LIFE FLIGHT
BY
SHAUNNA WOLF
BLURB:
Kat is trying to escape an abusive marriage. Her soon to be ex is a master at manipulating the system, and her family thinks she should stay with him, "because no other man will want her". She's looking for escape in any form she can get it.
When they meet, sparks fly. Trapped by a blizzard, can two damaged people, who think there is no chance of love in the world for them, find each other, and survive an unforeseen circumstance that puts both of them in danger?
Mystery, romance, and danger, fill this novel, with a story that will draw you in and not let go.
Excerpt Four
I picked up
the half brick holding the door open, and the TV set exploded in a shower of
glass. For a moment Frank stood staring
at the TV as if he thought it shattered on its own. He spun to face me.
I continued
to stand with my arms folded over my chest and my shoulder against the door
frame. He looked around as if the
spiders in the place would come to his rescue.
I tugged on the cuffs of the leather gloves I wore. Flexed my fingers. When his hand tightened on the pool stick he
held, I wanted to tell him that a wooden stick wasn’t much use in a gun
fight. But unless he went for a gun, I
wasn’t going to shoot him, not yet anyway.
“Get the fuck
off my property,” he said.
A block of
wood nailed into the door served as a supplement lock. I reached up and spun it closed, and while
keeping him in my field of vision, I hooked the eye bolt as well. I hadn’t seen a phone in the shed, not last
time I was here, nor this time. But that
didn’t mean some pal of his wouldn’t show up--and anyone pals with this guy
would have to be a cast member of the same loony-toon’s show.
“Where is
Kat?” I asked him.
“You
stooo-pied?” he said back, drawing out the word stupid in a juvenile
manner. “I already told you, she’s my
wife, and that if you kept trying to bother her, I’ll have you arrested.”
“You see any
cops? I don’t.” I moved over the concrete floor and stood
near the bar.
He found some
brain cells and kept the pool table between us.
Held the pool stick in both hands.
Glanced at the door.
“I have
security cameras. The company already
called the cops.”
“Well then,
you don’t have anything to worry about,” I said back. I’d come across a few pathological liars in
my lifetime, but never someone who thought the rest of the world had an IQ of
less than 80 and would believe whatever came out of their mouth. “How should we entertain the people watching
us until they get here?”
Confusion ran
over his face. His lies didn’t make me
edgy, his particular flavor of insanity mimicked a bully. Lots of words of bravado that he expected
others to be frightened of--no matter how absurd. He was strong, of that I had no doubt, he
worked at a labor intensive job, but he was filled with so much fear it
surrounded him in a shimmering cloak.
Just like the sweat on his forehead.
I walked
along the edge of the pool table. Picked
up the ten ball with it’s marred blue stripe.
Rolled it across the table and bounced it off the rail on the other side
of the table--caught it when it came spinning back.
“Where’s
Kat?” I tossed the ball from hand to
hand.
“That’s for
me to know and you to find out,” he said.
I let the
ball fly. It hit him in the right
shin. He bent over with a yelp. He edged towards the door, dragging his right
foot. I spun the eight ball across the
table, caught it, tossed it from hand to hand.
“Go for that
door and the next one hits your head.”
He stopped
and pulled himself up straight. Dug in
his pocket and got out a pathetically small knife. He opened the blade and held it out in front
of him. Laughable. Unless he stuck it in my neck, he couldn’t
even hit an artery with it.
GUEST POST
Character
creation
I don’t
know about you, but I love books on how to write, and programs that have those
neat forms you put data into, to create your characters. Some have the box to put a sketch or paste a
picture into. Once upon a time, I would
have tried to use those sheets. I still love to look at them.
Creating
characters . . . that is a question that often comes up, where did you get your
ideas for characters from? Some are
easy, there is a grandfather in my Medicine Man series who is based on my grandfather,
his sense of humor anyway. In Life
Flight, some of the situations are based on things that happened to me in my
life. While most of it is pure fiction. I think every author puts some of themselves
into their writing. Yes, it’s fiction, but
how can we not put what we know best into our writing in some form?
So
characters for me come from a mix of people I have met, family, friends, and
other fictional characters. I love to
create characters who have flaws, no white hat, and black hats. I think the best characters have things we
hate about them and things we love about them, and then how they react to
things based on their psychological makeup is what makes us love or hate them,
makes them the good guy or the bad guy.
And the best characters are some of each.
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