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Author Shay MacLean is here today to talk about tattoos and her characters. Welcome, Shay!
For those of you who are familiar with my work, it’s no surprise that I design the tattoos that grace the bodies of some of my characters. In Shooting Stars (my first book), I designed the tramp stamp that was an integral part of the plotline for the story. When working on the artwork for a tattoo I have found that it helps to bring me closer to the character who will ultimately have it inked into their skin. The reason for this is simple: a tattoo is a very personal statement and not something to be taken lightly if you decide you want to get one.
The design of Willa’s tramp stamp in Shooting Stars comes from her desire to become a pediatric cardiologist and her perchance to wish on shooting stars. Very fitting for her character.
This is the original drawing that was sent to my publisher and then forwarded to the cover artist to be included in the cover design.
In Falling Star, I once again took into consideration what the characters wanted to convey with the design of the tattoo. In this case, the joining of…Ah! You almost got me to spill the beans. I reveal the meaning behind the tattoo in Falling Star near the end of the book. J So I can’t let out the secret to you here. I can however let you see the original drawing that was sent to the cover artist.
This design was done completely free hand.
So if you could have a tattoo designed especially for you what would you want to include in the design? Any special features or quotes you would want to have in it?
Author and Book Information
Shay MacLean is a multi-published author of Erotic Romance. Shay is a proud member of Romance Writers of America. She is also a member of several special interest chapters, Passionate Ink (of which she currently holds the position of Workshop Coordinator), RWA Online , Hearts Through History and Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal. Shay is also a member of Savvy Authors and Romance Divas. When Shay isn’t immersed in her writing projects she enjoys photography, graphic/web design in addition to spending time with her wonderful husband and four amazing children.
Falling Star Blurb:
Willa Brock possesses everything a woman could hope for – great friends, a rewarding career and a loving husband – until her world begins to crumble. Almost overnight, she doubts her abilities as a doctor and must battle some inner demons she thought she’d laid to rest.
Although head over heels for his wife, Schyler still harbors a desire to be with men. When Willa confesses an attraction to the hot male nurse, Keenan, Schy goes out of his way to befriend him, hoping to satisfy his desires and ignite new ones with his wife. But he may not be able to convince Willa that loving Keenan won’t change how he feels about her.
Playing the role of odd-man out, Keenan needs to carve a place for himself with the two people he wants most; otherwise, he risks losing everything.
Just when it seems like the sky is falling they must close their eyes and wish upon a star…and embrace the possibility that combining three hearts will strengthen the love each holds for the other…
The snick of the bolt sliding into place echoed though the locker room as Willa scrambled to finish pulling on her T-shirt. Not now. I need to be alone. She didn’t want to talk to anyone. She needed to forget what happened–at least for a few moments.
“Where are you headed?” a masculine voice said.
She didn’t have to look to see who it was: Kee. His voice had haunted her dreams for the past two months. And tormented her waking moments as well. He and her husband, Schy, had become almost inseparable since Kee discovered her deep dark secret: Her tramp stamp.
In the last couple of weeks, they’d both started hinting that they wanted all three of them to be more than just friends. She’d been warming up to the idea. Until her run-in with Brian, her ex-fiancé. The things he’d revealed splashed cold water on the idea with the force of a waterfall.
“Did you know that Schy was involved with a man before he met you?” He’d asked her and she’d told him that she was fully aware of it, but she’d not been prepared for what he’d asked her next. “But, did he tell you he wasn’t the one to break it off?”
She shook her head to rid it of that information. Now was not the time to examine it and what it might mean. Especially with Kee standing behind her, watching her every move. “Out of here,” she said, the words coming out more terse than she meant.
“Okay. I’ll come with you.”
Willa finally looked around her locker door. He stood leaning against the wall near the door. His long muscled legs crossed at the ankles, his arms crossed over his chest like he didn’t have a care in the world. “I don’t think so, Kee. I need to be alone.” She pulled her purse out of the locker and shut it with a resounding bang.
Kee watched her as she slung her purse over her shoulder.
“The last thing you need is to be alone, Willa. I’m going to stick to you like glue until you get home to Schy.” He moved to stand in front of the door.
Willa’s head snapped up at the tone in his voice. “I don’t need a babysitter. I can make it home all by myself. Now move out of my way. I’m not in the mood for this shit.”
He straightened to his full six foot height. He would tower over her by a good five inches taller than her when she stood beside him. “No.”
“Okay, I’ll just call security then and let them come in here and they can escort you out.” She reached into her pocket for her cell phone.
“Schy was right. You shouldn’t be alone.”
Her fingers froze on the keypad. She looked up at him. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Kee dropped his arms to his sides and moved forward, not stopping until mere inches separated them. “It means exactly what it sounds like. I called Schy after you refused to let me go with you to talk to that kid’s parents. You’ve been acting like a robot since you had to call it in the operating room, Willa. It’s not like you to bottle everything up.”
“You don’t know anything about me, Keenan. You don’t know if I ‘bottle things up’ at times or not. Now just leave me the hell alone and let me go.” She stared into his eyes. They’d gone from their normal sparkling green like sun dappled leaves to a deep emerald green. She hated that she knew already that they always seemed to do that when his emotions about something were strong.
They were that color a lot whenever he was around her or Schy.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that. Schy gave me strict instructions not to let you leave here, alone.” He gazed deep into her eyes before adding, “By any means necessary.”
Willa felt something snap inside. Schy and Kee were both acting like she belonged to them. Oh, they didn’t realize that she saw the way they stared down every guy that looked at her whenever they went out somewhere. Or the way they always seemed to flank her as they walked through a crowded area. This was the last straw though. She could ignore the subtle stuff, but demanding that she not leave somewhere without one of them was bullshit.
She’d had enough.
She narrowed her eyes on him. “I don’t care what the hell my husband said. I’m sick and tired of the two of you acting like I’m some sort of possession that you can pass back and forth. Neither one of you has the right to tell me when I can and can’t be alone.” She pushed past him, her arm brushing against his as she went. A jolt of awareness shot through her.
She pushed the feeling away. She was married. She couldn’t have feelings like that for another man
Only for her husband.
She’d just reached the door when she felt Kee’s hand grab hold of one of her shoulders. He turned her around.
His eyes were intense, stormy and wild. He clenched his jaw as though trying to contain the emotion she saw swirling in their depths, an emotion she’d rather not contemplate at the moment. “Is that what you believe we think of you as, Willa? A possession?”
“Isn’t that what I just said? I don’t think I stuttered.” She tried to pull free of his grip, but only succeeded in making him tighten it.
“That is so not how either of us sees you,” he said, his voice thick and husky as though he was trying to hold back what he was feeling, but not quite succeeding.
“Really? Then tell me how it is that you see me, because from where I’m standing that’s what it looks like.”
“We see a woman who’s intelligent, vibrant, commanding, and sexy as hell. And we both just want the chance to hold onto you, even if only for a moment.”
Willa tried again to pull free. “That’s all good and fine, Kee, but have you forgotten that I’m married to Schy. You shouldn’t be thinking about holding me. Ever.”
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Falling Star by Shay MacLean
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