Sweetie, Darling, Snookum, Honey-- The power of pet names….
I love pet/nicknames—you know, those special terms of endearment we use to identify someone special or the ones we love, whether husband, wife, sister, brother, boyfriend or girlfriend.
When I was in high school, our inner circle had names for each other. Only those in the group used them. It was an expression of friendship and the bond we had growing up. Even within my family, my sisters and I had “pet names.” Each had their own origin, whether a funny story, memory, or quality of an individual. The meaning often is only significant to those who are close to the individual. We used to call my younger sister, Susabelle. My older sister was called Bird (my mother’s reference for Lady Bird Johnson). I was Jeannie Bean that got shortened to just Bean in high school. I don’t get to talk to my high school friends as much I like, but my best friend still calls me by my nickname. I smile now when I hear her say it. It brings back wonderful memories.
Pet names have always been part of my personal relationships. One boyfriend always called me “pumpkin.” Why, I’m not sure, but I know I didn’t look like one. Regardless of the reason, the name always made me feel special. Pet names are selected by those around us. It just happens – it gets used once and then sticks, often for a lifetime. Now whether the person likes it or not is irrelevant – LOL.
In my latest novel, Soul Awakened, my hero, Bakari, calls Kendra “Parvana.” It is the Egyptian word for butterfly. Kendra has a small birthmark on her hip that vaguely looks like a butterfly, but the word Parvana has deeper meaning for the hero. After being imprisoned for five long years in darkness, Kendra is Bakari’s first vision of freedom. She offers him a life free of pain and suffering, not to mention her potential to become something so much more.
So, in honor of pet/nicknames names around the world, I will give one lucky commenter an e-copy of Soul Awakened.
To enter, please share your pet name or a pet name you use/used for someone else. If you care, please share the origin of the nickname (for anonymity purposes, please do not use full names). Leave your email address in the post.
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Kendra, an Egyptologist and demi-god in waiting, is the key to unlocking Bakari, the Egyptian God of Death, from his cursed slumber. Desperate to free him, she inadvertently binds herself to the god with a spell that only death will undo. To save Bakari from himself, she may have to sacrifice her innocence, and possibly her soul, before he becomes his family’s worst enemy.
HAUNTED BY SINS OF THE PAST
Bakari awakens to a world at war and a beautiful woman who has tethered his soul to hers. In the wake of his self-destruction Kendra is his only hope of salvation, but another has vowed to keep Bakari from the one thing he craves most-- his Parvana. His butterfly.
EXCERPT from Soul Awakened, Chapter 15
Can you die twice? Fractured in a multitude of pieces, his soul had been thrown across the room and crushed. If he physically could not pull himself together, what made him think he could ever pull his mind to where it belonged? He had truly found Duat. Hell.
Why was he so surprised to wake up here? He deserved it, did he not? The pain and agony were his only friends, settling into the hole that once was inhabited by his spirit. A spirit that would ignite his chest no more. Whatever fight he had left with his last hope. His butterfly. Gone.
He should have retreated back to the cell of his captivity. He had taken a few steps in the darkness, but then it hit him. Why bother? A death would be kinder. Turn his power inward and exhaust his own light.
A good plan up to the point his butterfly materialized nearby, a hallucination certainly manifested by his insanity. Her beautiful naked form hovered and bounced with the beat of her wings. A part of him grieved that he would never be able to hold her or touch her soft curly hair. Or taste the sweet nectar of her blood. His body numbed the hunger and pain. He knew death well and welcomed it. But, his butterfly had other plans.
His Parvana landed with feathery lightness onto his chest and spilled her hair over the vestige of his withered muscle and bone. The shock of heat hit him like a blast of super-heated air from an explosion. His chest burned with a rekindled fire. His hallucination took physical form. Kendra had come to save him after all.
Bio: In her pursuit of a nursing degree, Jean Murray aspired to see the world and joined the Navy. At the end of 2011 she said a heart-breaking goodbye to her Navy family and retired after twenty years of military service. Although her dreams of writing full time have yet to come true, she continues her writing journey and draws inspiration from her travels abroad. She enjoys spending time with her family and of course, writing about the “Carrigan sisters and their mates, Gods of the Underworld,” to bring you the next installment of the Key to the Cursed series.
Author Jean Murray brings a wonderful new spin to the paranormal world with her Egyptian Underworld gods. She broke ground in the paranormal romance genre with Soul Reborn and now continues the Key to the Cursed journey with Soul Awakened. See what readers and reviewers are saying about her new book ~ http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16484518-soul-awakened?auto_login_attempted=true
For more information about Jean Murray:
Web Address: www.jean-murray.com
Blog Address: www.wickedromance.wordpress.com
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