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Today I'm offering snippets from my newest release The Ivory Road: Outback Dreams, an action/adventure sci-fi/fantasy with romantic elements, and Book 2 in the The Ivory Road serial. Iliana is working with the film crew to get her scenes and lines in, but things aren't going quite as planned. Despite that, Taggart is proving to be a rather entertaining, if cocky, costar.
The filming didn’t go the way Dan wanted. Neither the light nor the accumulation measured up to what he’d hoped. Iliana did get to drag Taggart through the snow and mud of the yard, but after six takes of doing the same thing in more or less the same way, Iliana collapsed on the porch at lunch time in exhaustion.
“Bloody hell, I think I have mud in my shorts.” Taggart sat down beside her with a sopping thud.
She shot him a tired smile. He resembled a mud wrestler and the knees of his slacks showed impressive tears. “I’m sure someone somewhere would find that sexy.”
He snorted. “We’ll call it Fifty Balls of Clay.”
Iliana barked a peel of laughter. “Oh my glory, that’s bad. Well said, but bad.”
“All right, everyone. Get cleaned up and something to eat. We’ll do close-ups and start on the in-house recovery scene.” Dan waved everyone into the house.
“I’m gonna take a shower. Care to join me? We do share a loo.”
“Contrary to popular belief, I’m not a fan of Fifty Balls of Clay, so you’ll just have to soldier on alone.” She grinned and he laughed, but rose sloppily to his feet.
“Think Ellen will have a conniption if I walk across her clean floors like this?”
Iliana nodded. “Probably, but you could always strip right here so you don’t get much on the rugs.”
“Is that an invitation, Ivory?” Taggart raised an eyebrow with a growing smirk.
“Get on with you, Taggart. Before you catch cold.”
She waved him off and dragged her tired body to her feet. I should probably take a shower, too. But she didn’t want to spend time getting into her costume again, especially when it already carried half the yard on it. Look, authentic Australian dirt. She snorted at herself and trudged into the house to find lunch.
She was the first to sit down in the cast area and without company, she took some time to consider her costar. Taggart’s reputation of being intense and focused while working had been accurate. The reported arrogance stemmed from someone else’s view of the intensity and perfectionism with which Taggart pushed himself. Iliana shook her head. I wish I had the same intensity. He’d become his character so thoroughly while on camera she couldn’t help but be her own, and she hadn’t forgotten nearly as many lines.
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