Thank you for taking the time to pop in and check
out my contribution to “The Next Big Thing” blog hop. I was tagged by my fellow
‘rose’ and friend, Bess McBride. Thanks, Bess! Now I am tagging a few writing
friends, Lisa Rayns,
Rolynn Anderson, and Stacy Dawn. They
will be posting their “Next Big Thing” on November 28th. My dad’s
birthday. :-)
What exactly is The Next Big Thing? It’s a 10 question blog about…you guessed it, our
next big thing, whether it’s a new release, something we’re in the middle of writing,
or a recent release. For me, the next big thing is my just released very first
self published novel—CAPTIVE HERO.
Question 1: What is the working title of your book?
CAPTIVE HERO—(Time-shift Heroes Series-Book One). It’s
a full length novel about a female test pilot who accidentally
flies back in time in the middle of a WWII dogfight where she inadvertently saves
a VMF Black Sheep pilot. In order to keep the timeline safe, she abducts him
and brings him back to the present. Then the fun begins. He thinks she’s a
German spy.
Question 2: Where did the idea come from for the
book?
I’ve always been drawn to the South Pacific and
anything WWII. I even honeymooned on Oahu so I could visit Pearl Harbor. Yes, I’ve
got it bad. Anyhow, writing a story involving a WWII pilot has been on my list,
and I thought it would be interesting if a female Marine pilot from this time
period met up with a Black Sheep pilot from WWII. The differences could be a
lot of fun. I was right.
Question 3: What genre does your book fall under?
CAPTIVE HERO is a romantic contemporary timeshift.
90% of the book takes place in present day. The heroine does visit the South
Pacific, and gets a glimpse of the living conditions the Black Sheep had to
endure during that time. But, then she’s forced to drug, abduct and drop the
hero off at her secluded Colorado cabin until she can leave her base. That’s
when the tables turn.
Question 4: Which actors would you choose to play
your characters in a movie rendition?
Nice question. I do get visuals in my head when I
write, and sometimes I even stumble across a photo of a model/actor who looks
the part. That’s the case with this photo. He’s definitely Mitch.
As far as actors and actresses, it’s tougher than
you think. This is what I’ve come up with:
Mitch -- Jensen Ackles
Samantha – Mila Kunis
Maria – Emma Stone
Jensen – Joe Manganiello
Okay, now I want to see the movie! lol
Question 5: What is the one-sentence synopsis of
your book?
When Marine Corp test pilot, Captain Samantha
Sheppard, accidentally flies back in time and inadvertently saves the life of a
WWII VMF Black Sheep Marine pilot, she changes history and makes a crack decision
to abduct him back to the present, but history has a way of catching up.
Question 6: Will your book be self-published or
represented by an agency?
Several years ago, I pitched this story to Kate
Duffy from Kensington Brava. She requested the full, but before she gave me the
‘yay or nay’, she unexpectedly passed away. I didn’t have the heart to send it
elsewhere, so I let the MS sit on my hard drive for four years. But I love this
story and wanted to share with others. Self-publishing was the perfect answer. This
book is my first crack at it. In October, I paid an editor to go through
CAPTIVE HERO, and by the end of the month I put the book up on Kindle Select
and then through their Createspace print program. It is now available on Amazon
in both eBook and print.
Question 7: How long did it take you to write the
first draft of your manuscript?
About four months, including my brush up before I
sent the book off to the editor.
Question 8: What other books would you compare this
story to within your genre?
None that I know of. CAPTIVE HERO isn’t quite your
traditional romance. I’d like to think it’s one of a kind.
Question 9: Who or what inspired you to write this
book?
VMF -214 Black Sheep Squadron. Like I said earlier,
I’ve always been pulled to the history of the South Pacific during WWII--specifically pilots--and knew I wanted to write a romance involving one somehow. But I also wanted to
make the story a bit different, and that’s where the timeshifting came in.
Question 10: What else about this book might pique
the reader's interest?
When Mitch wakes up in present day, he thinks
Samantha is a German spy. There's instant heat. Instant denial, and instant
insanity. lol Mitch goes on a journey of discovery. The Japanese are friendly
tourists. Aircrafts are stealth, fully electronic…and some secret ones are even
invisible. He has a lot to catch up on, too. Presidents, wars, fast food, cars,
planes, the internet…technology in general. The way women dress, talk, walk. It
was fun to write, and I hope it’s equally fun to read.
Here’s an excerpt from CAPTIVE HERO when Samantha
finally gets back from base and meets the now conscious, disgruntled pilot:
The door
suddenly jerked in and to the right with such force Sam stumbled forward into
the cabin.
Son-of-a…
Before she
could regain her equilibrium, something big hit the back of her calves and knocked
her to the floor—hard.
Intruder? So help me, if he hurt the captain…
Instinct
kicked in. Knee thrust upward, she made contact with a solid object and heard a
muffled oath before she rolled in the opposite direction. Large hands gripped
her waist, and despite her clumsy attempt to hold on to the threshold, he
yanked her back.
Yeah, coming here without a weapon had been a real
good idea.
Fast and
precise, she drove her elbow into the vicinity of her assailant’s jaw and sent
a sharp jolt up her arm. She swallowed a cry of pain and rejoiced in his second
muffled oath. Two for me. With a
quick roll, she scrambled to her knees and began to rise when a heavy weight
hit from behind, dropped down and pinned her face-first to the cold, wooden
floor.
“Not so fast. Sam is it?”
That familiar,
deep voice split the silence, while hot, panting breathes stirred more than the
hair on her neck. Uncontrollable shivers covered her skin as recognition stole
the fight out of her. This wasn’t an intruder. It was Captain Mitchell. Thank
God. He was safe.
But she
wasn’t.
The instant
she stopped struggling, her body became deliciously aware of every hard, solid
inch of the six-foot-two-inch frame completely covering her from head to toe.
Holy Black Sheep.
The urge to
wiggle just so he’d press tantalizingly closer was almost more than she could
bear. If only I was on my back… The
errant thought sent a wicked quiver straight to her core.
You’re a Marine. You don’t give in.
Sam tamped
down her burgeoning desire and willed her voice to convey calm. “Let me up,
Captain. I can explain.”
“No, and damn
right you can.” He lifted up slightly, easing some of his weight.
Thank goodness…I think.
Instead of
knocking him off balance and regaining the upper hand, she drew in a few
breaths and refrained from retaliating. She’d abducted the man. He was out of
his element. She needed to keep things
civil.
Mistake number
one.
A swift motion
had her arms yanked behind her back, while he wrapped her crossed wrists with
something strong and thin. Fishing line? Oh,
hell no!
“What in the
world do you think you’re doing?”
No answer.
“Damn it,
Captain. You let me go, now.” She
thrashed from side to side, trying her best to free her legs from his shifting
weight.
“No,” he said,
and granting her earlier wish, pressed closer.
Funny, she
wasn’t as happy about the pinning as
she’d originally imagined.
Unable to
move, and barely able to breath, she stilled. Best to see what he wanted, and
bide her time until he let his guard down. And he would let it down, of that
she had no doubt. Men always did.
Cold from the
floorboards cooled her heated skin as she twisted her face to the side. What
little breath his weight would allow funneled into her lungs. “You can get off
me now.”
No answer.
“Captain.” She
tried to draw in another breath but only coughed. “I c-c-can’t brea…”
He lifted a
mere fraction, but the extra space was enough to fill her lungs with a proper
amount of air. “Thanks.” She coughed again.
In the next
instant, he hauled her up off the floor and pulled her to the center of the
sprawling living room. Alarm raced down her spine. He’d moved the furniture to
the side. Damn man must’ve had this planned for days. Could she blame him? Of
course not. He was a Marine. She would’ve done the same.
Plopped onto a
wooden chair, arms hooked around the back, she clenched her teeth against the
pain ripping her muscles. Dammit. If
he wasn’t a Black Sheep, she’d kick his ass. Turning the tables on him would
not be a problem. But she refrained. Barely.
He doesn’t understand,
her mind reminded. You plucked him from
the middle of war and dropped him in the middle of nowhere. Therefore, you will
not give him a permanent limp.
Discipline once
again kicking in, she relaxed her shoulders and the stiffness from her arms,
and soon the sting of her restraints lessened.
“Now,
Captain,” she said as calm as possible. “Kindly tell me what the hell you think
you’re doing?”
“Why, I should
think that was obvious…Sam.”
The Marine’s
unfriendly tone sent shivers of the wrong kind down her spine. Her blood froze.
This can’t be good. She lifted her chin, refusing to be intimidated. She also
refused to look him in the eye. The last time had completely disoriented; not
at all what she needed right now.
With her gaze
fixed on his regulation tan shirt, she stared at the uniform, hoping to find
the view safer.
Wrong.
Broad
shoulders forced the material to hug his lean frame. Damn. He sure had wonderful
muscle definition for someone born before the fitness craze. Her mouth dried.
And the waxing craze. Ah hell. He had hair, too. A light sprinkling peaked out
from his collar, teasing her with thoughts of what else his uniform concealed.
She gave herself a mental shake and concentrated on the situation at hand.
“What’s
obvious, Captain, is that you’re being a jerk. So you’d better spell it out for
me. What are you doing?”
He stepped
closer without a reply.
More
intimidation tactics. Instinct cried out he wasn’t going to speak until she
looked up. Damn, stubborn…
“I’m not
interested in playing ‘who’s the baddest
Marine’ with you. It’s been one hell of a long week. I’m tired, hungry, and
thanks to you, I’m sore, so let’s call our tussle a draw.” Composed, her voice
belayed the turmoil swirling in her gut. Fine, he wanted her to look up, she’d
look up.
With
fingernails biting into her palms, she tipped her head and stared into a pair
of unmerciful, cold, blue-green eyes. Beset with an overwhelming urge to
swallow—okay, gulp; his unfriendly gaze demanded she gulp—Sam’s cowardly side
did an about-face and her chin lifted higher.
“Well? Do you
always treat women this way? Does man-handling make you feel big and
strapping?”
Frosting
further, eyes now more blue than green narrowed as his clenching jaw cracked
out an ‘I’m losing my control’ tune.
Way to go, Sam. She
pushed him into pouncing tiger mode and was the only flesh around. At least she
possessed the good sense to back down. Usually. Too bad she left good with common back on the base.
“Okay.” Keep your mouth shut. Zip it. “Can I
take your silence to mean there’s a reason you attacked me and tied me up?”
Muscled arms
folded across a broad chest, while a humorless grin crossed his face. “Oh,
there’s a reason all right, Sam. A very good one.”
“And your
reason is?”
His grin
disappeared, along with her breathing.
“To capture
the captor.”
I hope you enjoyed the little snippet of Samantha’s
and Mitch’s story. These characters were fun, sexy, hard headed, and a complete
joy to write.
Thank you for stopping by. You can find me on
several social networks. The links are up on the sidebar. I’d love to hear from
you. Don’t forget to check out Lisa Rayns, Rolynn Anderson, and Stacy Dawn next week on
Wednesday, November 28th for their part in “The Next Big Thing”.
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