Jamie and Kalim can’t get enough of each other and are still a galaxy apart. The lush texts, the constant arousal, the perpetual day-dreaming: they count the days, the heartbeats, fantasizing, experiencing impossible and bizarre other-worldly memories of lives they never lived...feeling so strange... Jamie deals with her violent mobbed-up ex-husband. She gets a strange package with her new mission, to hack a major corporation for Kayduke Lives, a notorious social justice activist group. She test drives the sloop she might steal for extra cash...And as ever she battles the PTSD of a repressed past... Stormy Night Books is her bustling bookstore and there we meet gorgeous Pepper, mysterious army vet who squats in Jamie’s book nook. Jamie thinks Pepper might be a ninja. Kalim hits the road on his own personal Tour De France, a two hundred and forty-mile round trip bike ride to do reconnaissance on his next target. What he finds is no less than a patch of hell on Earth. He is so in love he feels the very earth shake under his feet. Or it might be something else entirely. He can’t tell; so absorbed is he in Jamie Dean he can’t discern his thumping heart from the quaking earth. Still, he has his son and the pool and they romp around their little town, until they pick up a strange black Lexus tail. With the help of his ex-SAS Irish brother and his crafty mother, Kalim goes after the most powerful energy company the world has ever known: all with the mob breathing down his neck. Waiting For Normal continues the ride, deepens the bonds, pushes brightly back against the dark nefarious forces and sets in motion what comes in the third book of the series, Finding Forever, where the dark forces and the mob have the lovers in their sights.
The only thing I can right now imagine of interest to you about me are the romances I have just written. I could tell you how old I am, where I grew up, how I have been educated, but all you really care about is what I could do for you and how well I can do it.
Of course the Set In Stone series, at its sweet creamy center, is my life. How much and to what extent is the magic of the writing craft! Suffice it to say that I have loved! If you want to ask me questions, though, I am happy to answer over at: www.facebook.com/keithaarongilbert
When you meet my characters they are all me! They are me as I have come to understand others, as I have been able, through a writer’s empathy, to place myself in the skins of them and wear their souls. When you meet Jamie know that I have known a Jamie and when you meet Pepper and Frank know that I have known Peppers and Franks; my antagonists are the little bits of hell I have known and when you meet my Evils know that this is how I imagine evil to be.
Is it important that I am the eldest of three? That my parents were divorced? That I spent too much time and not enough time in too many and not enough universities? That my only child is the only reason I am not dumpster diving somewhere on the mean streets of the American northwest?
I could be that after you read these works of fiction such things become important, but until then they are so inane that they are silly things even to me: uninteresting, uninspiring, unworthy of any of your attention.