his or her world so completely, it almost comes as a shock when you lift your head, and find, hey, you’re in your house, not the character’s.
I won’t kid myself and say I could ever write a book like that. But if just for a few minutes a reader got carried away and found herself falling into the world of one of my stories, I would be a very, very happy author.
Oh, talking about one of my stories…Office Affair released at Samhain last week.
If you’re interested in finding out a bit more about it, read on:
OFFICE AFFAIR: The Blurb
All work and no play? Not for this girl. Not anymore.
Melissa Sparks has had enough. Enough of being an overachiever, enough of having no social life, enough of being lonely. Just this once she wants a change. Something different. Something that looks very much like her business associate, Ben Cowley.
Ben is all alone in the deserted offices of Preston Elks. He’s gorgeous, he’s single and he’s been her secret fantasy for the last two years. It’s a split-second decision, but there’s no going back.
When Ben looks up from his desk, the last thing he expects to see is his too-serious, straight-laced colleague stripping naked. It’s been a year since his last relationship ended, and though he’s still picking up the pieces, Melissa throws his carefully balanced world off its axis. So does her offer: a brief affair, no strings attached.
Right about the time he realizes a simple affair will never be enough, she’s back in professional mode—and clearly as distant as ever. Now it’s up to him to show her that what they have is no fluke…and he’ll do whatever it takes to convince her. Even if it means inviting another man into their bed.
Warning: This book contains a man haunted by his past decisions, a woman determined to succeed, sex hot enough to steam up every office window on the block, and a voyeur who gets off watching those windows steam up.
To read an excerpt, visit www.jessdee.com. And for a chance to win a book from Jess Dee’s digital backlist (excluding Office Affair), leave a comment below. Good luck!