Well, I forgot to duck and now I’ve got to carry the baton again. My good friend Marilyn Byron tapped me this time. Actually I was supposed to have posted yesterday, but a family member had a sudden health crisis and spent the day at the doctors office. He is doing better now and hopefully new medication will take care of the problem. So, here I am taking part again in the Baton Blog Hop.

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My friend Marilyn is a member of Georgia Romance Writers. Maryilyn’s first book, Under the Moon Gate, was released in 2013. 

Marilyn is featured in the March/April 2014 issue of Southern Writers Magazine! Check it out HERE!

Marilyn wins a second top blogger award from the Romance Lives Forever Blog!  Check it outHERE !

HOMECOMING HOMICIDES (A Psychic Crystal Mystery–Book Two) is out in E-book and paperback. Scroll down to recent releases or go HERE for more information.

 So, please check out my friend Marilyn’s work.

Here’s how the Baton Blog Hop works. When you are tapped you post the answers to four questions on your blog and share with readers about your work. Then you pick three friends and toss the Baton to them. I’ll tell you about the people I tapped later. Right now, lets get to the fun part.

1)     What am I working on?

 

Right now I am working on promoting my current release, A Matter of Trust. This is a romantic suspense with a middle school teacher with psychic abilities who is framed for kidnapping of a young child. This kid just happened to be under the protection of an ex-Navy SEAL turn security expert. Both characters have major trust issues, but must learn to work together and trust one another in order to save the child. 

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2)     How does my work differ from others of its genre?

A Matter of Trust is different because the Maniac who is a secondary character that plays a major part in the story. The Maniac was the heroine’s imaginary friend who stuck around into adulthood. This is a fast paced romantic suspense with very strong paranormal elements. 

 

3)     Why do I write what I do?

I have to write because my characters once they catch my attention won’t leave me alone. The slip into my mind at the most inopportune times demanding that I tell their stories. Or they whisper to me of daring deeds and I have to scramble to keep up with their words.

4)     How does your writing process work?

Danged if I know. It doesn’t work most of the time, but I keep struggling with it anyway. Carving time to write is a challenge. I work full time as a teacher. I am looking forward to retiring in May, then I will have to learn to pace myself and keep writing.

A Matter of Trust is a romantic suspense with paranormal elements. I enjoyed writing this book because as they say, “it was ripped from the headlines.” The idea came after seeing a report of a woman who intervened and called the police when she saw a child she thought had been kidnapped. The woman literally saved a child’s life.

My character, Jolie is a teacher with psychic abilities. Using those abilities cost her dearly, but when a child is kidnapped, she has to team up with hot, sexy hero Mac Carlson to rescue the child. Mac is an ex-Navy SEAL and a loner. Can they learn to trust each other and work together to save the little girl?

 

Excerpt:

(Note-Maniac speaks in Italics)

This is so not good, wake up, Mary Poppins, come on, we’re in deep birdie do-do here.

Jolie’s entire body seared with fire from the inside out. Every muscle, every tendon screamed in pain. She tried to move. She could barely breathe. Her throat refused to cooperate with her order to scream. For a moment she thought herself blind as well as immobile, but the soft texture of cloth against her cheek told her that whatever had been put over her head remained. Slowly her wits returned, if not control of her body. She remembered opening the door and stepping into darkness. Then? Nothing.

No, that’s not right. They drugged us. Didn’t you feel that needle? Hurt like hell. Probably still does, but we can’t feel it with the effect of whatever the hell he gave us.Jolie managed a groan deep in her throat.

Or maybe just in her mind. My arm, my pain, not yours, she admonished the Maniac.

Not the time to quibble. I suppose I could go and leave you alone.

Don’t you dare. It would be just like you to leave me at a time like this. Why didn’t you warn me? You can feel when a child is in danger, but can’t tell when I’m about to be abducted? What kind of guardian angel are you anyway?

Never claimed to be an angel. Besides, you know it doesn’t work that way. We can’t help ourselves. Only others.

Well, if you ask me, it’s a stupid rule.            

Not my rule.

Where are we? Jolie tried to move and found her limbs unresponsive.

Haven’t got the foggiest. Can’t see a damn thing with this bag over your head. The Maniac snickered at her little joke.

Now is so not the time to be funny.

Do something.

I can’t move, I’ve tried.

Crap, whatever he used still hasn’t worn off.

Jolie’s attention caught on that one word. He? She willed her body to move but nothing happened.

Why don’t you do something? Jolie couldn’t feel her arms, much less move them. Why do I have to do it all?

Quiet, someone’s coming. Don’t let him know we’re awake.

Like I could. Panic surged within her when someone or something moved nearby. A subtle shift here, a sound there. Chills tingled down her spine. How many were there? What did they want with her? What were they going to do with her, do to her?

Fear choked her. Perspiration pooled in certain areas of her body. Armpits, upper lip, valley between her breasts, all damp. The scent of fear filled her nostrils. Her fear. Thick tangible, choking, debilitating fear. It ran through her veins like poison. Somewhere deep in her chest a small child-like whimper began, built pressure and forced its way between her clenched lips.

She would not be a wimp. She would not.

We’re not in any immediate danger, I would sense if evil were lurking.

Now you’re a freaking evil barometer. Jolie drew strength from the calmness of the Maniac’s voice.

Well, duh? How else do you think I know these things?

Well, why didn’t you… Jolie stilled her thoughts. Never mind, listen they’re coming closer.

Slowly the paralysis relaxed. Jolie tried and found she could move her fingers. Maybe even her arms. She held her body tense, waiting, hoping for a chance. A chance to do what? She was a teacher, not a pugilist. Teachers weren’t even allowed to paddle kids these days.

I am so screwed. Jolie realized she could move, but had no idea what to do with that new ability. Should have taken some sort of self-defense class instead of doubling up on reading instructions, Jolie grumbled. Slowly she moved her foot, testing for bindings. She could move her feet, her hands, and even lift her head, if she moved slowly. Apparently her abductors were so confident in the drug used to render her helpless they felt no need to bind her. Their mistake, she hoped.

Okay, we can use this to our advantage. Try moving an arm, see if you can push the damn cloth away from our eyes.

Biting back a retort at the Maniac’s order, Jolie slowly moved her arm, her fingers feeling for the edge of the cloth covering her face. By cautious inches, she pushed the material away from her face.

Shit.

Total darkness greeted her. Jolie groaned. So much for that.

She moved her hand back to her side, letting her fingers slide over the surface where she lay. It felt like silk, no, satin. Her hand fanned out, moving over the smooth, cool surface. When the fog gradually cleared from her befuddled brain, she took in more details. Softness beneath her. Satin smoothness, soft like a mattress. Jolie’s breath caught in her throat when she and the Maniac reached the same conclusion at the same time.

Not good. We’re in someone’s bed.

Total darkness surrounded her and yet she could feel someone watching her. Her senses were in hyper drive. Warning tingles ran along her spine. Someone was definitely nearby, watching her.

He’s here.

Now, here’s the passing of the Baton!

 First person I’ve tapped is Melba Moon. Melba writes fiction for Gilded Dragonfly Books and is the author of 5 Easy Lessons to Improve Your Child’s Reading. Check out Melba’s website, http://www.MelbaMoon.com

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Second up is Scarlet Pumpernickle. Scarlet is a blogger who runs a blog to review fiction. Check out http://www.boomersguidetofiction.wordpress.com.

So that’s it folks. Thanks for visiting. Leave a comment for a chance to win a free book!

 

Happy reading.

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