Thursday, November 29, 2012

VBT: Tudor Rubato

Having survived a near-death experience all Amadeus Tudor wants to do is escape to the countryside of Scotland with his wife Zara so the two can have some much needed down time together as a couple and work on rebuilding their relationship.  Life for the past couple of years, however has been “a long, strange trip (it’s been)”* for the internationally acclaimed rock star, with no signs of stopping.  (*Grateful Dead - Truckin')
            But before the couple can even get away, tragedy hits close to home forcing the couple into almost delaying their new adventure. Grace Tudor, the family matriarch insists the two embark on their new adventure and recommitting to each other immediately.
            The change of scenery proves exactly what Amadeus needs to reboot his songwriting and his all encompassing bond with Zara.  Together they embrace their new adventure as slowly Amadeus, with the guidance of music icon, Peter McNichol embarks on what promises to be another notch in Amadeus’ career.
            The road is full of twists and turns for the pair as one moment finds them frolicking in the meadows outside Edinburgh to the next learning the shocking and sinister side of one of Amadeus’ own brothers.
I closed the front door and found Amadeus back in the kitchen helping himself to a huge slice of the blackcurrant pie. He certainly had no problem finding the plates and forks.
“Amadeus! I was going to warm the pasties so we could eat first.”
“But I’m starving.”
“So am I. Put it down. I’ll heat up these pasties so we can eat. Why don’t you open the bottle of wine. And put that pie down!”
“Mmm, okay,” he mumbled as he crammed his mouth full of pie.
I walked over and snatched the plate out of his hand, knowing full well he would eat the entire piece while we waited for the main course. Fortunately for us, the pasties were still fairly warm and I popped them into the microwave for a minute just to make them hot.
I found a corkscrew in a drawer and tossed it to him as I looked for a couple of wine glasses. I took two out of the cabinet and walked them over to him. As I laid them down, the buzzer on the microwave beeped letting me know the pasties were ready. I plated them, grabbed a couple of forks and walked over to the kitchen table situated along a cheerful large window. Amadeus quickly followed and placed a glass next to me as he sat down across the table.
The food was good, and we were both hungrier than we thought. We devoured all four of the pasties before Amadeus was back at his slice of pie. My mind was still spinning with the events of the day. It had been quite a long day for that matter, but I was too keyed up for sleep.
Instead I got up, gathered the dishes and put them in the dishwasher before I walked back over to where Amadeus sat, still at the kitchen table. I began to massage his neck and shoulders.
“How does that feel?”
“God you’ve got good hands. That feels wonderful.”
I knew beneath the table Amadeus was hard as granite, the blood running like lava through his veins, and I knew where this was going if I kept touching him.
I moved his hair to one side and began kissing him against the nape of his neck and smiled as a shudder rippled through him.
“Amadeus,” I cooed softly, “would you like to check out our new bedroom?”
It was all the encouragement he needed. Noisily he shoved back his chair and hauled me into his arms. “Why go all the way upstairs to the bedroom, love?”
Copyright©2012Jamie Salisbury 
Jamie Salisbury cannot imagine a time when she did not write. A skill that has served her well throughout her diversified professional career that encompassed public relations in and around the entertainment industry, photography, editing, and special event planning.
 An avid reader of history, biographies, and romance it's only natural that she prefers to write  romances with characters said to be "so authentic they spring forth from the page and shake the reader's hand." No stranger to life threatening situations Jamie pulls from life experience when she creates her stories. Such as when her family had to escape Chile when she was a teen because of the unstable political climate.
 Finding herself unable to walk great distances  as a result of  several foot surgeries, she started writing once again as a way to pass the time. With the completion of her first novel Perpetual Love she dove head first into the eBook and digital publishing paradigm. She couldn't be happier with her decision to grab the publishing industry by the shoulders and force it to pay attention to all she has to offer.
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J R Salisbury said...

Good Morning Sandra and thank you for having me on your blog today!
I'll be checking in from time to time today to answer questions and comments.
Anyone leaving a comment will in the drawing at the end of the tour for a very special, ever growing swag bag!

Desere said...

Hi Jamie,

Sorry I am only popping up on the last two blog stops ,work prevented me from joining each day.

Yesterday you were kind enough to answer my question of what inspires you,for today tell me when you get a idea for a book and it is 3 am do you jump out of bed and pen it down or store it in your mind till later?

thanks again so much for the swag bag contest it sounds divine !!


Sandra Cox said...

My pleasure, Jamie.

Thanks for stopping by and supporting Jamie, Desere.

J R Salisbury said...

I keep a small notebook on my nightstand just for middle of the night ideas or brain storms. I have found that if I don't write it down when it comes to me (chalk it up to older age), the idea won't be the same.
And I do get up and fire up the computer and write in the middle of the night!
Thanks for the great questions!

Desere said...

A notebook cool ! And wow really up in the middle of the night to write awesome ! Thanks again for the post and for the giveaway and thank you for taking the time to answer my questions.


Raonaid Luckwell said...

Ideas usually comes to me while in the bathtub, washing dishes or long walks. Occasionally an idea will come to me while I sleep.

To help me get drowsy I run scenrios through my head and if an idea clicks I'll jump up, turn on the computer and write what I can.

Raonaid at gmail dot com

Natasha said...

Thanks for the chance to win!
natasha_donohoo_8 at hotmail dot com

Anonymous said...

My ideal for an autumn night, in my lounge chair with a thow. My favorite dog on my lap. And finally, a book in my hand. Ahh heaven.

Now with my sweetie, suggling on the couch and laughter. Not only is it a turn on, it's hot! Amazon, kindle ebook.