Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Interview of Author Lynda Kaye Frazier
Latest Book: Rescued from the Dark
Buy Links: http://www.blackopalbooks.com
Well I’m an avid reader of romantic suspense and started writing about a year ago after a vivid dream. I know, sounds cliché, but that’s how it started. I work full time at a Cardiology clinic, then at night you will find me in front of my computer writing. I grew up in Pennsylvania, but now live in Arkansas, surrounded by the Ozark Mountains where I get to enjoy the four seasons without a long, cold winter. Other than spending time with my wonderful family, my favorite things to do are writing, reading and listening to music, but my most favorite is going to the beach. Surf, sand and a good book, my stress relief.
Q: What’s the first thing you did when you received word you’d sold a book?
A: I grabbed my granddaughter and danced around the living room. My book was released a week early on Amazon and I found out about it on facebook when a friend of mine sent me a message to say she bought my book. I was in shock until I checked Amazon, and there it was. Once I finished dancing I started spreading the word.
Q: What part of the book is the easiest for you to write?
A: Mercy and Jason’s first kiss. Why? It was actually one of my dreams and I basically was able to watch it unfold and when I woke up I just wrote up the events. A lot of my scenes were actually written by the characters in my dreams. Pretty cool, but when you dream about a fight scene, you wake up exhausted.
Q: What part of the book is the hardest for you?
A: For this book it was the end. Why? I had a hard time finding the right ending. This is the first of eight books and I wanted to end it just right to where you feel like the story was resolved, yet leave you with a little input for the next one. It was hard to get it right, and I hope I did.
Q: Who is your favorite character in your book and why?
A: Mercy. She is strong, independent and focused even when she struggles with her memory loss.
Q: Do all your heroes and all heroines look the same in your mind as you “head write”?
A: No. When I start a book I write out there personalities and character traits. This gives them a image in my head when I write.
Q: Do you eat comfort food when writing? If so, what food inspires your imagination?
A: I’m addicted to popcorn and cheez-its. So unhealthy but that’s what I snack on.
Q: What hobby do you enjoy when not writing?
A: I love to read and do book reviews for a BTS eMag. I find that I have the best of both worlds. I get to read great books and tell the authors how amazing their stories are.
Q: What’s your strongest point as a writer?
A: I have a vivid imagination and very life like dreams. Something I’ve always had, just never thought to use as a source to write a book.
Q: What genre would you like to try writing in but haven’t yet done so? A: I love Scifi, but could never write one. I’ve tried. I am at awe with the authors that can come up with these amazing names to other planets, species and make their descriptions so amazing it’s like these places actually exist and makes you want to visit. I have a hard time making up a new world and all the aspects that go with it and make it real. Maybe one day.
Q: Facebook, MySpace, Blogs, Chats, or Twitter. Which do you like best and why?
A: I’m addicted to facebook. If there was a support group I would be one of the first to sign up. I enjoy my blog and twitter still confuses me, but I’m learning.
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She has no memory of their love...
Kidnapped by terrorists and sent into a drug-induced coma, FBI intern Mercedes Kingsley awakes with no memory of her ordeal—or the intimate interlude that left her pregnant. Convinced her child was fathered by her ex-fiancé, she walks away from the only man she has ever loved, determined to make things work with her ex, a man the FBI suspects is implicated in her abduction.
He knows the truth, but no one will listen...
FBI undercover agent Jason Michaels remembers what Mercy can’t and those memories are breaking his heart. Forced to keep his distance from his lover and their unborn child, Jason risks his life to protect Mercy from a cell of international terrorists who have vowed to get the secrets locked in her memory, no matter the cost. Can Jason convince Mercy to trust him until she remembers their past, or will he lose her to a man who will trap her in a nightmare world of darkness from which there is no escape?
An explosion ricocheted behind Jason Michael’s eyes as the pressure mounted in his head. The rush of panic consumed him. He struggled to move, tried to swallow, but nothing. His throat burned as the flames engulfed his lungs. He needed to breathe but couldn’t. Shit. He strained to make out the muffled voice, but the pounding in his ears erased all hope. His head started to spin and he succumbed to the realization, this was it, the end. He won. The flames dampened and his heartbeat slowed as the drums subsided, then the voice became clear.
“Give it to him now you son of a bitch. What were you thinking? We still need him.”
In a split second, Jason sucked in a breath, causing stabbing pains to shoot through his chest. Every muscle fiber burned as the cold blast of air shot through his lungs releasing the oxygen his body craved. He arched his back, raising his chest up to pull in more air when his head snapped to the side and the crack from his neck echoed in his ears. The pain ripped through his jaw, racing across his cheekbone. Before he could gather his senses, intense burning set his face on fire. What the hell?
The slap against his cheek stung, and his eyes snapped open. He wrenched upright, hitting his head on the roof of the SUV. His gaze darted back and forth looking for something familiar until he locked onto the ice-cold stare of the devil himself, Shaun Flanagan.
Damn that was close. Jason could not blow his cover, even if it meant he would die as David Logan and not Jason Michaels.
“You’re finally awake, my boy. We almost lost you,” Shaun cold, emotionless laugh caused Jason’s blood to boil. “You stopped breathing, I think. It’s hard to tell with this new stuff. I hope you’re not too injured. We’ve got work to do.”
Jason’s vision blurred, but his other senses were sharp. Shaun had known exactly what the drug would do and the burn in Jason’s throat was a harsh reminder. Shaun’s sarcastic tone spoke volumes to him. He was evil and did not play by anyone’s rules but his own. Jason had spent the last two months undercover, playing their games and doing their dirty work to buddy up tight to this family. He’d earned his spot with Thomas Flanagan, but his son Shaun had issues trusting anyone, even his own father.
Jason’s anger burned inside of him, but he couldn’t afford to make mistakes, not now. He was too close. It’s time to step it up, but first the drugs had to stop. He rubbed his aching jaw with one hand, clenching his other into a fist to hide his visible shaking. He had to get control of this game before he lost everything.
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