“Hell.” Mac Carlson hit speed dial for a second time, one white knuckled hand gripped the steering wheel. Crap like this didn’t happen on his watch. Carlson Group, though new in Atlanta, ranked number one in the security business.
He punched speed dial for the third time and swerved to miss a car that pulled out in front of him. He swore at the driver and flipped him off. The idiot would have killed a less skilled driver. Why didn’t they answer the damned phone?
The Knights’ alarm had activated and then fallen silent. Why? Mac had dropped Allen Knight off earlier at a meeting downtown. Only Knight’s wife and daughter stayed home, along with the family’s personal security, of course.
Could be a false alarm. Yeah, right. Like the newly installed multi-faceted security system all malfunctioned at once, no chance. Besides, Mac trusted his instincts and alarm bells were jangling through every cell of his being. His gut said this was real, and it wasn’t going to be pretty.
“Answer the phone.”
Where the hell was security? If Allen had allowed him to handpick the on-premise security team this wouldn’t be happening. Mac’s fist pounded the steering wheel.
“Hell.” Mac Carlson hit speed dial for a second time, one white knuckled hand gripped the steering wheel. Crap like this didn’t happen on his watch. Carlson Group, though new in Atlanta, ranked number one in the security business.
He punched speed dial for the third time and swerved to miss a car that pulled out in front of him. He swore at the driver and flipped him off. The idiot would have killed a less skilled driver. Why didn’t they answer the damned phone?
The Knights’ alarm had activated and then fallen silent. Why? Mac had dropped Allen Knight off earlier at a meeting downtown. Only Knight’s wife and daughter stayed home, along with the family’s personal security, of course.
Could be a false alarm. Yeah, right. Like the newly installed multi-faceted security system all malfunctioned at once, no chance. Besides, Mac trusted his instincts and alarm bells were jangling through every cell of his being. His gut said this was real, and it wasn’t going to be pretty.
“Answer the phone.”
Where the hell was security? If Allen had allowed him to handpick the on-premise security team this wouldn’t be happening. Mac’s fist pounded the steering wheel.
I’ve tracked down Jolie Wyngate heroine of A Matter of Trust and want her to tell us about Mac Carlson. Jolie is sitting beside the pool at the Arizona estate of a well-known congressional candidate. He and Mac are buds from way back and he’s extended his hospitality to the couple. After working together to rescue a kidnapped child, Mac and Jolie are taking a well-deserved break now that the bad guy has been taken care of. (At least that’s what they think as they visit Sedona, Arizona for a little R & R.)
MJ: “Jolie, the question we would like to have answered is what makes Mac great hero material?
Jolie: “Mac is certainly hero material, just ask the Maniac, she’s quite taken with him.”
MJ: “Okay, let’s start with physical appearance, is there anyone you think Mac favors?”
Jolie laughs, the sound carries on the warm Arizona breeze. “He looks a bit like Matthew McConaughey. But then you know that MJ, I’ve seen the picture you hung over the computer while you were working. He has a boyish charm that most women find endearing.”
MJ: “What was the first thing you noticed about Mac?”
Jolie: “His smile and he has really nice teeth. And that dimple beside his mouth. But his eyes, he has the most beautiful, dreamy eyes. But you do remember the first time I saw him, right? That first impression was a little hard to shake. I thought he was an alien!”
MJ: “Yes, I remember, he was wearing night-vision goggles, wasn’t he?” I smiled at the memory. “So, what else about Mac made an impression?”
Jolie: “His sense of duty and honor, you do remember he was a SEAL?”
MJ: “Did you find working with Mac a challenge?”
Jolie: Definitely, he has big time trust issues. But you’ve got that under control right?
MJ: “Me?”
Jolie: “You’re the author, you’re the one who gave him those trust issues.”
MJ: (I suddenly realize what comes next in the plot and decide to change the topic) “What do you think is the most important character trait for a hero?”
Jolie: “Honesty is very high on my list.”
MJ: Still remembering where we are in the plot. Uh oh. Mac can still pull this out if he’s careful. “How about on the hotness scale. Where would you rank Mac on a scale of 1 to 5 with 5 being too hot to handle?”
Jolie: Again with the giggle. “Mac is definitely a 5+.”
MJ: “Why?”
Jolie: “He’s in top shape, has a killer smile and Paul Newman eyes. Just being near him is enough to make your toes curl.”
MJ: “Where is this male paragon?”
Jolie: “He went to get the Jeep, we’re going to explore red rock country. I want to see Bell Rock.”
MJ: “Bell Rock? Well, y’all be careful.” I decide not to distract Jolie any longer because I know she… well, read the book and you will see!
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About the Author:
MJ Flournoy loves crafting stories of romance and suspense. Her interest in writing grew organically from her love of reading. A late bloomer, MJ attended college as a non-traditional student and earned a degree in history with an eye toward writing historical romance.
After graduation from college, MJ became a middle school teacher, which helps to keep her grounded in the real world while her plots take her away to the extraordinary worlds of imagination and creativity. MJ enjoys adding a twist of paranormal to her plots.
MJ makes her home in rural Georgia with her husband. She has two children and two
grandchildren. Her favourite activities are writing, reading, and travel.
