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Showing posts with label romantic suspense. Show all posts
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Sunday, May 19, 2019

An Interview with Agnes Alexander

Author's Website
 
Why did you start writing fiction and what genre(s) do you write?

I think my fiction writing career started when I was a little girl. I was the oldest of 3 children and I spent a lot of time making up stories for my younger brother and sister. I grew up, married and had one daughter. All the time I was writing this and that, but it stayed in a desk drawer. When she started school, I went to college. One of the professors encouraged me to send some of my writings for publication. I finally did
—and some of them sold. I wrote 3 children’s activity books that sold, but I knew that was not what I wanted to write.


Circumstances forced me back into public work and I worked as a Human Resource Manager. The years passed and I wrote and sold hundreds of articles, short stories and a specials for the local newspaper. The books I wrote stayed in the desk drawer. When I quit work to take care of my terminally ill mother, I began writing a mystery novel. It was published in 2003. I then began to write romantic suspense. In 2010 I decided to write what I most like to read, the western historical romance. I decided to write each book based on the alphabet. I would title them with a woman’s name and one other word. I also decided to jump around in the ABCs. My first book in this series was FIONA’S JOURNEY. Twenty-one of these have been published and the other five are under contract or are nearing completion. NELDA’S HOMECOMING will be out from Wings this summer. This is my favorite genre to write, though I occasionally get an idea for a romantic suspense and will write it. In total, I have 47 published books. 

Books with Wings ePress
Why this/those genre(s)? What attracts you to them?  


I love history, especially the history of the US and the way it was settled. It took people with grit to forge their way West and carve out a nation in the wilderness. I couldn’t do it, but I admire their pluck and courage. I also think the Native Americans were not treated fairly in many cases, and I include one or more of these brave people in many of my books. Generally speaking, what is the driving force behind your characters? Have any of your characters changed in a drastic way from what you imagined at the start of the writing process?

Unless it is in the plot for them to change, my characters stay true to themselves. I’m not saying they don’t grow because they do. My heroin may be a spoiled, haughty socialite or a hard-hearted woman who doesn’t believe things could be better in the beginning of the story, but circumstances force her to become a caring person. Or my hero may be a loner, set in his way and stubborn who wants nothing to do with ‘a good woman’ because one has let him down in the past. Yet deep down he’s a good man who only needs the circumstances he faces to show him who he really is.

What do you find most difficult in writing you book, and how long does it take to write a story?

I don’t have a lot of difficulty in writing my books. Before I start to write, I spend a long time thinking about my main characters. When I start writing, I know these folks as well as I know members of my family. I know how they will react to a situation and what they will say and how they say it. It sounds crazy to anyone who doesn’t write, but do sometimes surprise me. As real people, they will occasionally come up with something I haven’t thought about. The time it takes to write a book varies. On average I usually have 3 to 4 books published a year. Since I write on more than one book a time, if I were to separate out the time I spend on one book, I’d say it takes 3 to 4 months to write one, edit it and get it ready to publish.

Are there other types of writing you do, such as non-fiction or short fiction?

Other than writing an occasional guest blog, a thank you note or a grocery list, I only write fiction. I will delve into a short-story occasionally, but not often. It takes me almost as long to write a shorter piece as it does to write a book, so I prefer the longer manuscripts.
 

Has your writing affected you in anyway and what would you recommend to anyone wanting to start writing fiction?

My writing has always been a part of me, therefore I assume it opens me to the life that has gone before me or life as it is happening now. It has always been in my nature to write, and I think it affects me in the way anyone’s profession does them. A teacher, teaches. A preacher, preaches. A sports figure plays his/her game. A writer, writes. And on and on.

For those who want to write fiction, I would tell you don’t do it because you want to, but do it because you have to. If you feel you must write, then sit down and do it. It could happen, but don’t expect your first efforts to be perfect. Though there are a few stories of books such as the Harry Potter series that made a fortune, don’t expect to get rich writing. It would be easier to win the lottery. On the other hand, you will have the satisfaction of doing what you feel you have to do. Practical advice: Take a writing class taught by a writer. Join writing groups that support you and your efforts. Join national groups and seek out other writers. You will find writers to be a giving and helpful group of people.

Tuesday, April 09, 2019

Highway One

Now Available! New April release.

Laura Olsen, whose life is interrupted by a pending divorce, travels to northern California to housesit a bed and breakfast inn for an old college friend. From the beginning, she gets involved with the small village of Mendocino and the death of one of its residents. She finds herself in great danger.

The town sheriff, a handsome man of her age, tries to get her to stay out of the mystery, but Laura doesn’t heed his advice. She inadvertently discovers the identity of the murderer and runs for her life...

Author Joyce Johnson lives in a small village in California. A third generation Californian, she enjoys both the beauty and mystery associated with the sea and the unique mountains-to-ocean character of her state.

Friday, November 29, 2013

Escape From Scrutiny

By Mary Brockway
Romantic Suspense, 197 pages
Cover art by Richard Stroud

Blurb:
'Andrea Madison,' she told Kent. The Andrea part was right, but her married name was Andrea Madison Silverton, widow of the Under Secretary of the Interior.  No one couldn't blame her for wanting to shed two years of hearings and malicious speculation about his tragic death, by leaving Washington D.C. But why Grass Springs, Montana? Did she know someone here?

Excerpt:
Andrea was halfway to Grass Springs when Amy shouted.

"There's a plane up there, Mom. I think it is Mr. Sawyer's."

Braking sharply, Andrea watched as Kent circled, then swooped the plane low. "He's trying to tell us something. Evidently can't reach us on the radio." She picked up the receiver and extended the antenna. A static sound came through when she punched a key. "Hello, Andrea below you. Can you hear me?"
"Barely," Jeff shouted. "Turn around fast and drive directly to the airstrip. Fire's cut off the road to town!"

Andrea took a deep breath to stay calm. Narrow squeeze for turning. No shoulders, the one place with deep ditches. Backing up to a wider place took her complete concentration. After several tries, she eased the van around to face north. "Tight parking place, kids."

As she neared the old house, David shouted. "Watch it, Mom. There's a whole bunch of deer turning into our yard."

"We're not stopping there, Davy. We've got to get up to the airstrip." But she slowed to take a last glance at the house. Smoke billowed behind the windbreak, probably Kent's cottonwood grove. She covered the two miles at reckless speed, squealing into the Skyline Ranch drive, and around the perimeter of the house to the airstrip.

Kent and Jeff were pulling things from the plane to lighten the load when Andrea stopped the van. She and the children leapt out of the car. Kent hurried over and crushed her to his chest.

"Thank God, Andy, you made it. When we saw the flames leap across the road, I nearly had a coronary."

"Next move is yours, Kent. Do we try to drive around the fire?"

"No. That north section road is too dangerous. The road crews were fixing some winter washouts when they had to go fight the fire. We'll fly out."

"Three adults and two children? You'll have to make a couple of trips."

"Jeff's going to the canyon to help Bates. I've almost got the Cessna stripped down enough for the four of us. Afraid you'll have to leave the baggage."

While Kent finished fueling the plane, Andrea grabbed a bag of sandwiches and the thermos of coffee. She recalled Doug's warning never to take off without something to eat and drink in case you had to land in a pasture somewhere. Tears fogged her vision. She'd packed his lunch that day. Peanut butter and honey sandwiches.

David and Amy were unusually quiet. She hugged them both tightly. "You okay, kids?"

"Yeah, Mom." David said, tears oozing from the corner of his eyes. "Will the fire hurt the deer?"

"You mean the ones we saw in our yard?"

"Uh huh. Did they think we'd take care of them and we just went right on by the house?"

"Maybe. Or maybe it was because I left two tubs of water and a dozen apples in the back yard. Animals can sense water and deer love apples."

Kent, his face red with the hurried effort to get the plane ready, squeezed David's shoulder. "Got a neat little nest in the back for you, David. And Amy will fit just in front of him. Come on, I'll help you in."

Andrea turned to Jeff, who stood mopping his sweating forehead. "Do you think the van would make it to the canyon? It's full of our stuff, but doesn't have all wheel drive. I know Bates took the Subaru."

Jeff nodded. "That's a good thought. I don't relish the notion of driving Kent's Lincoln or this little Ford over that old section road. Your van's got more clearance. Truck's already at the canyon. Steve and Althea hauled in hay and oats for the horses this morning. They're staying in the canyon with Bates."

"Kent, look!" Andrea could not stifle a cry when she saw high flames in the grove directly south of Kent's house. He moved beside her.

"I know. That's the reason we have to fly out or hide in that stifling canyon. We'd better get this operation over."

Andrea tossed the van keys to Jeff. "Good luck to you and Bates."

"And Bangle and her pups," David yelled from the plane.

Andrea tried to relax her deep tension as Kent taxied to the far end of the tarmac strip. She glanced toward the wind indicator and saw that it blew straight from the west. That would help the loaded plane take off, but predicted dire results for the ranch house. Her hands clenched tightly as Kent took most of the runway to lift off.

Andrea noticed Kent's clothing was dotted with burned holes. She ran a hand over her hair, brushed off several cinders, and grinned at him. "Whew! Where to now, Prince Charming?"

Kent reached over to squeeze her knee. "To a better place than hell, Cinderella."

Saturday, April 20, 2013

The Ferrington Men: Josh


By Lynette Hall Hampton
Romantic Suspense 319 pages
Cover art by Pat Evans
Blurb:
While his father is on his honeymoon in the Greek Islands, Josh Ferrington, in charge of his father's vast holdings finds himself torn between the two beautiful daughters of his new step-mother. Laurie, who he has become good friends with and her younger sister, Olivia who makes his heart race every time he looks at her.

To add to this problems, Josh has to continually fight off the advances of his secretary who is determined to become the next Mrs. Josh Ferrington. He then learns his former in-laws are suing for custody of his there and one half year old son, Amos.
To find the happiness he craves, Josh knows he must over come all these situations and get his life on a path that will lead to happiness for not only him, but his son, Amos as well.

Excerpt:
"Good morning, Josh." Dottie Blackwood, his secretary, used her most sultry voice and leaned over the desk so he couldn't miss the view down her low cut blouse. "I heard Gabe's wedding was fabulous. Of course no one would expect less from the Ferringtons. I'm so happy for your father."

"Only family and a few close friends attended, but that's what Dad and Constance wanted. Something small and private."

"I hope they have a big party when they come back from the honeymoon. I want to meet the lucky woman who is now your new step-mom."

"I think that's what they plan." Josh looked through the messages Dottie handed him. "You'll like Constance. She's the perfect woman for Dad. I think he's finally going to have the happiness he deserves."

"That's good. Every man needs a good woman who'll make him happy, don't you think?" She leaned a little closer to him.

As always, Josh ignored her attempts at seduction. He didn't think she could be serious, but only wanted to show him she was all woman. "This note says Aston Chambers wants me to call as soon as I can. Did he give you a clue as to what it's about?"

"No. Just said it was important. I think I put that down."

Josh nodded and went into his inner office. He picked up the phone and dialed Aston's number. He knew it would be busy in the company with his father gone, and the last thing he needed was a problem arising in the legal department of Ferrington Industries, which often happened when the top man in the law firm called personally.

"Yes, Josh, I'm glad you called," Aston said. "I need to see you right away."

"What's up, Aston?"

"I'd rather see you in person. Can you come to my office or would you prefer I come there?"

"With Dad on his honeymoon, I'm pushed this morning. Just tell me what's going on."
"You're not going to like it."

"I probably won't, but spit it out anyway."

"Cindy's parents have decided to sue you for custody of your son, Amos."

Sunday, November 04, 2012

Absolute Obstruction



By C. Elizabeth
Romantic Suspense  434 pages
Cover art by Trisha FitzGerald
ISBN 978-1-61309-096-1   $7.50
ISBN 978-1-61309-907-0   $12.95
Blurb:
Being lonely isn’t anything new for 45 year old Rose Terrance.  After all, that’s what she signed up for when she married beautiful, 33 year old movie star, Michael Terrance and in spite of her loneliness, their love stays strong.  However, neither their love, nor Michael’s vehement over protectiveness, can shield Rose from a threat that is beyond Michael’s comprehension, one that annihilates his heart and lines his soul with guilt.

Michael has murderous intentions that lead him to a place he has already asked Rose to forgive him for, taking the phrase “I would die for you” to the extreme.

Excerpt:
The lights in the kitchen were on and there were voices coming from the room. Upon entering, I stopped in my tracks. Jerry and Brant were sitting at the table with two half naked women wearing their shirts, one of those women being Serena, cuddled very close beside Jerry, the other very close to Brant. Michael would never deny them having women, as long as they followed the rules. They were never to reveal who they worked for, whose house they were in and they were to be gone by the time anyone got up. On the other hand, Serena wasn’t a party to those slack rules—she had been given her own. It was going to get ugly.

Jerry glanced up, the smile disappeared as he sprang up. Brant followed. “Shit! Rose, what are you doing up so early?” Jerry questioned.

Serena acted nonchalant, unaware of the gravity of the situation. “Hi, Mummy.”

The other woman looked up.

I nodded at them. “I couldn’t sleep.”

The stranger pushed away from the table, staring at me, then turned to Brant and pointed, stuttering when she spoke. “That...that’s Rose Terrance.”

Brant sighed hanging his head.

Serena finally realized the ramifications of me walking in at that moment. She stood up. “Mom?”

I extended my hand out as I sauntered toward them. “Yes I am, and you are?” There was a hope that I would get a chance to tell them that they had better get that woman out and Serena in her room before Michael walked in.

Slowly lifting her hand, she finally made it to mine and shook it. “I’m Ivy.”

“Hi, nice to meet you.”

She turned to Brant, giving the window of opportunity I needed to catch their attention—I mouthed the words, “get outta here, Michael’s up.”

Their eyes snapped to twice the size, Brant gave one quick nod acknowledging he understood and held his hand out toward the back of the house where his room was. “Well, let’s get going, shall we?” Giving a very bad fake smile.

Serena promptly moved around the table heading for the kitchen door… Too late!

“Beautiful, is that coff...” Michael stood just inside the door, it being worse because all he wore were his jammie pants.

Serena bolted to my side, hiding behind me.

Ivy screamed, putting her shaking hand up to her mouth. Brant immediately pulled her to his side, sternly saying, “Don’t do that.”

Serena folded further into my back, hiding her face.

Michael didn’t move, every bone in his body vibrated. He crossed his arms to hide the fact that his hands were clenched in fists, his pure sapphire eyes leered at Jerry and Brant.

Even with Brant’s cat-like reflexes, Ivy managed to appear rapidly in front of Michael. “Can I have your autograph?” she asked, batting her eyelashes, touching his chest.

He moved back a bit, eyes not moving from his prey. “You don’t seem to have much on you for me to write on,” he dangerously noted.

She turned to Jerry. “Do you have a paper and pen?”

Jerry chuckled nervously. “I don’t think that’s a goo...”

Michael cocked his head to the side, drawling out the words. “Why not, Jerry, find this nice lady a pen and paper, won’t you?” He passed his eyes over me trying to get to Serena—being totally aware of his surroundings.

Tucking Serena a little further out of the line of fire, I had hoped that me being there would lessen the wrath that was about to come.

Jerry stared at Michael, shaking his head. “I don’t think that’s necessary, it’s okay.”

Ivy looked at Jerry with disgust. “What do you mean? I’m standing in Michael Terrance’s kitchen, I should at least get an autograph.”

Shaking my head, yikes! Lady, wrong way to say it.

Monday, July 30, 2012

World Of Mirrors


By Judith Copek -- Romantic Suspense, 380 pages
Cover art by Pat Evans; photo provided by Judith Copek
A glamorous high-tech consultant has agreed to retrieve state-of-the art software in East Germany with a colleague and ex-lover who keeps her in the dark. As she navigates a landscape of sociopaths and unrehabilitated Stasi, Zara realizes she's in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong man and no exit strategy.
Excerpt:
“When are we supposed to leave for that island?” I asked.
“Soon.” Had he heard the doubt in my voice? T.K. lit a cigarette and inhaled the smoke. “Now tell me what’s on your mind. Is your divorce final?”
“Very final.” I paused to pick my words. “Our split hurt Chloe more than Taylor or me.”
“And?”
I took a deep breath. “I tried to resign on Monday.” My story came out in a rush of words. “I shouldn’t be here, T.K. I have a little girl who needs me. I need to find a job without travel. And now this murder has me freaked out. I don’t want to get involved in something risky.”
I expected T.K. to react with his typical “oh shit!” and maybe even sympathize or suggest a way out, but he continued to smoke without looking at me.
In a moment I would be weeping. “I really can’t talk about this anymore,” I said, gulping back my tears.
He remained silent. His head was down, and I couldn’t see his face, but I didn’t think my sorrowful confession had pleased him.
“What’s going on in your life?” I asked when he didn’t offer so much as a consoling word.
“Once upon a time there was a pretty woman in Brussels. But since I’m not living there anymore—Zara, did you think I wouldn’t ever wise up to your little tricks on that project last summer? You made me look like an ass.”
“Sorry,” I said, dreading the finger pointing and recriminations. We were both remembering the incident last summer in Berlin. I didn’t believe T.K. wanted to re-hash it any more than I did.
He had spoken in an even voice, and his eyes warned: don’t pull any more stunts like that. Maybe he did carry a grudge.
“We’re colleagues now,” I assured him.
“Understood,” he said. He threw down his cigarette and stood up. I stood, too. Swamped by waves of jet lag, I wanted to collapse and sleep for days. Alone.

Sunday, July 15, 2012

'Till Death Do Us Part: Annie

By Andi Pray, Inspirational Romantic Suspense, 409 pages, ebook & print
Cover art by Angie Corliss
Purchase link for 'Till Death Do Us Part

Kidnapping, fraud, and removing evidence from a crime scene are all federal offenses, but Cody Damez will stop at nothing to know the truth locked inside the mind of his Little Orphan Annie.
Annie wakes up in a hospital with no memory, identification, or anywhere to go. She sis told she is married to one man, but her nightmares haunt her another.
Lives will be in danger when the truth comes out.

Excerpt:
Harsh pounding came to the door. "Margaret, get out here right now! I know you're in there! You can't hide!"

Maggie started to hyperventilate as a string of foul name calling streamed from the intruder's threats and Jason made a step toward the door. She put her hand on his chest, and with a vigorous shake of her head, her eyes sent a silent plea not to move.

A short, high-pitched warning sound came from outside, and through the small crack in the curtains she saw the blue and red lights flash.

Her hands flew to her ears in an attempt to block out the argument outside. The accusations and explicit language stormed, but they only lasted a moment. Jason gave a low whistle with wide eyes as he watched the front door in anticipation. "I thought I had anger issues."

Soon, Jason's soft hand took a hold of hers and turned her around to him. "It's over," he said as a knock came to the back door.

"Stay here," she whispered and made careful movements to look to see who it was.

Relief flowed through her as she recognized the man standing outside and unlocked the door.

"I'm sorry, Margaret. I don't know how he found you," Detective Scott Hill's deep voice said as he followed her back in.

"I can't take this anymore!" she cried and paced with her hands over her face to try to trap enough air to breathe. "I can't testify for you. I'm sorry. It's over."

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Nociception


Nociception

Any idea what that word means? I didn’t either when I first saw it in my morning reading. The Intellectual Devotional by David S. Kidder and Noah D Oppenheim. [You really should check out this book, it's an amazing plethora of facts and creative expansion.]

Nociception is the perception of pain. Simple huh? It’s essential to human’s survival.

Children are born every so often that have, what is called, a congenital insensitivity to pain and anhydrosis (CIPA). These children seldom live past the age of twenty-five simply because they don’t feel pain. If they survive the stage of teething without biting off their own fingers or something worse, they still are not out of the woods. They don’t know when they’ve injured themselves or have an infection that is eating them up.

We should be thankful for the sensation of pain. Seems like an odd thing to say, but it is essential as you can see from this one example.

The brain has a pain matrix that sorts out the intensity, location, duration and type of pain. This matrix is called anterior cingulated cortex. The funny thing about this brain center is it doesn’t distinguish between physical pain and emotional pain. This matrix responds equally to a broken leg or a broken heart.

So then, if I follow this logic (there’s that word again) a person could die from a broken heart. I used this emotional context in my mystery suspense novel The Pink Lady Slipper. The mother of the protagonist died from extreme fear. Emotional reaction can be as deadly as actual physical harm. I researched if it was possible to die from extreme fear at this time. I found it was. Amazing!

If all that follows as true, then there is truth to the clichés “Act as if,” “Fake it until you make it,” See it, believe it, achieve it,” wouldn’t you say?

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Billie A Williams
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