The first book I ever published was THANKS FOR GIVING, a holiday novella revolving around…surprise…a National Guardsman reconnecting with the sister to one of his men who was KIA, and his estranged father. The first novel I had published was MEET YOUR MATE, a romantic suspense about a woman who goes undercover on a reality bachelor TV show when someone starts threatening the ‘groom’.
Tell us about your new release.
I actually have two. My latest release with The Wild Rose Press is a contemporary western novella COWBOY-SEXY, about a former female Marine sent by her practical jokester superior to help out at his dude ranch while he’s still deployed—too bad he didn’t okay it with his twin brother, a former Navy SEAL who hates the Corps. And too bad he secretly told their mom that Cammie and Finn were engaged.
What are your favorite hero traits that you cannot resist?
I cannot resist reading or writing about a tortured hero. Usually an alpha who was scarred in the past and has to deal with that issue. I find them delicious! In COWBOY-SEXY, my hero Finn, the former Navy SEAL, is scarred both physically and emotionally from a bomb when he rescued a green Marine in Afghanistan, then was medically discharged…and dumped by his fiancée.
Mitch, my Black Sheep pilot from CAPTIVE HERO, has the horrors of WWII on his shoulders, and not only has to deal with ‘abandoning’ his men, he has to adjust to our time.
Two irresistible, alpha heroes.
Yes, actually for Finn (and his twin brother Brett who is getting his own book), I pictured Alex O’Loughlin from Hawaii Five-O.
If your hero magically appeared in the flesh and walked into your room right now, what would you say to him?
Whether it was Finn or Mitch, I’d say, “Damn…I’m good!” lol
Do your heroines, Cammie or Samantha, take after you? Or are they someone you wish you could be?
They both have my desire to help people and make things better, but they are definitely women I wish I could be. Their strength and courage is an aspiration. And Samantha’s desire to work for NASA and fly the shuttle is something I wish I had the smarts to do!
Some quickies:
Dog or Cat? Cat
Flowers or Chocolate? Chocolate
Steak or Lobster? Steak (Prime Rib…yum!)
Denim or Leather? Denim
Chiseled jaw line or Chiseled abs? Chiseled abs
High heels or Flipflops? Flipflops
Mountains or Beach? Beach
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Captive Hero
Available at Amazon
Test flying an invisible plane—unreal. Time-shifting to WWII—unbelievable. Capturing a hero—unavoidable.
Blurb:
When Marine Corps test pilot, Captain Samantha Sheppard accidentally flies back in time and inadvertently saves the life of a WWII VMF Black Sheep pilot, she changes history and makes a crack decision to abduct him back to the present. With the timeline in jeopardy, she hides the handsome pilot at her secluded cabin in the Colorado wilderness.
But convincing her sexy, stubborn captive that he is now in another century proves harder than she anticipated—and soon it becomes difficult to tell who is captor and who is captive when the more he learns about the future, the more Sam discovers about the past, and the soul-deep connection between them.
As their flames of desire burn into overdrive, her flying Ace makes a historical discovery that threatens her family’s very existence. Sam’s fears are taken to new heights when she realizes the only way to fix the time-line is to sacrifice her captive hero...or is it?
Can love truly survive the test of time?
Excerpt:
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Sam twisted around and cocked her head. “To take a shower. Is that okay with you, Captain? Or will you think I’m contacting the Germans?”
Guilt clawed at her gut. Okay, harsh and uncalled for, but she was exhausted and plumb tired of trying to convince the stubborn man she wasn’t the enemy, and he no longer resided in the twentieth century.
“And what if I do?” A lethal calm undercoated his soft tone.
Sam yanked free. “Surely you’ve used the bathroom the past few days?”
“Of course.”
“I think you would’ve noticed a radio or telegraph.”
A smile twitched her lip. Communication equipment back in the 1940’s had been quite bulky.
“Perhaps there’s a secret panel or something I don’t know about…and you do.”
Mistrust deepened the lines of exhaustion on his face, reminding her he’d had a rough week too.
“I’ve no problem with you taking a shower, Samantha,” he continued, dropping the duffle bag on the table.
“Good.”
He finally thought straight. Clearly. Rationally. She adjusted the strap on her shoulder and stepped past him.
“You’re just not getting one alone.”
Sam stopped dead. Her first thought…damn! Then, hell ya. By thought number three, sanity had returned, bringing along a little slice of fury. Her bag hit the floor with a violent thud before she pivoted around to face him.
“I’ve been more than fair—refraining from kicking your ass, letting you tie me up and stick me in a chair while you interrogated me.”
Kiss the sense from my brain.
“Fair?” He scowled. “You want to talk about fair?”
Typical Marine. Mitch got right in her face again, but there was nothing typical about the pure magnetism assaulting her senses, provoking desire with heat from his rock hard body.
Maybe a shower together wasn’t such a bad idea…
“I didn’t ask to be drugged,” he snapped. “I didn’t ask to be taken from the war. I didn’t ask to be dropped here so I could twiddle my thumbs while my buddies are fighting for their lives.” His rough voice boomed through the silent cabin, adding to the weight of guilt already pressing on her shoulders.
“I’ve apologized for that, Mitch, and explained I didn’t have a choice. So cut me some friggin’ slack, will you?”
“No, Samantha, I won’t,” he said coldly. “You can take your time-shift excuse and shove it up your…duffle bag. I told you. I’m not buying it.”
“You know what? Whatever. Believe what you want.” She thrust her hands in the air. “If your mind feels safer believing I’m a spy, instead of the granddaughter of one of your good friends, go ahead. You’d rather live in fear for the next few days thinking the Germans will come barging in any minute…go right ahead. I can’t appease your paranoia. That’s your demon.”
“No, Samantha.” His head cocked. “You are.”
Pain, unexpected yet swift, burned her throat and stung her eyes. No way would she let him know how much his words hurt. No way.
“Gee, thanks. I’ve been called a witch before, but never a demon.”
He snorted. “Can’t imagine why.”
The pain deepened, so she smiled brighter. “Yeah, well, like I said, whatever. You can stay in your world of delusion. I’m going to get that shower.”
He stepped with her and blocked her passage. “I’m not done.”
“Too bad, because I am.” She looked up into his impassive face and held his stare. “Either you move on your own, or I’ll move you. The choice is yours, Captain.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
Without hesitation, Sam positioned her foot behind his ankle and smacked him with a well-placed palm to his shoulder. Knocked off balance, he sailed backward and collided with the back of the couch.
“Ask and you shall receive.”
She straightened her sweater and stepped toward her duffle bag, a small smile twitching her lips. That felt good.
She should’ve known he wouldn’t let things rest. He was a Marine. Seized from behind, Sam met the wall, elbows bent, palms flat near her head.
“Not so fast.”
Large hands held hers in place, while deep, panting, hot breaths washed over her neck and ear, stoking her core’s dormant fire to blistering life. Dammit! She did not want to be attracted to him.
“We need to lay a few ground rules.”
His sexy voice goose-fleshed her skin. Bastard. Pressed firmly into her back, he conformed every delicious, toned muscle to keep her immobile. She liked his toned muscles. She didn’t like immobile.
“I agree.” She pushed back with all her might and promptly regretted the action.
Mistake number two.
The pissed off pilot increased the pressure of his solid body, stirring longings she should not have for the bulging erection plastered against her ass.
“Settle down, you minx, and listen. You will go nowhere without me. Like it or not, I’m your shadow. Do you understand?”
Her heart stopped, along with her struggles. “You expect to sleep with me?”
Long and thick, his erection jumped at her words. Jumped! Sam inhaled and closed her eyes tight to hold back a moan. You will not be aroused. You will not be aroused.
She was aroused.
“No,” he finally said, voice as strained as his body. “I’ll lock you in your room. I’m not about to try to sleep worrying you’re going to shove a knife in my chest the second I close my eyes.”
He expected to sleep if they shared a bed? Sam swallowed back a bout of hysterical laughter. There’d be no sleep, no knife, and he’d be doing all the shoving.
She cleared her throat, opened her eyes and refocused. The bedroom doors locked from the inside, therefore, he couldn’t possibly carry out his threat. Still, he was smart. No doubt he already had a plan. She decided to dig.
“Aren’t you afraid I may have a radio in my room?”
“No.”
No? Wanting to see his face, she used the slight slackening in his body to push back and twist around.
Chalk up another mistake for Samantha the stupid.
A quick recovery had Mitch plastering her against the wall, every solid, hard inch he possessed rubbing her sensitized form. Strong and fierce, wicked cravings cancelled the fight from her mind. She stilled.
Talk about captured.
Damn, he felt…damn. She never experienced anything so incredible. Her gaze dropped to his mouth so achingly close. She’d love nothing more than for those delicious lips to seize hers again.
Stay strong, her mind ordered. You can get past this. In an attempt to regain control, Sam reclosed her eyes and inhaled.
Mistake number four.
He smelled hot, woodsy, manly. Ah hell, she was in trouble. The man oozed testosterone like it was free. Okay, so it was, but damn. All her combat experience with said male affliction couldn’t help her now. Her trusty immune system against rockin’ hot men failed her for the first time. Ever. She didn’t have a defense against it. Not with him. Her control slipped further, and when she opened her eyes, her heart literally performed a defensive spiral in her chest.
He’d switched gears too. Hunger deepened his gaze to mirror warm Bermuda waters and devoured the remnants of her strength.
Trouble. She was in deep. Liquid heat throbbed through her core, aching to consume the thick, bulging erection now pressing her belly. God, she never wanted anyone this bad before. Never ached with such force.
Lack of control was completely new.
Maybe if she’d had sex just once in the past seven months she could combat this dangerous desire. But she hadn’t. And she couldn’t.
Breath clogged her dry throat. What was he waiting for? Why didn’t he do something?
With escape no longer a thought, Sam’s need to set the mistaken pilot straight, to make him understand the truth, flew into the wild blue yonder as a greater need, a deeper, stronger need prevailed.
Her need for Captain Mitchell.
“Shit,” someone muttered, a second before their lips met in a heated, mutual, frenzy.
Hands still captured by his, she leaned into him and rejoiced at his low, guttural groan. He kissed her again and again with mind drugging precision, and she met the give-and-take demands with equal zeal, his lips drawing a response clear up from her curled toes.
If hot had a taste, it was Mitch. The man melted her bones. Oh, he was good. He threw down desire’s gauntlet and need commanded she returned the pleasure.
She did.
Giving herself over to the kiss, Sam poured all her energy, all she had into the passionate embrace. Solid and delectably broad, the captain’s chest pressed into hers, peaking her nipples on contact. The only way this could be better was if they were both naked. Heat spiraled to her core, spiking out in all directions as he thrust against her.
Air. She needed air, but that would mean breaking apart. Not an option. She let out a moan instead and thrust back.
“Yeah,” he whispered, relinquishing her mouth to nuzzle her neck.
Shivers raced to her feet, teasing her most intimate spots along the way. Cripes, she’d give him ten hours to stop. Using the unexpected break to fill her lungs, Sam closed her eyes and quivered as his lips teased the sensitive skin behind her ear. She moaned again.
Head lifting a fraction, he stared into her eyes. “Like that?”
“Yes…”
He released her hands and skimmed a path down her sides, brushing her breasts, her nipples, her waist, straight to the curve of her hips where his fingers curled in a light caress.
She inhaled sharply. Anticipating. Waiting. Needing those hands on her, everywhere, touching all of her…especially south.
“I know,” he said, then slowly brought his mouth to hers again.
They kissed as if the act were as natural as breathing. As if she knew him, longed for him, missed him because they’d been apart for weeks, years…centuries. She didn’t want to stop. He tasted too damn good. Hot. Aroused. A wickedly delicious combination she’d now crave to her grave.
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January 19, 2013
12 comments:
It's a pleasure to feature you, Donna, on DITHR! I hope you enjoy your spotlight this week!
Wishing you many happy sales!
Thank you so much for having me, Renee!
Both are GREAT stories. I thoroughly enjoyed them. And I love how you have specific visuals for your heroes.....hot men LOL
Thanks, Stacy!
Yes, visuals are great. I do thrive on them. lol
I visualized Jim Caviezel as Jack Anderson in Meet Your Mate. And Jensen Ackles as Daniel Hollenbeck in Thanks For Giving.
:-)
I just wanted to stop by and say that I love your books. :) Don't put me in your drawing because I already have both on my nook!
Awe, thank you, Kim!
LOVE the excerpt! More for my wishlsit! :) Thanks for sharing!
-Amber
goodblinknpark@yahoo.com
Thanks, Amber. So good to see you again!
I have not yet read a story that dealt with the military. Your books sound very interesting, especially Cowboy-Sexy.
Thanks for letting us get to know you.
Sarah Hoss
sarah-hoss AT hotmail.com
Thank you, Sarah.
I love all kind of heroes, but I do tend to gravitate toward an alpha, military hero who has an event from the past to overcome.
Nice interview and excerpt.
bn100candg(at)hotmail(dot)com
Thank you, bn100!
Glad you enjoyed. Good luck!
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