Guest blogger: Kallie Lane
Thanks so much for inviting me to chat today! I thought I’d jump right in with one of my favorite topics—books that I love and why I read them.
When I can’t take a vacation, but need one, my favorite thing to do is cozy up with a great book. I read romantic fiction, usually page-turners with characters that fly off the pages by the seat of their pants. I like a good series in particular. Love revisiting with intriguing characters I’ve met before, all of whom feel like old friends stopping by to fill me in on their latest adventures. I trust them to keep me entertained, just as they’ve always done in the past.
Romance? Oh yes, it’s a must, particularly between a man and woman bound together by less than ideal circumstances. Because, really, what else would an environmentalist from Chibougamau and a tough-as-nails black force operative from the wilds of Ecuador have in common, unless it’s heat-of-the-moment passion? However, if you believe that, you would be wrong. Writers are known to map wonderful, everlasting possibilities right alongside the sexual tension.
Emotion is another essential ingredient in novels I enjoy. Joy, fear, sadness, anger, trust, surprise, disgust, anticipation…well, you get the idea. When a heroine and hero face unbeatable odds, emotions are always in play, helping to ramp up the tension, making characters real, and the book believable.
Ah, tension…as in nail-biting suspense; plot conflicts with twists and turns; red herrings leading the reader astray; relationship issues; and dicey sexual moments. What more can a reader ask for?
There is only one thing more important to me, and that is the writer’s voice. Every author has a way of storytelling, many of them wild and wonderful. I sample new authors like a wine aficionado at a tasting, and thankfully, my ‘tried and true’ list is expanding. Otherwise, I’d be waiting a very long time for the next read to come along from a favorite author.
For more information about my books, please visit me at www.kallielane.com. I look forward to hearing from you. I thought as an introduction to my series and the Shadow Soldier world, I would give away three ebook copies of the novel where it all began, Deadly Abandon. If you’d like the chance to win a copy, please leave a comment on the following topic: What’s your favorite thing about a story? What keeps you glued to the pages? The giveaway will close on 6 October 2013. (The giveaway is now closed. The winners were Helen, Lyn and Brenda.)
Thank you, and happy reading everyone!
She rounded the corner and smacked into two-hundred-plus pounds of raw power. He was a tall man—maybe six three or four—wide-shouldered, narrow hipped, easy on the eyes and impossible to ignore. His frame lean and hard, he wore thigh-gloving jeans and a Harley Davidson T-shirt tattooed across a rock-solid chest.
A black bandanna wrapped around an arm. Fashion statement or injury? Before she had time to decide, he snaked a hand out to restrain her.
“Stand still,” he said, when she struggled in his grasp. Voice deep, the rich baritone rumbled through the room with quiet authority. “Who are you? How did you get in here?”
His grip eased a fraction. She drew in a breath as the heat of his strong fingers loosened around her bicep. Then she shifted back a few paces to look him in the eye. He was a man used to being obeyed. Squaring her shoulders and gritting her teeth, she flipped him a get real glower. She also ordered her legs to stop shaking.
“I’m the veterinarian, Breeana McGill. I was called here for a police emergency, to treat an injured dog.”
His gaze missed nothing as it raked her over, apparently trying to decide if she was legit. She knew how she must look in her frou-frou gym gear, wanted to sink through the floor and disappear from view…
“You’re the vet? Really?” He cocked an eyebrow, pressed his lips together as if stifling a laugh. “Get some booties on your feet before you destroy more evidence.”
“What? I don’t care about you and your booties. I have a sick animal to deal with. Step aside.”
A full-blown smile edged his lips as he grabbed a pair of blue shoe coverings from a box on the kitchen table and waited for her to slip them over her Nikes. Only then did he reach behind her and touch the handle on the laundry room door.
“Cookie, this I gotta see.”