When you do something effortlessly and people commend you continuously, you have found your gift.
That's what I tell people all the time. And it's true.
I get story. I always have. I started writing when I was eight on a Smith Corona (the electronic kind -- I'm not THAT old). I wrote stories in every spiral notebook I had. Eventually, I graduated to a Mac (yes, I'm one of THOSE people). I imagined new worlds, emotional conflicts, and HEAs while I waited at stoplights or wandered the grocery store. But here's the thing: I didn't just dream it up and write it down -- I critiqued what I read. I knew when ideas were good, and when they stunk. I ran writing groups, judged creative contests, and eventually got two graduate degrees in writing. That's right: I love it that much.
So here I am, years later, writing kickass heroines and devastating good guys, along with some mystery and vampires thrown in (I promise: THEY'RE COMING). And what's really cool? I do what I love. Wanna write a success story for your life: I promise you, that's it. Do what you love. And hopefully, you can make a living at it too. That's the golden ticket, Charlie.
And chocolate doesn't hurt, either...
About the Book
Title Outside the Lines
Genre Erotic Romance
Book heat level (based on movie ratings): R
Don’t take up space.
Don’t talk too loud.
Don’t tell anyone.
Blue. I’ve always been the problem child. My name alone should have warned anyone with a half a mind that I’d be trouble. Who’s named for the broken crayon nobody wants?
Professor Rhys Kennison should have seen me coming a mile away, and I should have known better than to fall for someone so far out of my league. But his touch is like fire and his taste…like the finest chocolate. What woman could resist that combination?
We’re headed for disaster, though—after all, it’s what I know best. No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop destroying anyone who gets too close. And Rhys doesn’t understand. How could he? When I don’t even understand myself?
Introducing Blue Trace
Welcome to Romance Lives Forever! We're happy to have you here today.
Name: Blue Trace
Birthplace: Bakertown, PA, USA
Profession: That’s up for debate
Ethnicity/Species (if not human): Some days…
Describe your body and build, skin tone, height and weight. Include any unique features such as dimples, freckles, or scars.
5’2”, sunburnable, the ol’ string-bean build—nothing like my sexy sisters, Lux and Zi. :sigh: I’m super freckled, thanks to my frizzy red hair, and my eyes are dishwater green (someone once described them as “mossy,” so I’m going with that).
Who is the significant other in your life?
Currently, no one. But I’ve been seeing someone…well, “seeing” is a relative term, isn’t it? Let’s just say, he’s definitely not my type, and there’s no way this can ever work.
Please tell us a little about yourself.
Oy…not much to tell. I just got laid-off—that’s the nice term for it, so I’m trying to figure out my place in life. My sister Lux insists I should get into art, but I’m not sure. I’m not very good, despite her insistence otherwise. She’s biased.
Life’s a mess right now. Not as bad as it’s ever been…but that’s not comforting, to be honest. Whenever I’m around, it seems like things can slide backwards pretty fast.
Still…I’m repairing my relationship with my sisters, I’m trying to figure out my skills, and at least Dr. Rhys Kennison is crazy-sexy. If you’re going to go down in flames, you might as well make it hot enough to really burn, right?
If we could only hear your voice (but not see you) what characteristic would identify you?
God help you all. Ugh. My voice is, um, normal, I guess? I hate hearing it on voicemail, but I guess everyone does. Plus, I guess you’re kind of doing that now, right—“hearing” me without seeing me? Not sure I’m doing very well.
Please tell us about your education.
Ah, well, you can read about that above. I’m not good in school. I’m not really sure why—I try. My teachers said I was lazy, and I ended up on the “Morons and Mayhem” track in high school—you know, the “remedial” classes. And even there, I struggled, though I eventually passed.
Now I’m taking Pre-Algebra, and even that feels too hard—the letters don’t look right. It’s like they move around or something. I don’t know.
I know I’m failing, and my sister says I should get tutoring. And I will say, if tutoring were always like the last time, I’d be an A-student! ;) But that’s a world of trouble, and I’m trying really hard to get life right this time.
Do you get by, live comfortably, live extravagantly?
Answer D: survive?
Are any of your skills a source of pride or embarrassment, and if so, which ones and why?
I don’t, um, really have any, to be honest. My sister Lux insists I do, and she thinks I should take another look at the whole art thing, but I’m not that good. Not really. And I don’t know how to use Photoshop or anything like that.
Mind you, if I told her that, she’d immediately pay for classes and buy me computer. She’s like that, and I love her for it. Among other things.
What kinds of things do you always carry (in pockets or purse)?
Cash, my bank card, and my little Yoda keychain. Zi bought that for me when I was…eight, maybe? It was originally one of those candy dispensers—Pez, I think they’re called—but the dispenser part broke off, so I threaded silky bracelet thread through it and I carry that. Speaking of, I always have one of those silly luck bracelets on my arm—the kind you buy at dollar stores and wear until they fall off. I don’t know why—I just do.
What is your family like?
Complicated. My mom just died, and she was…mentally ill. I’m still coming to terms with that—I didn’t handle her death well. And my grandmother’s a controlling b—um, *witch*.
My sisters, though, and their partners are great and very supportive. They have a lot of friends I don’t know, so I’m just starting to get comfortable enough to hang out with everyone.
Do you see morality as black-and-white, or with shades of gray?
My *life* is a shade of gray. I’d be a hypocrite to look at others any other way.
How do others perceive you based upon looks, and is this assumption accurate?
I’m small and skinny, so most people think that I need to be protected. Which…if we’re being honest, used to be the case. I’m tougher than I look though.
I’m not ugly—I mean, I got lucky in the sense that I have a decent face and a little makeup does wonders for my eyes. But I’m not curvy, so guys don’t really notice me all that often.
If someone from your past showed up, who would you most want it to be, and why?
My best friend in middle school. When my sisters and I were put into foster care, we moved into a different school district, and I lost touch with her.
If someone from your past showed up, who would you most NOT want it to be, and why?
My ex-boyfriend. I don’t have many…I’m not a commitment kind of girl. But he was a bit of a jerk most of the time.
Can you keep a secret? Why or why not?
Yes. I’ve never taken someone’s trust for granted. Someone like me doesn’t earn trust easily, so I try hard not to screw that up.
What inner doubt causes you the most difficulty?
I don’t know that I’m good at anything, to be honest. What if I’m destined to never be anything more than an underpaid server?
What past event causes you the most fear?
When I was younger, I was a cutter. I’m terrified I’ll do that again.
What is your biggest need?
Heck, if I knew that, I could have saved on years of therapy. Maybe to be seen? Valued?
What are your biggest hopes and dreams?
I’ve always wanted to have my own “thing.” Business, craft, hobby, something. I at least have my apartment. It’s the first place I’ve ever had on my own.
What would help you face hardship and meet any challenge?
I guess I already have it, though I don’t know what *it* is. I’m still standing, after all.
If you could make any one thing happen, what would it be?
To stop hurting my sisters. We’ve all been hurt enough by people who should have loved us. Yet I keep making things worse on them. I try so hard not to be the problem, but some days…that’s all I seem to serve up.
When there is a setback, what doubt or flaw surfaces?
That I deserve this. That’s it all I’m ever going to have.
How do you express disappointment?
In the past or now? Before…not very well. Let’s just say, the red hair wasn’t *enough* warning. But now, with my therapist’s help, I’m able to say what’s bothering me and talk through it.
When (if) you lie or are upset, what gives you away?
:chuckles: My skin. I blush at the drop of a hat.
Who in your life has the power to hurt you the most and why?
My sisters. I would do anything for them.
What would you like people who hear your story to know?
We are lovable, as-is. No magic pill or perfect body will ever be enough for someone who doesn’t think you’re enough as you are right now. I’m not perfect—far from it. I’m damaged, from the scars on my body to the holes in my memory. But I’m enough.
I had to realize that on my own, and let me be enough for *me.* Then I can be enough for someone else too.
You can do that, too, promise. It’s a sucky ride at first, but it gets better. <3
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