Kara Leigh Miller
Every genre has certain rules and conventions that authors are expected to follow. It's these conventions that define each genre and the books that comprise them. As a romance author, I have spent hours researching, studying, and learning about the specific conventions. They are always forefront in my mind when I begin working on a new story. And typically, I always follow them.
Except this time.
In Death of a Waterfall, I blur the genre line, blending several genres into one. It is primarily a romance, but there are elements of suspense, fear, the dramatic, and the absurd. It's this last genre (the absurd) that I had the most fun writing. It's also the one that I'm most proud of. I don't want to give away too much of the plot, but I knew that there would be no way to write this story without crossing into another genre.
There is a lot I love about this story and these characters, but there is one chapter in particular that I’m very pleased with. It happens to be the chapter that has an element of the absurd in it. Take a look…
Teghan walked up to the counter. She was starving and dehydrated. Food. Water. Something, anything to sustain her. A baby handed her a glass of juice. 'Time for your medicine, Teghan.' Why was there a baby working behind the counter of a fast food restaurant? She sipped the cold liquid and spit it out. It tasted rotten. Bitter.
'Come on, sweetie. If you don't take this you won't get better. Just a little more. Drink up. Then you can go back to sleep.' She forced the stuff past her lips. 'Good girl.'
They were all babies. Clapping and cheering for her. The one working the milkshake machine was covered in ice cream. Licking it from its chubby fingers, rubbing it into its hair, throwing its hands in the air and giggling. Laughing. Smiling. It was infectious. Teghan began to laugh too. Until a man, a tall man with nothing but black fuzz for a face, came and took the baby playing in the ice cream. No! Don't take the baby. The baby behind the counter. Its arms and legs full of plastic tubes pumping orange liquid into its veins. It seemed happy, peaceful then it began to fade away. The tubes spilled orange froth to the floor. Bitter, rancid smelling concoction. Vomit. No, not again. It was too late. Someone had to save the baby.
"I'm worried about her, Rob."
Mommy? Oh how she's missed her.
"She's going to be fine, Rachel. The doctor said so himself."
"And the baby?"
Yes! Mom would save the baby.
"Maybe we should let her friends see her. I've read that people who are unconscious can hear things around them. Maybe if she heard some familiar voices it could help her."
Friends...she liked her friends. What were their names again? Al, something? Lucas? Harpony? Oh no, the blackness was returning, enveloping her, consuming her, carrying her away to the place of absurdity and nightmares. Please don't. No, not again.
The sand felt warm beneath her skin. The water was crystal clear for hundreds of miles. A school of fish, a catfish with whiskers so long they reached out and tickled her toes. She giggled and pulled her feet to her body. The sun, high in the sky cast a bright hue, blanketing everything its rays touched. She looked to her left--a mom with an infant, breastfeeding and smiling. She looked to her right--a dad playing catch with a baby.
The outer edges started to turn dark, the circle of objects bathed by the sun became smaller and smaller and smaller until only she was affected by its rays. She looked up. It wasn't the sun. A grossly large halogen lamp was suspended above her head. She tried to shield her eyes with her hand, but she couldn't. Her hands were strapped to a table. Her entire torso was strapped down. What happened to the beach? The sand? The sun? The fish-filled water?
Something cold, hard, made of metal was poking at her. Muffled sounds circulated the space around her. Aliens? That was crazy. She hadn't been abducted by aliens. But what was that thing standing over her then? Blue skin, camouflage hair, two brown marbles where there should've been eyes, and no nose or mouth, just a piece of white cardboard.
Icy cool juice pulsated in her body and tingled in her veins. Sweet, glorious sleep.
Writing this was definitely an exercise in experimentation and it really tested me as a writer. I once again had to do some research and find a bit of inspiration. Did I manage to pull it off without going too far? I hope so!
Share your thoughts…do you prefer books that are true to just one genre? Or do you like a book that mixes it up?
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ABOUT DEATH OF A WATERFALL:
GENRE: Contemporary Romance / New Adult
PUBLISHER: Rogue Phoenix Press
RELEASE DATE: June 10, 2013
BOOK BLURB: Teghan Jacobs didn't think anything could be worse than learning she's pregnant by a man she's been dating less than six months. Boy, was she wrong. Her mother, whose drowning in the river of denial, refuses to take a side on the issue. And her overbearing, manipulative father threatens to disown her and cut her off from her trust fund if she doesn't have an abortion.
Donnie Marks couldn't be happier. The woman he loves, the woman he fought so hard to be with, is going to have his baby. Life has never been better. But when she shows up in his dorm room, sobbing and heartbroken, he learns the horrible truth of what happened. He vows to get revenge on the man who's responsible: Teghan's father.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Born and raised in the small town of Mexico, New York, Kara was an only child who was forced to find ways to entertain herself. Playing make believe with her Barbie dolls and stuffed animals was her first real taste of storytelling before she became old enough to develop a love affair with the written word. In early 2010, Kara picked up her very first erotic romance novel, and she was instantly hooked. She loves to write contemporary romance, erotica, and young adult romance.
She's the author of several erotic novellas, The Georgia Corbins, a YA romance, and a handful of short stories. Kara is an active member of the CNY Writers Haven and the CNY Romance Writers. In addition, she's an Associate Editor at Entranced Publishing.
Today, Kara resides in New Haven, New York with her husband, five kids, three cats, and two puppies. When she's not reading or writing, she's thinking about reading and writing. And when she's not doing that, she's spending time with her family and friends.
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Her Website: www.karaleighmiller.com