But I Don't Write Paranormal...

I write contemporary, historical and romantic suspense. But not paranormal. I don't have the imagination for it. Truely. I prefer my worlds more structured, after all. Although writing my romantic suspense series--The Red Hand Conspiracy--has been a stretch for me. I mean, how do I know how terrorists think? Heck, most of the time, they don't know how they think.

So when a pair of golden eyes started staring at me out of the dusty recesses of my mind, I tried to ignore them. They were other-wordly. And I don't write paranormal. Truely. But stare they did. Silently. Waiting, waiting--and watching. They gave me the heebie-jeebies. We all know I can be a hard-headed soul, so I continued to ignore them. And they continued...watching...waiting...worrying me with their unrelentless presence.

One night, a couple months ago, as I was nearly asleep, these glowing, golden eyes stepped forward and, Lord have mercy, they were in the body of a bear. I nearly wet the bed. What am I supposed to do with you? I don't write children's books. The bear shook his head. So you're not a children's character? What are you then? Some kind of paranormal beast? The bear nodded and shifted into a man wearing a kilt. Oh, now, you're talkin'. He most definitely had my attention now.

Still, I had to tell him the truth. "Look, I don't write paranormals. You're in the wrong bedroom."

"Aye, lassie, I am in the right bed chamber, and ye will write me story." He lifted the covers and slipped in the bed beside me. I slid over to make room for his thighs...lawd have mercy. Calvin wrapped his arm around me and tugged me close, moaning something in his sleep.

"Look, I have the final book in my Red Hand Conspiracy Series to write. I can't start anything new. Besides, I don't know how to write paranormals."

"Ye write about human nature, do ye not? Dinnae kin write about me family?"

"Ah..."

"Will ye grant me permission to tell ye why bears are extinct in Scotland and about me family's curse?" His brown eyes with golden flecks stared into my soul. A broad finger trailed down my cheek. "Ye won't regret a minute of it." He leaned and whispered in my ear. "I promise, lassie...