I had the pleasure of listening to The Superior Word’s Easter Message, and Jim Dwyer mentioned “Romance Under Wraps.” Starts at min 4:42… Got the print screen time for ya. 4:42
‘Cause he’s a dude, he sees the cop side more than the romance side, and is almost done reading my first novel.
If you enjoy clean/Christian romantic suspense/police procedure you enjoy “Romance Under Wraps” … with the main character off the rail, Catherine Cade, an identity thief, wholly unlikeable, especially when dealing with Rick Calhoun, homicide detective.
Oh, he has plans for her all right. And she is not amenable to his offer but does she have a choice? Not even. Not if she wants to stay out of prison. And not if she wants to solve a murder — with or without the dirty cop.
How many laws will HE break and what will he sacrifice to keep her safe?
What will she do with that?
And many thanks to Linda Rodante for surprising me with a fantastic meme for one so technically challenged (me).
Today, Romance Under Wraps (new title name) is free on Kindle Unlimited. For how long? Only my publisher knows…
The cost of the Kindle copy will come waaay down once the KU copies are no longer running. Yes, I looked and near-bout passed out. However, if you are so inclined, paying ten bucks ain’t gonna hurt my feelings! But FREE is good.
What about the paperback edition? About the same price as the Kindle version should you only touch paper. Again, won’t hurt my feelings a bit if you want it!
You thought he was cute a long time ago. Now the cabby who came to your rescue after you realized your friend was murdered is dead, and Scott has the gun. Blood is everywhere.
He pointed it to your head and demanded your phone. You refused. He took it and destroyed it.
You fought back.
Angry, he taped your mouth, your hands, and threw you unceremoniously into the trunk of the dead cabby’s car. When he stopped the car and opened the trunk, you managed to free your hands and you grabbed your pepper spray. You turned and sprayed him in the face.
When you jumped from the trunk, you realized to your horror that he wasn’t fazed by the pepper spray and you’re in an enclosed garage.
He pulled you toward him by the hair and grasped your arms hard enough to hurt. He tossed you over his shoulder and pushed the door to his hideaway open. Scott Walker threw you onto a bed.
The tears in your eyes did not match the fear and anger in your heart. You won’t go without a fight. You knew you are about to die.
He said, “There is nowhere for you to go. You’re here, and you will never find a way out. “But I promise you there may yet be mercy.”
You’ve prayed every moment and you don’t believe in God, but only divine intervention can help you now.
Through the duct tape over your mouth, you begged. He sat on the bed next to you and raised a hand. You expect the worst.
No one can help me now. Your tears simply fell.
Instead he brushed your hair from your face and called you by name.
And he said… “Cheyenne, I need you to trust me and I need your help. I don’t believe in hurting anyone. Forgive me for everything I did to get you here. But I need you, your expertise. I am praying that you will say yes. God knows I need you.”
Then he gently wiped your tears away.
“Whatever you need me to do to make you feel safe, I promise that within my power, I will give you. Even if you want to leave. But you’re safe, now.”
He removed the tape from your mouth.
You whisper, “I’ll stay.”
Then he wept into his hands and said, “Thank you, Jesus. Thank you.”
So there I was, minding my own business in my Ham radio group …
*wish I had a nice setup like that*
During our usual chat time about radio, antenna stuff, the daily ‘control’ person asked about any new projects, not ham-related. I thought, well, okay. So when he got around to me, whatcha think I talked about?
Yep, “How to Steal a Romance.”
In an all-guy group. But after a moment of silence, it was all a’chatter about their wives that love romantic suspense. They all wanted my link.
Free marketing. What a thought. And almost as good as passing out business cards …
The good news is that the ebook How to Steal a Romance is on schedule, end of this month (July 31st in case COVID scrambled your calendar brain).
I’ve set up signings in my town, and I’ve been asked for an interview with Inked Voices, who are chock full of new and established authors as well as editors, agents, and publishers.
That said, COVID, oh joy of joys, has slowed the presses enough to kinda tick me off. The paperbacks will be available around September.
Next on my list is Rules of Engagement. Oh yech. I mean, editing goes slowly. Sigh. Since How to Steal a Romance is coming out soon and very soon, I am whipping my way through a novella, a sequel to How to Steal a Romance.
Name? Currently, the name of said WIP is When I Was Dead. It’s How to Steal a Romance from Rick Calhoun’s perspective. Takes place? Of course, in Whiskey River, a small community in Southern Oregon.
Then, I will return to finish Rules of Engagement. This is perhaps the most complicated of all of my works, a military/intrigue with plenty of romance and sparks in the middle of a kidnapping. You won’t find one soul in the first-person narrative. Instead, because of the plethora of characters, everything is in the third person, past tense.
Other works, in the works: Glass Slipper, a noir sequel to How to Steal a Romance with the morose medical examiner and a new tech. He doesn’t like her. At all. She thinks he’s a pig. They’ll get along great…
Next is a small town detective with zip experience, working to solve a serial murder. She is totally out of her depth and the only one in town who knows it. Alex must find another detective. Someone who knows what he/she is doing. And, a behavioral analyst. Alex and the Very Dead Doxy takes place in a rural community in Northern Minnesota.
Anyone notice a small town theme?
Next? Murder in the Mist. Takes place, again in Minnesota with one minor difference. Small one. The main character’s only help is from Whiskey River, a woman with a past like hers. That could only mean homicide detective, Catherine Cade Calhoun. With her husband out of town, homicide detective Rick Calhoun, she can take a short leave to help her friend languishing in jail. What could possibly go wrong? Alex doesn’t know what to do with her, and the main character is beside herself, a witness to a murder, as the cultish madman hunts her down.
I have the skeleton of a novel called, The Corpse in the Cupboard, which lives to its name. Kit Russell awakens in a strange town, in a strange house. Alone. Of course, a bit freaked out, she scouts out the digs she was tossed into. Finally, as she seeks coffee, she opens a broom closet and out falls a you-know-what. Most unfortunately she knows who it is. After getting said dead body back in the cupboard, a knock on the door stops her scream and a private detective, seeking shelter from a storm (which conveniently knocks out the power and the phone), walks into the kitchen when Kit’s back is turned. Oh, mercy. When he opens the broom closet he starts yelling. No wonder! So, what happened? How did she get there? Why is the woman dead? And in a cupboard? Can she trust this alleged private investigator? Can he trust her?
Welp. That’s what’s up with me.
How are you doing on your reading and writing?
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While it seems as though I am slacking, truly, I’m not.
Besides having the first 18 chapters ‘largely’ (I use that word loosely) self-edited, and 14 chapters critiqued (all awaiting more from Beta readers, grammaraholics, copyeditors… etc., because it never ends), the title of AIR has changed.
Still the same medical military thriller but because there are aspects of military AND romance, the new name is “Rules of Engagement.”
Scott Walker and Cheyenne Keyes are from different worlds. He’s a military man, she’s a scientist. He’s a man of God, she’s a woman of science. He’s from money, she’s from Tornado Alley, Anywhere, Oklahoma. They don’t exactly see eye-to-eye.
The problem? Based on a true story (fictionalized), an airborne weapon 100 nanometers in size has been unleashed upon the world.
As scientists, military, and world leaders fall prey, two people have to up their game and run ahead of the impending disaster. There is no undoing the damage or going back. There are no do-overs when death has snatched a swath of humanity. There is only now. There is only hope.
There is only faith.
With swift work, and the sacrifices many others make, then there is hope for more.