For your reading pleasure, we'll be featuring each author with a story of her choice for the next few weeks. Some will include interviews, and all will include excerpts. Today's featured author is Red L. Jameson.
Before I could write real words. I used to make “books” from paper and construction paper, held together with glue or yarn, and scribble my stories, which would invariably change, since I wasn’t writing real words.
2. What makes your stories unique?
For every story, I want to wrench as much emotion as I can from the characters and the plot. I want my readers to laugh, cry, and most importantly to fall in love.
3. Is there a common thread that runs through your books?
Perseverance. Love is many things—great and splendid. But my characters are all gritty and raw and will persevere through whatever life (or me, actually) will throw at them.
4. If money was of no concern, what would you envision as your perfect lifestyle?
I love my life with my family and pets, and right now I have a garden that makes me so happy. That said, if money was just rolling in, I would love to quit my day job—as an editor, buy horribly expensive cars and trucks, and spoil my loved ones with everything they’ve ever wanted.
5. Name a few of your favorites
I binge watch Orange is the New Black and House of Cards. I’m obsessed with Game of Thrones, but only the HBO series, not the books—sorry! I adore Alexis Hall’s writing and can’t get enough of his books. I never can pick a favorite color because I love so many—namely blue, green and red. And I love summer days next to some kind of water—river or lake or ocean—with my family.
Talk about a killer kiss…
Being a former soldier with PTSD takes its toll on Aaron and has wiped him clean of optimism along with having dreams. But he’s no longer sure if he’s living in reality or fantasy after he tries to save a friend and finds his world filled with women who have wings and…Valkyries.
From her adorable made-up swearwords to when she wears his clothes, from the fact that she’s hundreds of years old to her pet Pegasus, Aaron falls hard for the shy Valkyrie. Dare he risk his life for a kiss? He’s thinking about it, because already he’s given her his heart
With This Heart is a standalone story, that’s part of the With These Wings Series—books that mix rock-hard military men with feathered-fantasy femme fatales for a sizzling hot adventure to find love. Join Chanticleer winner, Red L. Jameson, for more of this heart-tugging fairy tale series
“Jesus, in one day you’ve been shot and burnt by me.” He ran a hand through his hair, swallowing as he watched the angry red dots of skin turn back to glowing flesh. “Oh, wow.”
“It’s okay.” She wiped a little more at one of her legs. “See? I’m all better now.”
He straightened looking down at her. She was tall, only about four inches shorter than him, and he liked that. Way too much.
“Yeah, but I never want to hurt you.”
She tilted her head like she’d never heard anyone speak those words together and wasn’t sure what they meant. She looked confused and a dark edge of panic raced through her eyes.
He stepped back, giving her space. “I’m really sorry. Jesus, I’m making the worst first impression.”
“No.” She looked down at the creamy kitchen tiles. “I’m probably making you nervous.” She softly laughed. “I forgot I’m wearing this.” Glancing up, she touched the leather and brass armor snug around her thin hips. “I look like a loon. I act like a loon—”
“No.”
“It’s no wonder you…I’m making you nervous, aren’t I?”
He shook his head. His nerves weren’t from her outfit, although they should have been. And he wasn’t acting like a teenager, all jerky movements and clumsy, because she was a Valkyrie with a longsword strapped to her back. Those things should have freaked him the hell out.
It was her—her scent, her voice, her hazel eyes that held so much fear yet seemed to see straight into him that had him acting fidgety.
He sucked in a breath. “You want a change of clothes?”
She blinked, a delicate pink blooming in her cheeks, neck, the small portion of her chest he could see.
He took another step back and looked at the sauce, flinching when he saw the noodles and took them off the burner. Glad to be busy doing something as he drained the pasta, he said, “I mean, I have sweats you could borrow, get comfortable in.”
She didn’t say anything for a long moment, but finally whispered, “That’s very nice of you. I’d like that.”
“I’ll, ah, get dinner ready while you change.”
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