Fireworks! With this blog taking place over the 4th of July holiday weekend I toyed with what to talk about. Freedom to read? Yes, absolutely, but what do I want to read. Given when this giveaway hop happens, the word “fireworks” quickly came to mind.
As a writer and reader of romance novels, I look for fireworks. That moment when the hero and heroine meet and despite a totally the appropriate “business handshake”, the sizzle of fireworks takes place. That moment when, even though both may deny it, things aren’t quite going to be the same from this point forward. In my romantic suspense, Someone to Watch Over Me, my heroine, Morgan Kennedy experiences fireworks when she first meets Shawn Randall. Unfortunately for her, he had a much better poker face and she couldn’t discern if the feeling was mutual.
She heard Stella open the door and say, “Shawn, thanks for coming.” Her friend’s voice dropped, and Morgan could not make out the low masculine reply. She cocked her head to the right in hopes of catching more of the conversation. The discussion paused and within moments Stella entered the room with a man following her.
Morgan studied the man and an electric crackle sizzled through her. The only experience she had with security personnel were the middle-aged, paunchy guards who came to the store to pick up money and jewelry for transport. This man was a whole different breed of animal. He moved with a quiet grace as he scanned the surroundings, taking them in, before focusing on her. His dark brown hair was cut short, and the dusting of gray at his temples lent an air of experience about him.
His eyes were crystal blue and had an edge to them which left her with the impression that they missed little and had seen much. For a brief moment, a flicker of appreciation appeared as he studied her. Almost instantly, the expression faded, and cool analytical detachment replaced it. Morgan’s mouth went dry. She didn’t know anything about him, but from the “don’t mess with me” aura he exuded, she’d bet he was former military, police, or both.
He extended his hand. “I’m Shawn Randall from Sonoran Security. How can I be of assistance?”
Morgan stepped forward and shook it. “Morgan Kennedy. I’m glad to meet you.”
A small smirk broke on his lips and the irony of what she had said hit her. He took her hand. Attraction and nervousness sent an adrenaline surge coursing through her. She searched his eyes, hoping for an indication he had the same reaction, but he regarded her with calm scrutiny.
I’m being studied like some insect. She pulled back and crossed her arms defensively. Taking a shaky breath, she wondered what she should say next. Just give him the facts.
She willed herself to stay calm as she explained, “I’ve got a stalker. I don’t know who he is, but this morning he vandalized my car. This afternoon, he sent flowers to my home as an apology. The police haven’t been terribly encouraging. I don’t know what to do.”
There. She said it. A short, simple, direct reply. Morgan blinked as she fought to hold back the tears.
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