Monday, April 1, 2013

Open Mic Monday spotlights "Hell or High Water"


Thanks to my disorganization in an attempt for organization--yeah, I know, it's ridiculous--Open Mic Monday is getting a late start today (2PM instead of 2AM...ugh, I drive myself crazy).  Please welcome author, Jerrie Alexander, who's sharing a guest post and an excerpt of her novel, "Hell or High Water".  There's more! She's also doing a giveaway of 1 copy of "Green Eyed Doll" plus "Hell or High Water" bookmarks so please enter to win at the bottom of the post.  Contest is tour wide, ending on April 16. 
Drum roll, please!  Welcome, Jerrie! I truly appreciate your sharing with us today. 

Hell or High Water (Lost and Found, Inc. #1)
by Jerrie Alexander
Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Categories: Action/Adventure
Publisher: Etopia Press
Release Date: February 22, 2013
Heat Level: Steamy
Word Count: 80,000

Coming soon...


Amber, thank you for having me as your guest. I'm excited to get to know your friends and introduce them to my soon to be released romantic suspense, HELL or HIGH WATER, book 1 in The Lost and Found, Inc series.
When I write, I wear many different hats. (Metaphorically, of course) So try and imagine me sitting in front of my computer wearing my Malcolm McDowell hat on, (This movie has become a cult film...A Clockwork Orange) with one eye made-up to the nines, terrorizing innocent people who get in my way. 
Or maybe, I've donned my Phantom of the Opera's mask, killing off character's who refuse to do what I want. People who don't understand that I have their best interest at heart. People who don't realize how damaged I am inside. People who die for not bending to my will.
Then I slip on my heroine's hat of mystery. How'd she get into this mess? Strong willed and brave, she'll do what it takes to solve the mystery and survive. Maybe, as she fights her way through her story, she'll fall in love on the way.
Ah, the hero. *sigh* Okay, so he doesn't have a hat. Getting into the mind of a hundred percent kick ass male, who doesn't think he needs love to survive, is great fun. Hat or no hat. If I struggle with his persona, I'll turn to my standby song Holding Out For A Hero. If you don't know this one, please, go to Itunes and look up Bonnie Tyler.  
For me, this process is a method. It's my way to dig deep into the characters persona and tell the story from his/her point of view without my ideas or morals interfering. 
Not that'd I'd be opposed to putting on a black fedora or silver belly Stetson if I thought it would get me past a particularly hard scene to write. Shoot, I'd write naked if it worked. But that's another post. 
After all of my research is complete and I understand their motivations, immersing myself in a character, trying to feel and react as he or she would, is the best way for me to develop separate and distinguishable personalities for each person in the book. Only my readers can tell me if I've done a good job.

I love all of your hats, Jerrie.  I'm sure the readers will feel the emotion you've poured into your work. Thanks for letting us see a glimpse of your process.  Now let's learn a bit more about "Hell or High Water." 

Blurb
When ex-SEAL Nate Wolfe learns a woman from his past is in danger, nothing will stop him from protecting her. Not even her.

Dallas Child Protection Services Investigator Kay Taylor doesn't want or need Nate in her life. But he doesn't seem to understand the word no. He seems to also have forgotten the brand he left on her heart. 

When Kay is taken and sold to a monster, the devil himself couldn't stop Nate from doing whatever it takes to find her...but will he be in time?

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

This sounds great, Jerrie!  Who doesn't love a sexy SEAL, ex or otherwise?  Let's read an excerpt...

An excerpt of Hell or High Water....
ate picked the lock on Kaycie’s apartment and eased inside. The minute he stepped through the door the hair on the back of his neck rose. She wasn’t home, so why the sizzle of nerves? He shook it off.

It wasn’t difficult to convince himself that looking around was purely tactical. Necessary to ensure he could protect her.

Tyrell and Marcus would arrive in an hour. The three of them were having an intervention with Kaycie when she got home. She’d protest him getting involved, but until he stopped the threat against her she’d travel with an armed bodyguard.

The open floor plan of her small apartment lumped the kitchen, dining and living area into one big room and made for easy defending. The solid wall of windows troubled him, but he could close the blinds, effectively eliminating the possibility of someone getting a clear shot. He double-checked the locks on the windows. He shoved his fingers through his hair, tying it off his face.

The room at the end of the hall had to be Kaycie’s bedroom. He moved silently, stopped just inside the doorway, and breathed in the air where she slept. Sensible Kaycie, the room wasn’t elaborate or fancy. No luxurious king-size bed; she slept on a queen.

He could make do with a queen. If she was stretched out naked in it. He applied a mental head slap. No complications needed.

Every open space was filled with books, souvenirs, and pictures. He wondered if she’d kept the Saint Jude medallion. Maybe tucked it away in the back of the jewelry box or wrapped in tissue secured in one of those drawers on the dresser. More likely, she’d dropped it in the nearest trashcan the day he left for boot camp.

She deserved a better man, somebody without all his baggage. Somebody who didn’t reach for a weapon at every sound. Somebody who’d always be there for her.

The front door opened and closed, snapping him to the present. Nate froze. His pulse quickened. Not good. He’d let his thoughts wander and missed hearing the lock turn.

Or did Kaycie have an unwelcome visitor?

Other than him.

Keys jangled and Nate released the breath he’d held. Kaycie was home. He stifled a chuckle. Finding him in her apartment would seriously piss her off.

Nate silently moved down the hall. He found her in the kitchen with her back to him. Reaching up, she removed a glass from the shelf, giving him the opportunity he needed. He moved fast, trapping her between the counter with his body, his arms wrapped around, pinning hers to her side.

She screamed and tried to whirl. Wasn’t happening. She stomped where his feet should’ve been. Nice move, but he’d spread his legs out of reach. He leaned in tighter. He wouldn’t hurt her just keep her still. Damn, she’d mastered a few self-defense techniques over the years. He tightened his grip to immobilize her.

Inches from the nape of her neck, he fought an unexpected urge to lean down and test that spot right behind her ear. The sensitive place he used to kiss again and again until she purred.

She tried to butt him with the back of her head. Time to make her aware of who had her pinned.

“Nate, you bastard. Get off me.”

Apparently, she already knew.

“That Glock on your hip is no help if it’s holstered.” He intended to rest his hand on her gun, but instead, and of its own accord, he found the palm of his hand resting on her taut belly.

He stepped back before his erection pressing against her drew her attention. Her fingers wrapped around the butt of the gun.

“Don’t try it,” he warned.

“Get over yourself.” Her tone matched the hate in her eyes. “You really think I care enough about you to shoot you?”
About the author...

A student of  creative writing in her youth, Jerrie set aside her passion when life presented her with a John Wayne husband, and two wonderful children.  A career in logistics offered her the opportunity to travel to many beautiful locations in America, and she revisits them in her romantic suspense novels.  

But the characters went with her, talked to her, and insisted she share their dark, sexy stories with others.  She writes alpha males and kick-ass women who weave their way through death and fear to emerge stronger because of, and on occasion in spite of, their love for each other.  She likes to torture people, make them suffer, and if they’re strong enough, they live happily ever after. 


The author of THE GREEN-EYED DOLL, THE LAST EXECUTION, and her latest release, HELL or HIGH WATER, Book 1 in the Lost and Found, Inc. Series, Jerrie lives in Texas, loves sunshine, children’s laughter, sugar (human and granulated), and researching for her heroes and heroines.



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4 comments:

Scheherazade said...

I found your great blog through the WLC Blog Follows on the World Literary Cafe! Great to connect! I hope you stop by to visit me at http://www.scheherazade-thewritinglife.blogspot.com/

Barb Han said...

I love this excerpt! I can't wait for the book to come out. I already read The Green-Eyed Doll and WOW! What a fantastic read. You kept me on the edge of my seat the whole book!!

laura troxel said...

Love the excerpt! cant wait to read this book.
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J Lenni Dorner said...

I found your great blog through the WLC Blog Follows on the World Literary Cafe! Great to connect!
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Thanks for the contest and fun book review.