Sunday, July 1, 2012

The Moon's Influence

Blazing bright, it guides our paths. Its light dimmed by scudding clouds, it makes us look over our shoulders. It draws on the oceans, influences our moods, inspires poetry, strengthens magic, arouses love. The full moon hangs beyond our reach and yet who among us has not gazed upward and felt a personal connection to it?

In my novel Wait Until Moonrise, the full moon rising over the Welsh castle of Beaumarith is a key to freeing Nicholas Pierce from the spell that has imprisoned him for more than two hundred years. “As one who is dead, yet warm of flesh, walk ye within these walls. Unseen. Unheard. Untouched…” Thus begins the curse cast by the sorceress Saffira. Only the full moon and Nicholas’ one true love can free him.

Readers, has the moon had any special influence on your lives that you’d like to share? Fellow writers, please include a paragraph or two from one of your books where the moon is featured in a scene. Links to your books are also welcome.

All of you are invited to email me at with “Moonrise” in the subject line and I’ll enter you into a contest to win a $15 gift certificate. I’ll draw the winner’s name on July 7, 2012 at 8:00 pm CDT.

And now, to get things started, here is an excerpt from my paranormal romance, Wait Until Moonrise.

Moonlight bathed half the room. Delight touched her as the silvery air stirred at her entrance, humming like invisible music just below the level of her hearing.

Crossing the glossy floor, she opened one of the doors that led out to the patio. Scents of roses and honeysuckle embraced her with their lush, romantic smell in spite of the cool night air. A breeze sighed around her, sweeping inside to stir the crystals of the chandeliers, like music of a magic sort.

Turning, Bria imagined lovely ladies and handsome men whirling about the floor, colorful gowns and sparkling jewels shimmering in starlight. She could almost hear the strains of a waltz in the crystals of the chandeliers, and she moved to the center of the room, slippered feet miming the rhythm.

Closing her eyes, she raised her arms as if embracing a partner. Some long-ago learning took over, and she danced with childlike grace. Her slippers flew from her feet, and she felt the cool parquet with her bare, sensitive flesh. The belt of her robe slipped loose. The fabric of her robe and nightgown whirled around her like a graceful partner as she dipped and swayed.

The music of the crystals ceased.

Opening her eyes, Bria whirled to a stop facing the glass-paned wall. The door to the patio was closed.

Cautiously, she approached the door and peered through the glass. But for plants and flowers, the patio was empty.

“Georgie wasn’t kidding when he said some of the doors don’t hang plumb around here,” she murmured, opening the door. Once more, a breeze swept around her, cool but also full and fragrant with life.

Backing away, she listened as the melody of the breeze began again, one crystal moving against another, swelling and shimmering down around her. She swayed to the rhythm then resumed her dance as if the silence had never broken it.

“I must admit you dance almost as well as your mother.”

Startled, Bria whirled around. A man stood in the doorway leading onto the patio, arms folded over his chest, one shoulder resting against the door’s frame. Moonlight surrounded him like an aura, forming a halo about his black hair and shadowing his eyes. Then, he tilted his head, and silver light poured over his features like clear, sweet water.

Bria stared. Only in dreams had she seen such a beautiful masculine face. Dreams and one disturbing portrait…

“You look prettier, though, when your mouth isn’t hanging open,” he went on in a bored tone.

“Who…who are you?”

As her voice whispered across that hushed, moonlit room, the stranger fell still. Then, slowly, eyes black and wide, he lowered his arms. “You can see me?”

The query came to Bria as a hoarse, disbelieving whisper, words of doubt trembling on a precipice of mad hope. Frightened by the emotion in his voice—by the sudden, stark sensation burning in his black eyes—she backed away. He, in turn, moved toward her, away from the open patio door, into a patch of shadow…and promptly vanished.

Fear welled in Bria’s throat, and her flesh crawled. Turning, she ran for the ballroom door, away from the whisper that drifted after her.


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Suzan Harden said...

Wait Until Moonrise is a great read! The sample doesn't give the story justice!

Teri Thackston said...

Thank you, Suzan. This book is truly the 'book of my heart', which makes it hard to pick one excerpt!

J.D. Faver said...

The sample was intriguing, Teri. Your use of all the sensual elements put me right there in the scene, hearing it, smelling it, feeling it.
Good job.

Teri Thackston said...

Thanks, June. I sure tried!

William Simon said...

Okay, you got me on this one! Off to go shopping....:)

Teri Thackston said...

LOL. Thanks, William!

Teri Thackston said...

Congrats to William S....and thanks everyone who 'played'!

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