WIP it, WIP it good.

Thanks Danielle for the Post suggestion!

So I have been writing madly before the Australian school year begins, the aim is to get my WIP completely polished and done in a few weeks (my poor critique partner is going to have her hands full at our next meeting!)

As you may know, this WIP about a different side of my magical world - but keep your eyes peeled and you may see a familiar face!
The focus is in this book is on a magician Warlord, from the South East Asian country of Laos - and let me tell you, the hero, Warlord Cain Dath  is proving to be a complex guy to write!

So for this week's post I'm doing some character profiles. They're useful things, not only for the reader anxious to get a taste of the book, but for me to make sure I'm staying true to my characters despite the difficult circumstances they find themselves in!

HERO
Name: Warlord Cain Dath
Age: approximately 34 yo.
Home: North of Nam Khan River, the jungle, Laos.
Profession: Magician Warlord.
Personality: Quietly ruthless, determined.
Quote:

 It took a second but rage exploded. The thinly veiled panic that had dogged him daily since Sabra had escaped erupted. “What?” Was all he could muster before he gripped Jürgen by the collar and dragged him closer. They were face to face. Cain could smell the scent of aufhocker oozing through the pores on Jürgen’s face. Canine, a bit human and a lot sour – the smell just made him furious. “Fuck you Jürgen! How could you?”

Jürgen struggled like a puppy in his grip, reluctant to fight but desperate to be free.

“It was an accident.” His German accent was guttural. “I was fighting with Maggie, and Sabra opened the door, I swung my claws to catch Maggie, but your woman stepped in my way.”

Sweat bubbled on Jürgen’s brow, the scent now rancid. Cain struggled not to tighten his grip on his neck and strangle the life from the damn aufhocker.

“I should kill you for this…” Cain hissed. “I’ve killed men for much, much less. You know it.”

HEROINE:

Name: Sabra Westwood

Age: 23 yo.

Home: Rockingham, Western Australia

Profession: Payroll Clerk

Magical ability: Chameleon.. and something else.

Personality: Positive, quick to laugh, determined.

Quote:

I suddenly became aware of the artistic sculpture of muscles beneath his snug shirt. I really wanted to have a holiday fling. No, actually if I want to be uncouth - I was gagging for a shag. It had been months since I’d been with a man, and I didn’t like it and nor did my body. My pulse began to race at the mere thought of touching the raw hard muscles that moved so enticingly beneath the white of his shirt. He must have read something in my eyes, and he smiled quickly, offering a flash of wolfish teeth. Something swooped inside me and I found myself barely able to suppress a gasp.

 Let it be said, I am not modest, but I’m not a beauty by any means, not in Australia and certainly not in Laos, where the girls all seemed pretty and petite. Yet the look in the man’s eyes was appreciative and dare I say it - bordering on desirous?  Perhaps he was just a gigolo? Did they have such things in Laos? They’d certainly had them in as we’d toured through Thailand. Then thought came unbidden, did I want to become another western notch in a cocky bar-boy’s belt – for a paltry hundred thousand kip? Yes actually, I rather liked the idea. The notion of handing over the equivalent of twenty Australian dollars to get my rocks off seemed like a better idea than returning to Perth single as well as sexually frustrated.

I really like Sabra. She's fun to write as you may gather from that excerpt :)

Now below are some images that I like to look at for motivation (manspiration images are excluded!)

Jungle in central Laos.

Nam Khan River 

 

 

Chameleon

chromatophore cells (colour changing cells)

Vientiane, Laos

 With that, enjoy!

WIPping it good.

I'd like to introduce to you Daniel Henney, the manspiration for my latest hero Cain Dath.
Isn't he delectable? Alas, Daniel is of Korean decent, rather than the Laotian of my hero... none the less, phwah!

Despite sickness, exams, practicum and an a university intensive, my work in progress is going on strong. At 13, 000 words, I'm 14.5% done towards my 90,000 word goal.

Working Blurb:

It's got to be Stockholm Syndrome... Sabra Westwood thought to herself.

Eighteen fateful months ago, she'd been kidnapped by the infamous Warlord Cain Dath, and her memories and body just wouldn't let her forget it.

She'd been his more than any woman should be, hidden in the humid depths of the Laos jungle she'd shared everything with him, but he'd never shared his heart.

Cain has an appetite as a big as his charisma. A hoard of women lay at his disposal, all eager to please and sate him – but only one  truly satisfies him. So why won't he tell her?
In his position of power, Cain cannot show weakness, he must lead his people to freedom and nothing, and no one can stand in his way.

Yet when Sabra escapes she finds herself cornered by the media. Defeated, but still defiant, she sells her story of love slavery in a tell all expose' and gains millions. Fame however is dangerous and not only allows Cain’s men to hunt her down, but the others who seek to destroy him.

Now, Sabra is open to attack on all fronts, and the one man who enslaved her becomes the only man able to save her...

So here are the stats:

Word Count: 13, 000
Hero: Cain Dath - the Rebel Laotian Warlord, uber powerful Magician, wanted by the Magical Mafia and world Governments for inciting magical terrorism.
Heroine: Sabra Westwood - Payroll Clerk for a Metal Fabrication Company and Chameleon.

A line to pique your interest:
 A love slave in the truest form, I felt I could survive on his sex alone. It was only when I realized that there were others that my brain finally took control. The man who spent hours in my bed, sating and pleasuring me, in fact had a harem of other women - all ready and willing to perform the duties I so readily and joyfully did. I confess to you now, it was jealousy that made me find my brain, my consciousness again.