THE DRAMATIC STORY OF A BEAUTIFUL, MODERN-DAY BOUNTY HUNTER IN SEARCH OF JUSTICE, AND HER DESTINY, IN THE ARMS OF A LAWMAN OF THE OLD WEST.
Twentieth-century bounty hunter Victoria Mason plunges through a waterfall after a wanted man and finds herself in the Colorado of 1872. Even that won't throw her off the track of her quarry, a twisted psychopath who's threatened to kill again. But it's not as simple to fight her attraction to Christopher Waythorne, the local marshall whose hard-edged good looks and expert touch inspire long-suppressed desire.
From the intoxicating cascade of her gold and red hair to her straight shooting, Chris is captivated by the mysterious Victoria, and protective when he learns she is stalked by a murderer. And while the code of the West demands that he keep her safe from harm, Victoria's only hope of escaping from a whirlpool of danger and deception depends not on his protection, but his help in bringing a killer to justice.
Between yesterday and today, an old-fashioned lawman and a modern woman must work together, or risk their new-found love...and their very lives.
I'll tell you right off that I don't like reading my own bios, let alone writing them. It's like tooting your own horn. But if you're here, then you want to know something about me. So how about I break some ‘writers have a glamorous life' myths first off.
Myth 1: Writers have always been writers. Not me. I was a licensed cosmotologist for years, and didn't even put pen to paper until I was 30. (with an infant and 3 year old) It took me 3 years to write my first book, and while it taught me a lot, it was dreadful ! Got rejected 6 times flat out. I burned it in the back yard when I sold my 20 th book. I've kept the first pages to remind myself of how far I've come.
Myth 2: writers have a staff to take care of them and their homes while they write. I wish! I don't have a maid, a cook, or anyone who works for me, except maybe Shelley, who maintains this site. Like most women out there, I do all the cooking, cleaning, bills, shopping, etc. Sometimes I can be seen driving the riding lawnmower over our 2 acres. That's not a complaint. I'm a Marine's wife, and my husband was gone a lot, so I had to do it. I'm the only female in a house of men, so I pretty much rule too. And as the daughter, wife, and now the mother of US Marines, believe me, I can give orders when need be.
Myth 3. Writers work when the muse hits them. If I did, I'd never meet a deadline. Writing isn't about the muse coming to you; it's about unleashing bottled creativity and giving it freedom on paper. Every writer I know feels a deep internal need to tell their particular story and hope you're entertained. Writers HAVE to write. Yeah, sure, sometimes the creativity isn't moving like we want, but like everyone who faces some problem, I go to my friends and they come through in a punch. By the way, I work at my job from about 7 am till 4, sometimes later if it's going great and I don't want to stop. Weekends are for playing, projects or gardening. I actually love pulling weeds; it makes my mind drift to good places.
Myth 4: Writers get paid oodles of money. Oodles?? If I did, I'd have a staff and a better-looking office. But I get to go to work in the worlds' sloppiest clothes.
Myth 5: Once a writer sells a book, they can sell anything else. Want to see my rejection file? I could wallpaper a bathroom with it. To keep selling is the really hard part of this job. However, my idea of a great story isn't often blending with the editors. It's frustrating and often, it hurts, since the books writers create have, without a doubt, a piece of them inside. But then, if you can't take it, then this isn't the business for you.
My second book (#1 being the dreadful one I burned) My Timeswept Heart was a finalist in the Romance Writers of America, Golden Heart contest for unpublished works. I didn't win, but it got my work before my Kensington editor. It came out in '93 and I've sold over 30 since. With numerous rejections in between.
Right now, I'm writing books I've wanted to write for three years, Romantic Thrillers. Think Peacemaker or Chain Reaction with a little more romance in them. Lots of action and danger. After writing books in 5 sub genres of romance, (I get bored easily) this new one is the chance for me to use all this military knowledge I've stored up for years. I've fired weapons, rappelled, ridden in an Armored Personnel Carrier, and did some Scuba diving in the East China Sea. It hasn't been boring, and because I write, it never will be.
Now that my Sergeant Major husband is retired, and my sons are grown and towering over their mother, we get to stay in one place.
How average. I love it. When I feel the itch to move every 3 years, I just redecorate.
Well, its time for me to get back to work. Thanks for visiting. Take a look around the site, drop me a note, even read the first chapter of a new novel, if you like. It's out there for you, the reader. I wouldn't be loving my job if you weren't
The heroine has dedicated her life to her career and with only her partner to whom she can count as a friend, she's developed her entire world into the hunt for the bad guy. A serial killer who she's spent a great deal of time studying and tracking has murdered her only friend. With her emotions walled up tightly inside and her stubborn refusal to ever let the grief control her, she does the only thing she knows how to do-she hunts. But never in a million years did she ever imagine that tracking her prey through the forest would see her encountering a waterfall that sends her back in time. But worse than being stuck in a strange time period is the knowledge that this mad man has come with her. And in this new place, he is a respected business man and as such has the absolute freedom to do whatever he wants to whoever he wants and no one is there to stop him. But the heroine will stop him.
The hero is still reeling from the sense of betrayal he felt when the woman he loved broke his heart when she found out he was half Indian. When he finds a strange beautiful woman in the woods, something deep inside him knows that she's meant for him. But nothing is ever that simple. She is an enigma wrapped in a puzzle and tied off with more than a healthy amount of pride. Her many disguises see her able to successfully hide who she truly is from the world and he fears that no matter what he does, he too will forever be on the outside. Desperate to love her, to protect her and most of all to be the one she can rely on, the one she can trust with everything, the hero still finds himself frustrated with her distance. He wants her to want him, to need him and the heroine is much to strong for that at first. Then she realizes the true strength isn't keeping everything bottled up inside but rather is comes from showing weakness to a man who could never use it against her. But the serial killer is still on the loose and hiding in plain sight. The hero didn't believe her claims that the brothel owner was a murderer yet soon it becomes apparent that something is not right with the man but are they too late to stop more innocent women from losing their lives?
I don't know what happened with this book but apparently this normally talented writer had a major brain seizure and Dangerous Waters was the result. What the hell happened? I ordered this book off Amazon confident in the fact that I adored her other novels so it's a guarantee that I'll like this one. How wrong I was. Maybe it was the absurd amount of stupid and painful 'costumes' the heroine puts on herself, or maybe it was the fact that the POV changed so frequently I honest lost track many times of which damn character was speaking. First off, the disguises. The heroine goes running off the track the serial killer in the woods and ends up in the 19th Century AND has her damn bag of masks, wigs and padding? And sorry, what rubber face mask is good enough to change a female into a man-this isn't Mission Impossible 2 or Face Off!!! And I couldn't for the life of me stand the heroine as a character or relate to her on any level. She completely put me off from the beginning and I never could find it in myself to like her. Soooo, I guess this proves that all authors even gifted ones are capable of epic fails. So, disenchanting.
so far so good, turns out that she has all the makings of a perfect disguise and looks like a chubby Mexican guy right now. She came through a waterfall to catch the serial killer she was tracking, and the only way she can figure to catch him is by wearing that disguise. Right now she's locked up in jail because the hunky marshall thinks she's a trouble maker. She beat up a few gurys, but they started they fight. I'll update as i read.
July,8,2009
Ok, i finished it and i absolutely loved it!!! the passion between the two characters was so raw and untamed. The constant struggled going on for Victoria kept you on edge, would she choose her time or her love? the bounty and the chance at happiness she never had? it really is a must read!!!
Considerably more serious than the majority of time travels I read (mostly because I prefer them like that). Still good. H is accepting of the notion that h is from the future. Quite a bit of time devoted to her holding him at bay though because she might go back (not sure why on this because it wasn't something you just stumbled into.)
I'd heard the heroine was a badass who made her own tampons. True. And. So. Much. More. My edition had some typos, but this was totally worth worth tracking down a copy.