Exploring Worlds of Imagination
When asked why I write fantasy and science fiction romance, I'm sometimes at a loss to describe an attribute so core to my creative impulse. Before I started writing fantastical tales, I read them, and before that, I begged older people to read them to me. The first books I remember vividly, were Dr. Seuss's The Lorax and J.R.R. Tolkien's The Hobbit. I was about four, at the time, and my mother read to the family every evening.
I loved The Lorax so much, I memorized it. My mom still has a cassette tape recording of me reciting the whole book, before I even knew the alphabet. As goofy as it may sound, reading The Lorax aloud can still make me cry. It's a brilliant plea for environmental responsibility, while also lifting the reader into a different world.
And then there is The Hobbit, still one of my favorite books, partly because the images I formed in my mind, listening to it as a child, were so compelling and marvelous. That book lived and breathed for me, the elves at Rivendell, orcs in the misty mountains, and spiders in Mirkwood. I went on a journey with the dwarves and Bilbo, riveted every step of the way.
If you're curious to see what tales my imagination has whipped up, over the years, visit my website at dianagreenbooks.com I have excerpts, trailers, and a monthly free book giveaway.
Since her childhood, growing up in New Zealand, Diana has been an avid storyteller. For years she enjoyed teaching art and special education, while continuing to write as a hobby. After she developed chronic fatigue syndrome, a career change was necessary, but happily this led to her becoming a professional author.
Diana’s favorite genres are fantasy, science fiction, historical, and romance. She currently writes for Champagne Books and The Wild Rose Press.
Pretending to be a man isn’t easy. Finn Colville has pulled it off for years, but things get complicated when she falls for her new bounty hunting partner, Eamon Sullivan. On the planet New Sion, it’s against the law for a woman to wear pants and carry a gun, much less shoot people for a living. What will happen if Eamon discovers her secret?
On a backwater planet, at the edge of a galactic war, one man, one woman, and one desperate alien cross paths. Together they embark on the road trip of a lifetime, bound for revelation and redemption.
Finn and Eamon took their leave, bidding everyone good night and thanking Mrs. Buckner for the meal. Wilfred gave them a lantern to light their way through the darkness to the barn. It was still pouring outside, so they both got more than a little damp running across the yard. As she climbed the ladder to the barn loft, Finn couldn’t stop shivering.
“Here,” Eamon said, helping her with her jacket and wrapping a blanket around her. “We need to get you warmed up.”
“I’m just tired,” she murmured, sagging against the wall. “I thought that meal was never going to end.”
“I know it was rough for you,” he said, laying their jackets out to dry. “I could see how tense you were, but I thought it went pretty well.”
“You were great,” she told him through chattering teeth. She was just so damn cold.
“Maybe we should sleep together tonight,” he suggested, “you know, to share body heat.”
She shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
“Oh, come on.” He stepped closer and rubbed her icy hands. “I’m not going to take advantage.” He lifted her hands and blew on her fingers to warm them. “I’m worried about you catching a chill. I can’t light a fire in here, obviously, and our heavy clothes are all wet. You’ve just got me and a couple of blankets. I don’t want you getting sick.”
“All right. I guess it makes sense.”
“But don’t get any ideas,” Finn warned, as she walked over to their sleeping area.
“No ideas,” he promised, following her. “Not a single one.”
It was pleasant lying next to him, their shared blankets forming a cocoon around them, keeping out the night air. He rested on his back and she on her uninjured side, curled close against him for heat. She could feel his heart beating under her hand and his breath in her hair. Gradually her shivering stilled, and she felt blissfully warm.
“Hank Buckner would be jealous,” Eamon said with a soft laugh.
“Why’s that?” Finn asked sleepily.
“I’ve got the sweet, pretty woman he was dreaming of holding through the storm. Little did he know who was sitting across the table from him.”
“You really think I’m pretty?”
“I do…though you make a point of hiding it.”
“Well, you have to admit I’m not sweet,” she said, to cover her pleasure.
“I’ll admit no such thing. But I will say that ‘sweet’, as a word, doesn’t do you justice.”
“What word does?”
Eamon was silent for a moment. Outside the rain lashed against the barn roof, and wind rattled anything loose enough to move. “I would have to say you are extraordinary…the most extraordinary woman I’ve ever known.” His voice was little more than a whisper, but she heard it, and felt him kiss the top of her head. Peace and comfort washed over her, banishing the cares of the day. It was like coming home, after a long and arduous journey.
“Sleep well,” he said, and she did.
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