I love a good action scene. Nothing gives you more opportunity to show who your characters really are than when someone or something is trying to kill them again. I mean, sure there’s tension when one character is trying to take another’s clothes off, but nothing compared to when someone is trying to take off their skin.
My addiction to action leaves me tasked over and over with blocking out the scenes so I don’t have characters punching each other from across the room (possible only with freakishly long arms) or characters teleporting from place to place.
I have a secret weapon for action: Lego minifigures.
I descend on my son’s Lego sets and act out my scenes meticulously. I have specific minifigures for Marissa Locks (heroine of my Grimm Agency series) and the other major Agency folk.
This lets me build rudimentary sets and test out my action scenes. The only downside? I have on occasion returned from lunch to find a Bionicle attacking Marissa, or that someone swapped out Ari’s legs for the swamp creatures. For the record, Ari was not amused.
The reason I love action scenes is it allows me to showcase each character’s unique problem solving style. In moments of extreme stress and or danger, we’re going to see what each character actually cares about. So I have spell-casters who believe in the brute force approach. I’ve got those who like a little finesse, and then I’ve got characters like Marissa. She can’t throw a lightning bolt, but she can drive a delivery truck.
Even the most skilled sorceresses can’t counter that ancient, arcane spell:“Six tons of Detroit Steel To the Face.”
And cuddling? Cooing? Kissing? Fine, if we have to have that, we can. But we do it standing on a mound of broken bodies and rubble. My heroes don’t wipe a droplet of sweat from the heroine’s cheek. They soak up a river of blood with a towel and stitch up wounds. If they might not have tomorrow, priority one isn’t a roll in the hay, it’s figuring out how the hell to have tomorrow.
There’s nothing sexier than a woman who can handle herself and a man who respects that, so I say, bring on the action.
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A Texas transplant to the Pacific Northwest, JC Nelson lives with a family and a flock of chickens near rainy Seattle.
When it comes to crafting happily-ever-afters, the Agency is the best in the land of Kingdom. The Fairy Godfather Grimm can solve any problem—from eliminating imps to finding prince charming—as long as you can pay the price…
Working for Grimm isn’t Marissa Locks’s dream job. But when your parents trade you to a Fairy Godfather for a miracle, you don’t have many career options. To pay off her parents’ debt and earn her freedom, Marissa must do whatever Grimm asks, no matter what fairy-tale fiasco she’s called on to deal with.
Setting up a second-rate princess with a first-class prince is just another day at the office. But when the matchmaking goes wrong, Marissa and Grimm find themselves in a bigger magical muddle than ever before. Not only has the prince gone missing, but the Fae are gearing up to attack Kingdom, and a new Fairy Godmother is sniffing around Grimm’s turf, threatening Marissa with the one thing she can’t resist: her heart’s wishes.
Now Marissa will have to take on Fairies, Fae, dragons, and princesses to save the realm—or give up any hope of ever getting her happy ending…
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