Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Play That Song Again- Guest Blog I Wish I'd Never Met You by Tanith Davenport

Whenever I write a new story, I always have a playlist in my head. Sometimes it's fairly extensive, otherwise it's down to two or three, but it's always there. It may even influence the title of the story.

In this case, it did. My main song was Sam Sparro's "I Wish INever Met You".

As soon as I heard it, I knew it was perfect. There's one section in the middle which sums up Flick's feelings towards former girlfriend Elodie.

It's been sixteen hours and three long years
Been trying to wipe these memories and dry these tears
I wish I never met you
That's how much I regret you.

Elodie was Flick's first love, and her first heartbreak. Though she's been trying to burn away the hurt feelings by dating other girls, Elodie has always remained in Flick's mind - and so, at the start of the story, she regrets ever getting involved with Elodie. It's been the source of too much pain.

The second song I had in mind was Jo Dee Messina's "ByeBye". This was the song Flick played when she was driving away to college for the first time, unaware that Elodie - who didn't see her off - was standing on her verandah watching her leave and crying. It's about a woman leaving her lover behind, and sums up Flick's emotions in that moment:

I ain't never looking back, and that's a fact

And the third? Possibly a little obvious for a lesbian romance, but it was Tatu's "All The Things She Said". For me it marked Flick and Elodie's original coming together, the sense of wonder they felt. At the time of the story, that wonder has gone, but will it be replaced by something more grounded? More permanent?

We'll see...
I Wish I'd Never Met You
Tanith Davenport

Genre: Erotic romance

Publisher: Pride Publishing
Date of Publication: 23 February 2016

ISBN: 978-1-78651-377-9

Number of pages: 37
Word Count: 10184

Cover Artist: Posh Gosh

Book Description:

Flick Lindenwood, fresh from college, has returned home to the suburban haven of Green Valley, back to society…and the source of her heartbreak. Four years ago Elodie Hamilton savagely broke her heart, and Flick has no intention of letting her pretty ex get back under her skin. As far as she’s concerned, she and Elodie never happened.

But Elodie has other ideas.

Afraid to come out, Elodie chose to destroy her relationship with Flick rather than let her family know who she was. But now she wants to right the wrong she did—if she can only find the nerve, and if she can convince Flick to see past the pain she caused.

The door of the Dodge Charger slammed behind her as Flick Lindenwood walked up the driveway to the house, dragging her wheeled suitcase after her.
It was exactly as she remembered. Pansies and tulips bloomed in the borders of the front garden, edging an elegantly mown lawn. In front of her stood the house, two stories rising behind a large veranda, a curtain twitching in one of the windows.
Before she reached the front door, it opened to reveal her mother. Flick let the handle of the case go and stepped forward to meet her in a hug.
“Felicity, darling! We’ve been waiting all morning.”
“Sorry, Mom. Traffic.”
Her mother stepped back, smiling, and looked her up and down. Flick bore the scrutiny patiently. She had a new haircut and outfit which had yet to receive maternal approval.
Apparently they did. Her mother pulled her back in for another hug. “You look lovely, darling. Oh, it’s so good to see you. I’ve got so many things to tell you—I’ve been organizing your graduation party, and then there’s the Saulters’ barbecue tomorrow, and—”
“All right, all right!” Flick broke in, laughing. “Let me get in first!”
She followed her mother into the entrance hall, noticing that the lounge door was open on her left. Through the doorway she could see her graduation photograph taking pride of place on the marble mantelpiece, blocking off part of the gold-edged mirror.

“Don’t be long,” Mrs. Lindenwood added airily as Flick made her way toward the staircase. “I want to hear everything. Have you met any nice girls?”

About the Author:

Tanith Davenport began writing erotica at the age of 27 by way of the Romantic Novelists' Association New Writers' Scheme. Her debut novel "The Hand He Dealt" was released by Total-e-Bound in June 2011 and was shortlisted for the Joan Hessayon Award for 2012.

Tanith has had short stories published by Naughty Nights Press and House of Erotica. She loves to travel and dreams of one day taking a driving tour of the United States, preferably in a classic 1950s pink Cadillac Eldorado.

Tanith's idea of heaven is an Indian head massage with a Mojito at her side.


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Tanith Davenport said...

Thanks for having me on here!

Briwig said...

Thanks for this post. The book looks brilliant!