As many people now know, Memphis is the primary setting for my just released paranormal romance novel, LOVE TATTOO from Evernight Publishing. I happen to be quite fond of Memphis, a very energetic and trippy city on the banks of the mighty Mississippi River. I like rivers too having grown up in a city along the banks of the Missouri River.
From LOVE TATTOO, an excerpt about Memphis and the flavor of the city:
Memphis, tucked behind the wide waters of the mighty
Mississippi River, waited for me with promise. Driving into the
rising morning sun, I could barely see as I steered across the bridges
and took an exit ramp down into real Memphis, into the old district
beside the river. The old warehouse district looked as if it had taken
another step downward since my last visit through but I really wasn’t
much into scenery. Will Brennan filled my mind, larger than reality,
in scenes so strange that I would have thought I must have dreamed
them all. My lips felt bruised and tender to the touch. All I had to do
was remember that kiss, the power and hunger and fire, and my skin
tingled. Heat crept across my face when I thought about it until I felt
like I must be sunburned. If I looked into the visor mirror, I wouldn’t
be surprised if my skin looked pink.
When I had to decide if I wanted to turn north toward Beale
Street or south toward Graceland, I headed south because after driving
all night, I felt exhausted. Thinking about Beale Street, though, put a
thought in my head that I could not quite believe that I didn’t have
before – that I could pursue my singing career here instead of
Nashville. My singing style wasn’t really old school blues, but it
wasn’t traditional country either and if I wanted to stand behind a
microphone in a club, I could do that here, too. The idea had
possibilities, major ones because I liked Memphis better than
Nashville anyway and always had.
Cities have their own flavor and style, every one of them.
Nashville is more shit-kicking boots, ten-gallon hats, and nervous
music producers, with a dash of faux antebellum South thrown in for
good measure. Nashville offers the flavor of cheap beer, fried
chicken, and apple fritters, all Paula Deen style heavy food loaded
down with butter, grease, and salt, enough to give anybody a longlasting
bellyache any day of the week. Nashville style eats make you
fat, too, in a hurry if you don’t watch what goes down your throat.
Even the music scene there in Music City USA is tense, a real dog eat
dog and spit out the tail atmosphere. No one really likes anyone else
but the insiders, the old school folks and their handpicked heirs, look
down on the rest of the singers, no matter how talented. Even that
leaves a bitter taste, enough to give this girl indigestion.
Memphis, however, is the succulent taste of tender barbecue,
lean meats smoked to damn near perfect and served with cool slaw to
take some of the heat out of the spicy sauces. Sip a Walk Me Down
cocktail on the side and it is heaven on the tongue, no trouble for the
tummy. If Memphis shows personality, it’s zany and a little crazy but
solid underneath like a good friend, someone who can party with you
but is there when you need support or a good word. Memphis is
more like that eccentric aunt that you love to see at Christmas, the one
who slipped some vodka into your Coca-Cola when you were too
young to drink and gave you Shalimar perfume instead of Avon’s
If you like what you read and want more, buy the novel here:
It is also available through Evernight and on just about every site offering romance novels online.
And be sure to come back and tell me what you think!