Saturday, July 24, 2010
WildCard Weekend - Fantasy and Suspense and Sheiks, Oh My!
Some of you may know my books. I write for Silhouette Romantic Suspense. Our line used to be called: Silhouette Intimate Moments, but some brilliant marketing guys decided a few years ago that the name of the line should be more self-explanatory. Guess Romantic Suspense just about says it all, huh?
So now you know what kind of books I write: short suspense with lots of romance. But because our line is packed with emotion (remember, we used to be called Intimate Moments,) our editors let us go a little wild with the fantasy ideas.
Maybe my story would be easier to explain if you read a little bit of an excerpt:
Okay, she got that he was worried about her. Really she did. But she’d also hoped he was coming to know the person she was inside. The person who could never in a million years wait around in safety, sitting on her hands while someone she cared about worked to save her life.
Two hours later Rylie’s ears were popping again as she crept through the quiet corridors, looking for any sign of Darin or the Taj Zabbar kidnapper. The train must be heading lower, going in the direction of the lake below the mountains. Rylie could almost feel gravity pulling her downward.
The train rounded a steep u-curve right then, and Rylie got a good view through the windows into another corridor as the snaking cars doubled back on themselves. There, maybe only two or three train-car lengths ahead, she saw two men locked in mortal combat in the well-lit corridor of a sleeping car.
She pushed through pressurized door locks and tramped across the little bridges called vestibules that connected two cars. Through one car. Then into the next.
Then she heard a noise coming from the end of the car. It sounded as though someone had momentarily gone through the pressurized door onto the next vestibule. Shoving hard to open the door, she blinked at sudden air movement and turned her head in that direction.
To her amazement, she saw shoes…well, feet with shoes on them…as they disappeared up a ladder that she’d never noticed before. A ladder to the roof of the train? Why?
After she heard a distant shout, sounding for all the world like Darin’s voice, the why didn’t seem too important. If he could chase someone to the roof of a train, she could follow.
See what I mean about it being a modern fantasy?
Leave a comment and win a copy of HER SHEIK PROTECTOR.
And don’t forget to drop by Linda’s website, http://www.LindaConrad.com to find out more Behind the Book about the Desert Sons and to sign up for Linda’s newsletter!
Her Sheik Protector Copyright © 2010 by Linda Conrad
Permission to reproduce text by Harlequin Books ,SA