Preview – The Enemy’s Son – Romantic Suspense

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Cora tapped her nails on the table and glanced at her watch. Other people were laughing and talking over dinner all around her while her temperature rose. She hated waiting for anyone, and this was more irritating because she was worried about her father. He never ran late. Never. She called his cell and office once more and left another message when he didn’t answer.

Jerry was her only living family member and she knew she worried too much about him. He did the same with her. It’s me and you. That’s what they always said.

Usually she found Dad waiting at a table for her, with dinner ordered and the most expensive bottle wine available ready to serve. Because he had lived most of his life with limited resources, he enjoyed splurging on her. Keith Holloway paid him way more than his accounting job required, but that was something she had been grateful for when they desperately needed the money. That was back when she started college. Now she was a top reporter in the area and making her own money.

I should go. She grabbed her purse and threw a twenty on the table, although she hadn’t ordered anything.

Outside, warm June air washed over her as she walked past the blooming rhododendrons lining the building. The soft breeze brought the relief of escape, as silly as that was. Cora filled her lungs and exhaled, trying to send the stress out with her breath. She’d go home and wait for her dad to call. He’d feel horrible for making her worry, and that dissolved any lingering anger.

Summer had exploded into full bloom, turning her home in central Oregon into a paradise. The sweet smell of flowers and freshly cut grass filled the air.

“Cora Evans?” A voice from behind stopped her as she pushed the unlock button for her red Miata. She turned and found a tall man watching her with intense, rich hazel eyes, set in a chiseled face. He was more than handsome with lighter than expected eyes. His dark hair looked almost too long. Almost.

They stared at each other like teenagers going on their first date, both trying not to smile. It was that perfect moment when you catch a stranger’s eye and share a second of blatant appreciation for each other. But this wasn’t a passing look on the street. He wanted something.

A sportscaster? Then again, not everyone worked in her industry. And what did it matter what he did, when he was focusing on her like he’d found the lost city of Atlantis?

She couldn’t look away, either, even while she felt her body temperature rising.

“Miss Evans?” He raised one eyebrow as he waited for her to answer. She managed to pull her eyes away from his face to his striking blue dress shirt long enough to collect herself.

“Yes?” Cora hesitated, looking up again and drowning in his warm hazel eyes. Almost by habit, she took a mental picture of the man, and didn’t mind the chore at all. She kept a detached gaze and took in his surprised eyes, full lips, and bronze complexion.

Oh, he’s a model! He wanted some press.

Strangely enough, he acted as mesmerized as she felt.

“I didn’t expect . . .” He searched for the words to finish his sentence, but by now the pause had grown too long to cover.

“You didn’t expect me?” she asked, amused. The semi-sharp angles on his clean-shaven face gave him a determined, focused look, and those eyes were focused on her like he’d never seen a woman before.

“You’re breathtaking.”

Now he could be amused because his words put a rose blush on her cheeks. She had no idea of how to answer that, unless she wanted to say, “Are you busy tonight?”

Wow. After an hour of staring at each other over dinner, maybe she’d let him steal a kiss. They could take a walk and visit the park where he could gaze into her eyes, tell her how beautiful she was, and ever so slowly lean in for a kiss. He’d pretend to be shy, of course, but knowing. She could picture his bedroom eyes and the unspoken question…

Wait! She needed to figure out where on earth her father had gone.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you, or scare you just then, but I needed to let you know your father couldn’t meet you tonight.”

Then why didn’t he call? And who are you?

“You know my father?” she asked out loud. He didn’t answer her question, and Cora wondered if he preferred for her to stare at him and forget she asked. His sure, sweet smile made her want to smile back at him, but she dug down deep for some self control. Something was off here. Finally, she said, “I don’t believe I’ve met you before.”

He flashed a smile, a bright, friendly and sexy-as-all-get-out smile.

“No, you haven’t. I’m Nick.” He extended his hand, and she hesitated, but then shook hands. They didn’t shake, just firmly held on for a quick minute. “I just stopped by to let you know your father’s tied up at work.”

She spent hours interviewing people and practicing active listening and eye contact. So why did this feel so awkward?

“I tried to call him.” How ridiculous. Why did her father send a stranger to relay the message? Anything to do with Jerry’s work and Keith Holloway got questions running through her mind. People throughout the city applauded Keith as a hero for donating money in all the right places, but she just didn’t trust the Holloways.

Her reporter skills kicked in even while she laughed inwardly. Not everything was a scandal waiting to happen.

She asked, “Why didn’t my dad just call me?”

With an overly helpful expression, he said, “He’s busy at the moment.”

He’s lying. But why? Three facts intrigued Cora: the man’s hesitance, his good looks, and the fact that she had never met him or heard her father mention him. Nick… the name didn’t ring a bell at all. She wanted to know more, but at the same time she felt the need to get out of there.

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Fire Eyes – Short Story

Fire Eyes….

 

She wasn’t afraid at all. The wolf met her gaze with penetrating amber eyes and slowly slinked her way, sniffing the ground. She leaned back on a log next to a tiny shade creek. The water shhhh-ed over its pebbly bed and the insects buzzed. Even with the large animal in front of her, she felt complete peace.

Sunshine danced all over like it was reflecting off a disco ball, glimmering through a light morning forest mist. The wolf blinked, turned and disappeared into the mist and trees, leaving her with a longing to jump up and follow him.

 

Avery’s eyes jolted open. It’d just been a dream, a very real dream.

7: 08 am. There wasn’t much point in trying to go back to sleep. Sighing, she crawled out of bed, made a stop in the bathroom and padded into the kitchen to tell her dad about the wolf dream.

Then she remembered. It always hit her hard to see that empty spot at the kitchen table. Dad wouldn’t be there reading his paper ever again. The stupid tears came, the fluttering of her heart. It was so unfair how this tore her apart over and over. Like losing her dad once wasn’t enough.

The emptiness of the house overcame her, new again every day. Eighteen and on her own. Alone. She went back to her room, cranked up the radio and slid back into the still warm covers.

Four hours later, she tried restarting her day with a quick shower and a bowl of granola before heading out to her favorite hiking trail, the one place where she could feel her dad and remember without it hurting…quite as much.

Inside her car, she found a note that said, “That orange light means to add gas. I put in five gallons.” She could hear Ke’s always laughing voice in her head. He’d even drawn a smiley face on the note. She looked down the hill at his driveway, thinking she’d invite him on her hike, but his car was gone. He was quiet and kept to himself but he did keep an eye on her, even checking that her car had gas. Five gallons was plenty to drive to her hiking spot and back into town.

Once she arrived and parked at the trail head, she got out and took a minute to soak in the sun, the smell of pine and moist grass, and listen to the faint breeze up in the trees.

The air felt about mid-eighties in the sunshine but she’d be in the cool forest soon. She pulled on a sweater and then her backpack filled with food, water, her camera, sketching paper and pencils. She often wondered if the tiny places and nuances of the forest would simply fade away, unmarked by mankind, if no one found and enjoyed them.

Once she entered the sun-spotted world of ferns, moths and tiny creeks crossing her path, she forgot about life that involved houses, roads and other people. In that world, she felt lonely. But out here, physically alone, she didn’t.

She found delicate wild strawberries growing in a small patch of sun and clicked a picture of the tiny berries just starting to change to pink. Higher up, a trickle of water ran across the path. Right where it entered, she photographed a fern arching over the water and a waterskipper skimming underneath. The pictures would help her draw later.

Something snapped right behind her, then something bumped against her hard. Instantaneously she felt something grab her, trapping her arms down.

Just as she screamed, a stinky hand clamped down on her mouth, pushing her top lip into her teeth. Still, with her mouth forced shut, she yelled, straining her throat and making her eyes water.

“Hush! Or I’ll hurt you even worse.”

Despite the threat, she yelled into his hand, even as he kicked her feet out from under her and dragged her backwards roughly, right into the brush on the other side of the trail. Avery fought back. Like hell she was going to listen to him. She thrashed, kicked and made as much noise as possible. The man cursed and pulled her through more branches.

“I’ll make you sorry, stupid little-”

A growl and streak of dark silenced him. He stopped pulling and she pushed her chin down to see a large, dark gray wolf snarling at them, its face close to the ground like it planned to lunge. She flinched, trying to throw her hands up over her face, but her arms were trapped. Helpless, she could only look right back into the wolf’s amber eyes, glowing like fire because they were so bright against his dark fur.

The crappy excuse of a man shoved her toward the animal.

Avery screamed in terror, flailing. The wolf jumped the out of the way as she fell onto the ground. Just as she scampered away, the wolf jumped at the man and knocked him over onto his back. Scampering, gasping, she had no idea what to do but run.

She didn’t see a path or even look for one, but instead pushed and clawed through branches and thorns, trying to get away. It took a long time to break free from the briars and bushes into an opening. It was dark forest with a pine needle floor arching up a hill under the tall evergreens. There wasn’t anything that looked like a trail, not even a deer trail. Now what?

Another, different kind of panic slammed into her. She turned around, scared but knowing she might need to backtrack.

“Avery!”

She ran right into someone. “Ke!”

“What’s the matter? Are you lost out here?” His voice calmed her. His strong arms held her up.

Without a second thought, she slipped her arms around him and held on tightly, searching for words. She needed to explain, maybe warn him. “There’s a man… why are you way out here?”

She looked up and noticed, for the first time, that his brown eyes were more of an amber with flecks of red and gold.

“It’s okay, I promise. I told your dad I’d watch out for you, remember?”

Her legs had gone to putty minutes before. She hardly cared she was hanging in his arms like a rag doll, gazing up at his handsome reddish brown face, at his eyes that told stories and kept secrets at the same time.

He pulled her closer and cradled her head into his neck, supporting her. “Shh, it’s okay now. We’ll head down to the back road and circle back to your car. I’ll get your stuff later, after we call the police.”

The police. That man. “What will we tell them?”

“The truth. You’re not sure what happened to that guy, just that something seemed to grab him and you got away. There’s bear and cougars out here. Maybe someone’s half wild dog. You never know. But you’re safe, and that’s all that matters.”

Her mind couldn’t fit the pieces together, but she did remember one thing. Ke had promised her dad he would look after her.

Trust him, Avery. It came in the breeze weaving through the ancient trees, in the light whispering high above.

Trust him, Avery.

She looked up to the amber fire eyes again. Protective and fierce. Soft and yet strong.

“Thank you,” she whispered. His eyes acknowledged her before he buried his face into her hair, a wild and messy mass of red curls she was sure, and held her tighter. Only then did she wonder if he had been scared for her.

Her heartbeat slowed and she felt at peace, just like in her dream.  Somewhere above the wind moved branches and sunlight suddenly danced all around them.

 

1 Year Anniversary for my Facebook Page & Kindle Giveaway

Wow, it’s almost been a year since I started my Facebook author page. (www.facebook.com/WriterKristenJames) This has been, hands down, the most exciting and rewarding year in my writing career, and I believe a big part of that is due to connecting with readers on Facebook. We’ve had a lot of fun and discussion about writing, reading, books, covers, the wildlife in my yard, and life in general. I’ve connected with other authors, book bloggers and readers, who have helped me pick covers for my books and let me know what they thought of my stories.

I try to make the page as beneficial for readers as it is for me, so I’ve hosted ebook giveaways and free book days. Lately I’ve been looking ahead to a big giveaway when I reach 1000 fans on my Facebook page. The giveaway is open! You can enter to win a Kindle right now. Current FB page fans can enter too, and of course I wanted to share this with my supporters here on my blog.

The prize is a $100 Amazon gift card, which will cover the $79 Kindle, a ton of ebooks, or can go toward a more expensive Kindle model. Enter at the 1000 Likes Kindle Giveaway. I’ll pull the winner on March 23. Good luck!

One last thing… I have a new title!  Click the cover to preview or purchase.

The Enemy’s Son

Cora discovers her father is in trouble… and the only person who can help her is The Enemy’s Son.

Her father couldn’t have stolen a million dollars, so how is he going to replace it? In one week?

Nick Holloway claims he wants to help Cora, saying he’s deceiving the Holloways to keep her safe…but what if he’s playing both sides? He could be using her attraction to him against her. The family orders Nick take Cora out into the wilderness to a remote cabin to keep her father in line. Cora can’t allow herself to trust Nick, no matter how sexy he is.

Soon she’s running from her feelings for Nick, running from the creepy henchman Alexander and the rest of the Holloways, and trying to find her father.

The clock is ticking…

Recovery of Agent M – President’s Day Release

Recovery of Agent M, a 16,000 word novella

Book 1 – Jeff Ivanov Series

Sea/Air/Land Commandos – Navy SEALS

Navy Seals do not quit, ever. They do not leave people behind. Part of their Creed says, “My Trident is a symbol of honor and heritage. Recovery of Agent M - Navy SEAL Personnel Recovery Mission - click to view on AmazonBestowed upon me by the heroes that have gone before, it embodies the trust of those I have sworn to protect. By wearing the Trident I accept the responsibility of my chosen profession and way of life. It is a privilege that I must earn every day…”

Covert Operative Jeff Ivanov is working in Colombia as a Special Activities Division, or SAD, utilizing asymmetrical or unconventional tactics. New intel, however, will change everything.

The United States Special Warfare Command via DevGroup recovers HVI, or High Value Intelligence, from the private yacht of a Russian-Chechen narco trafficker off the coast of Venezuela, named Nikolai Markovich. The new intelligence indicates that CIA Operative Lida M. was not killed in Tehran, but moved to a small island off the Northern coast of Venezuela.

The hostage is in critical condition, and another top priority operation may well jeopardize this one. The President orders boots on the ground ASAP.

Jeff Ivanov is called to lead his previous team, SEAL Team 7, and brings along two ‘brothers’ from the Colombian Special Forces. The team HALO jumps into the area to conduct a stealth mission in the heart of a terrorist compound, employing the latest and most advanced technology. The “package,” Lida M., may be in critical condition, and as a Muslin woman, might not want to survive this ordeal and face dishonor afterwards. But Seals do not leave people behind, and Ivanov sees saving his sister agent as an all-in mission.

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This is a hardcore, action packed Personnel Recovery Mission. Through writing this, I learned a lot about the latest technology and SEAL training, along with learning about SEALs. They are humble warriors who sacrifice everything. Recovery of Agent M shows just how much they give. In this story, we see how much Jeff Ivanov cares about his Colombian brothers who he’s serving with. He also has close ties with other Operatives and SEAL team 7 members. When they learn an Operative is alive, there is no question. They will go after her.

Romance…

Romance is in the air… and in my books! Reading a good romance can almost feel like falling in love – it makes you hold your breath, make a wish and sigh in satisfaction when, against the odds, they do make it through and find true love. The bigger the obstacles, and the more you doubt, the better the book is. That’s why writing romance and women’s fiction is so much fun.

I started a sequel to Embers of Hope that share’s Cassie’s story. It was so easy to jump and and pick up with my characters… but now I’m trying to picture the right man for her. She deserves the very best! And that’s not so easy to find in someone who is dealing with his own problems – because we need some conflict for a good story. I know this man is very tall with dark blue eyes, and his little girl is named Isabel. He still needs a name! So parts of this book are coming together quickly and easily, and other parts are still vague. That’s okay. It’s how writing works for me.

Well, I hope you do something special for yourself today. Happy Valentine’s Day!

130,000 Kindle Downloads!

Do you remember what you daydreamed about as a twelve year old kid? I did quite a bit of day dreaming in general, creating story after story, but one of my biggest fantasies was “being an author.” I wanted to create stories and have people everywhere reading them. I can remember how much I loved books and how I’d flip through the pages and breathe in that paper scent. Times have changed quite a bit, and many people are reading on devices these days, but storytelling is still the heart of all this.

For the last few years, I have felt “so close.” I was at the tipping point. It’s right here! In my defense, I’ve never been just a dreamer. Dreaming means putting everything you have into a goal. Dreaming means knowing you will get to the point you’re aiming at. Dreaming is like “Ob portu,” or waiting for the tide to change so you can bring your ship in. Dreaming can mean a lot of work, but it’s work you love.

And dreaming is worth it. I launched my Facebook author page last March and began tracking book sales a few months later, and total downloads in December.  You could say the opportunity for me, and many other authors, came through Kindle Direct Publishing. It’s allowed us to directly reach readers. I’ve reached thousands now! I’m at 130,000 Kindle downloads and counting.

Now I can see “that point” is actually a step. There are many more above me. Every step offers me more knowledge, and more questions to lead me forward. At the same time, I think it’s perfectly okay to pause and enjoy. It’s also a time to say ‘thank you’ to all the readers who made it all possible. Thanks for being a part of my journey.

 

(“Romancing the Valentine Blog Hop” is previous post, click here.)

 

500 Fan Celebration on Facebook!

We just reached over 500 fans on Facebook! If you haven’t “liked” the page yet, come join the conversation! I also post any specials, giveaways and freebies there. www.facebook.com/WriterKristenJames

To celebrate and thank everyone on Facebook and here, I ran a free book day. I’m extending it for today as well, so you can still get Embers of Hope, Flickers of Passion for free in Kindle today. (2-6)

Embers of Hope is my first women’s fiction, and it’s gotten much more attention than I expected! I’m in the beginning stages of putting together a squeal. The story revolves around Savanna and Jason, but many people asked about Cassie’s story. So, I’m going to write it.

I’ll keep you posted on that, and other surprise release in the next few months. In other writing news, I just posted the new cover for Book 1 of the Jeff Ivanov Series, Recovery of Agent M.

Make sure to check out the Romance Blog Hop running Feb. 6-13!

This is the deep woods…

This is the deep woods, where you won’t ever hear a train in the distance, a far off truck engine or a dog bark as it walks with its owner. Instead a light breeze talks through the ancient tree tops, a hundred feet above. As the needles and branches shiver, the sun spots on the forest floor quiver and slide about. This is the only sunlight the ferns receive, but it’s all they want. The knee high ferns make another small forest on top of the thick, carpet moss. Their arms look years and years to grow. They grow like cacti.

When you’re here, you don’t listen to the nightly news or read internet headlines. The stories are in this deer trail cutting diagonally uphill through the ferns. The deer travel it to the creek at the bottom of this gully and then up to the top of the ridge. The giant trunk lying on its side here shows how many thousands of years this forest has been growing. The overripe huckleberries growing on a bush on top of the trunk tell a mystery. Why did the animals leave this bush? Was it too high and they felt lazy? Both cougars and coyotes left sign along the trail. Deer aren’t the only ones that use them.

The day isn’t 24 hours here. It’s timeless… until the sun begins to set.

Preview: More Than Memories

I recently shared the new cover to More Than Memories but didn’t share a preview. So…here you go!

 

Chapter One:

“Maybe this is the one,” Molly whispered, hoping against the odds that people in this town would know her. She’d stopped by three towns already and asked if they remembered her living there, as her parents had told her. But no one had.

She drove her Honda Civic north on I-5 through the softly falling rain, watching for the Ridge City sign. She thought about the dangers of triggering her memory to return, but she had to do something to figure out what happened to her parents. Regaining her memory might give her those answers, plus she didn’t want to spend her life without a memory of her first twenty years.

The exit came and she veered to the right. A few miles later, the road ran along the top of a hill, giving her a view of the town below. A sign announced Entering Ridge City. The rain was just a mist now, letting the sunshine through for a minute.

The town’s houses crowded together until they reached the top of the hill, overlooking the generous farm land below. Molly had read as much as she could find on the place, which wasn’t much. The town sign said population five thousand. She saw a long main drag, a mill, the usual fast food and family restaurants, and a touristy section with billboards advertising Oregon gifts. If only she could remember this quaint little place. Had she been happy here? Would anyone recognize her?

She followed the main drag and parked in a free parking lot close to the police department, where she planned to go first. As she opened her car’s door, she felt pummeled by Oregon spring weather: fat rain drops and a cool wind. In like a lamb, out like a lion. This March, however, seemed to be starting like a lion. Molly pulled her raincoat’s hood up to protect her hair from falling flat. The weather wasn’t style-friendly at all, and her hair was curled and pulled up except for a few curls she left loose. Her black hair might draw some attention. If anyone here knew her, she didn’t think they’d miss seeing her today. Both her parents were a mix of American Indian and English, so Molly had light brownish red tone to her skin. Maybe someone here could tell her why she’d ended up in California without a memory or any family besides her parents.

The weather cleared and the wind died down to a gentle breeze that teased the curls by her temples. A few brave trees had blossomed, but the wind blew their petals all over the pavement like snow.

Seeing the police department sign, she slowed, hesitated, and then pushed herself to quickly walk inside. At the desk, an older and kind looking blonde smiled. “How can I help you?”

Molly liked her soft blue eyes and motherly appearance.

“My name is Molly Anderson,” she started with a shake in her voice. She cleared her throat and straightened herself, trying for confidence. “I might have lived here about five years ago, before I was hurt and lost my memory.”

The woman’s smile remained, but her brows pulled together and her eyes gained this intense focus. “Did you say Molly Anderson?”

Even while Molly nodded, the woman grabbed her phone. “Trent, get up here.”

Molly’s heart jumped into double time while her stomach squeezed into a ball. She crossed her fingers behind her back but also wanted to run right back outside.

A door opened to her right and a man stepped out, actually a broad shouldered cowboy about six feet tall, built like a bulldog, with deep brown eyes that lit up all shiny and bright when he spotted her. He looked genuinely happy to see her, but his size and posture startled her.

“Molly?”

She jerked, jumped out of her skin really, upon hearing the rugged voice. “Uh…”

The excitement faded. “Mol?”

Now that someone actually recognized her, she didn’t know what to say. This man didn’t speak either, but stared right back at her. He was clean-shaven and neat with dark hair and eyes, a strong face that fit this build.

He glanced at the receptionist and back at her as if he didn’t believe what he was seeing in front of him.

Flip—flop went her stomach. Those eyes … wow. Molly didn’t remember ever feeling a burning and tingling excitement like this, but she knew what it was.

His chocolate-brown eyes gazed into hers like he was looking at Elvis back from the dead. Suddenly aware that her lips were parted in surprise, she pulled them shut, trying to pull her desperate hope back inside her before he saw. She saw a million emotions swirl in his eyes as he took her in.

“Molly, why don’t you come with me so we can talk?”

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