~ When we least expect it, love happens ~
I love book teasers that give us a glimpse into the story and lives of those in the story. I’ll be sharing a few of my favorite quotes leading up to the release of Midnight By Day in February. Get to know Kav Raines and Aubree Scott. They’re amazing!
Fans of the Majesta Landing Series have waited long enough! Kody and Tec Raines’ brother Kav has his own story, and I’m proud to reveal the cover that will accompany the story. Get ready for a wild adventure in Alaska! Release date coming soon.
Fashion designer Aubree Scott is living her brass ring dream life–until she wakens from a coma, badly broken, and unable to remember what happened. Placed in protective custody with a new identity, she’s whisked away to a remote island in Alaska.
Former FBI agent Kavik Raines has shunned family and friends on a secluded island. Intruders aren’t welcome—including those from his past. He balks at signing on as Aubree’s bodyguard, and she makes it clear she doesn’t want one.
Forced into an alliance, they’re in a race against time. International criminals are in pursuit, convinced she’s alive and has what they want. Aubree must put a face to the nightmares before it’s too late, and Kav must protect her at all costs, even if it means giving up his own secrets. Will her memories return before it’s too late? And will she discover what’s so important it’s worth killing for?
The third book in the Majesta Landing series is finished and is currently in revision. The schedule is to put it in the editor’s hands at the end of the month. After that, I turn it over to my cover artist to work her magic. Of course, there is the tiny problem of the missing title. It’s really eluding me this time.
You’ve already met two of the three Raines brothers; Kody in Pictures for Maddie; and Tec in His Norse Star. However, you haven’t met brother Kav Raines. He was mentioned in the first two books, but now he has a story all his own. It’s full of secrets and missing information with the bad guys searching the world for the one that got away. Stay tuned. I’ll keep you updated about a release date as soon as I have one.
Maybe you’ve been there, too. A particular month of each year when you (or your entire family) seem to get sick. For us, it’s January. Since January of 2005, our entire family has been plagued with heinous colds and ugly stomach bugs. One year it was strep throat. Often, there was only one of us well enough to take care of the others until that one finally succumbed.
We stocked up like good survivalists. Cold meds? Check. Boxes of tissues? Check. Homemade chicken soup? Check. Bleach wipes? Check. We became obsessed with wiping down surfaces, along with the plea, “Don’t. Touch. Anything.” If one of the sick dared to show his face in the common areas of our home, the first question was, “Did you wash your hands?”
We did this every year. EVERY year, like clockwork, often spilling over into February with a mutant round two. Eleven years in a row. We could count on it. We planned nothing for January because we knew we’d be sick. It became a family joke. We could have laughed about it, but it wasn’t funny. We were sick of being sick. And yet, we continued getting sick.
Until this year—2017. As usual, we waited for it. We stocked up. We planned for nothing but endless days of lying in bed watching reruns of The X-Files, too sick to drag ourselves anywhere but to the bathroom. It didn’t happen. Five days in, we looked at each other, too fearful to mention that we were five days in without anyone getting—no! don’t say it. “It” will hear you. Shh! Don’t say the words!
Day after day, week after week, we waited for “it” to strike, but it never did. Several times we thought it had. At one point, three of us had sinus headaches with loose noses and post nasal drip. Were we sick? Nope. No fever. No chills. No body aches. No weird cravings for biscuits and sausage gravy or extra creamy mac and cheese only to end up drinking chicken broth and sucking on saltine crackers. Life went on as usual without interruption.
Is the January curse broken? Who knows? But for 2017, it is. Maybe “it” decided to move to a new month. Maybe it’s lurking in February, ready to take us down when we least expect it. Of course, now that I’ve mentioned “it”, “it” will be eager to pounce. Good thing I have my prepper list. Cold meds? Check. Tissues? Check . . .
*BOOK UPDATE – I haven’t been around much in recent months, but 2016 was a very difficult year. However, that’s a post for another day. For now, just know that I’m still writing. The story for Kav Raines and Aubree Scott (third book in the Majesta Landing series) is moving forward.*
I love archaeology and the possibility of unraveling the secrets of the past! When I wrote His Norse Star, it was with a deep seated belief that new Norse sites would one day be found. And one may have been!
Though hesitant to declare it a Norse site, archaeologist Sarah Parcak does admit the site shows promise. Her work with satellite imagery led to the find and the preliminary work that followed. Read about her team’s exciting discovery here.
Was it necessary for Mairenn Vestergaard to even be an archaeologist? That’s a good question. As authors, we have the privilege of playing God with our characters, to make them live or die, to fall in love or to never find it, to succeed or fail. We create the broader landscape and populate it with people who have a story to tell. And while we type, we hope they tell it well.
I thought I’d share with you how I found Dr. Mairenn Vestergaard.
A couple of years ago, I read an article about a Native American site two hours south of where I live. An incoming business had been given permission to use the mound for fill dirt. There was public and academic outcry over the destruction and loss of such a valuable and irreplaceable site. The last update I saw was dated 2013.
And another story. Later, I read an article about Native American mounds that had graced the landscape near Bessemer, Alabama. They were 400 years older than the more famous mounds at Moundville. Over the years, treasure hunters had left their mark, and numerous excavations beginning in 1890 yielded many artifacts, but destroyed the mounds. A large portion of the Indian village has, in recent years, been developed over.
Then I learned that here in Alabama, when Native American sites are on private land, the landowner can pretty much do whatever he wants. However, the state hopes that the owner will seek advice from archaeology experts in order to preserve and protect the site for future generations.
I also watched a documentary about the Viking explorers, their travels in Europe and west to Canada, settling for a time at a place that has become known as L’Anse aux Meadows. What intrigued me was the mention of butternut tree seeds discovered there. The tree isn’t native to Canada and that suggests that the explorers sailed south, at least to the Gulf of St. Lawrence area.
So, all the information jelled and Mairenn Vestergaard was born–an idea with a few sentences. She was the right heroine for His Norse Star. I know–she’s not real, she’s just a fictional character, but I’ve known her all her life. She’s smart. Well-educated. Steeped in Norse culture. Loves Turkish style coffee and Bubble and Squeak. But she’s far from perfect, although she’s perfect for Tec Raines. She has insecurities, too. And fears. Just like all of us.
Her role in the story began with a what if? What if the land the Raines brothers inherited contained a previously unknown Native American site? What if artifacts had been stolen, including several that shouldn’t logically be there? What if those illogical items were tied to the Norse who settled L’Anse aux Meadows? And a final consideration – what if the Raines brothers were considering selling the land to developers?
Did the Norse explorers travel farther south than the area where they found the butternut tree seeds? I’ll leave that to the experts. Maybe they didn’t, but I like to think they did. Perhaps not as far south, perhaps not to Alabama, but somewhere.
Finally, to answer my first question – yes, Mairenn Vestergaard had to be an archaeologist. There was no other way for the story to go. She had to be the one to find the glass bead that started the ball rolling.