Friday, August 4, 2017

Sensory Recognition and Desire @JoanReeves #GemsInAttic

What would you do if you recognized someone by a touch--a scent--the minute you met the person?

In my book Heat Lightning, the heroine feels that sensory recognition when her eyes meet his--the man who is supposed to be her husband.

I say supposed to be because she does not know him. Heat inundates her. Yet, she remembers nothing about him or their life together.

That's the situation that confronts the woman known by the hospital staff as LG--Lost Girl--when she meets handsome David Galloway. He says he's her husband, and he has documents to prove it.

Yet, her memory has been wiped clean.Global amnesia. That's what the doctors say.

Their eyes meet. Desire flares like heat lightning in the night sky--spectacular but quiet with no accompanying thunder. The stormy emotion she sees in David's dark eyes tell of his passion as well as the secrets he hides.

Heat Lightning is a story of secrets and lies, passion and desire. What Tessa doesn't remember may just be the death of her.

Her husband found her, claimed her, rescued her. Desire flashes like heat lightning on a summer night between David and Tessa. She knows his touch, but when she looks at him, he is a stranger to her. Not a flicker of memory is left of him or their life together.

Everything and everyone she knew is lost to her since she awakened from a coma. All she has left are questions. Who is she? Why does David seem to hate her even as he pulls her into his arms? What is he hiding? How can she trust him when her gut says, “Trust no one”?

Heat Lightning: read for free with Kindle Unlimited, or buy for only $2.99.

Outlaw Ridge, Texas

I liked Outlaw Ridge, Texas, the setting I created in Heat Lightning, so much that I decided to make Heat Lightning the first book in a series with that name--Outlaw Ridge, Texas.

Although Outlaw Ridge, Texas, is fictional, it's created from an area near Abilene, Texas, where I lived many years ago. The house at Outlaw Ridge is nearly identical to the house I owned on Ft. Phantom Lake.

The hilly land honeycombed with caves that surrounds the house is taken from another area I frequently visited.

Dead Heat: Book 2, Outlaw Ridge, Texas

I'm finishing up the second book in the series. Dead Heat centers around John Galloway, David's older brother.

The Galloway brothers have all been in the military in high-risk special operations. Thanks to an assignment John had a couple of years ago, he's had his fill of being a "spy."

Of course, that assignment involved a woman he fell in love with, but she was only in love with the high risk life she was leading.

Here's a short excerpt of Dead Heat which will be available later in August.

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DEAD HEAT, Excerpt
Copyright©2017 by Joan Reeves

She ran to the only man who could protect her.

The only thing that saved Sabrina Snow was the too-sensitive car alarm on the twenty-year-old Renault Espace she’d bought when she'd returned to France. One minute she’d been sound asleep, dreaming about babies and blue skies. The next, the old clunker’s wailing alarm split the night.

Adrenalin dumped into her bloodstream. Her internal timer kicked in.

One-one thousand.

She didn’t hesitate or take time to look out the window to see what had set the alarm off. She thrust her feet into her hiking boots and slapped the Velcro fasteners into place.

Sabrina grabbed her Glock from the nightstand then her winter coat from the hook on the back of the bedroom door. The black all-weather coat held the necessities for escape and evasion. Then she was racing down the basement stairs to the hidden tunnel.

Two-one thousand.

She’d know in a few seconds if her paranoid reaction was warranted. That’s all it would take for someone with the right explosives to breach the heavy wooden door.

Desperation gave her strength and speed. She moved aside what looked like a dusty pile of old carpet and furniture that hid the opening to the tunnel. She crawled inside. Her hands were steady as she set the timer on the charges she’d placed in there after she’d moved into the old farmhouse last year. By the time she reached the other end of the tunnel, there would be nothing left of the ramshackle abandoned house, nor the earthen tunnel that had been dug by French resistance fighters in World War II.

Three-one thousand.

Sabrina ran. This was the third time they'd found her. She was going to get herself killed if she didn’t get help. She trusted only one man. He might be able to save her. If nothing else, she owed him the truth even though she’d fought hard to avoid sharing that with him. But if she were killed, he needed to know where to look.

Would John Galloway help her despite what she’d done?

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Joan Reeves is a NY Times and USA Today bestselling author of sassy, sexy Contemporary Romance.

She lives her Happily Ever After with her Hero, her husband, in a book-cluttered home in Texas.

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3 comments:

  1. Amnesia! An interesting affliction and I love the idea of sensory recognition. Great post, Joan.

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  2. I like the idea, too. I've always thought I'd always recognize my husband's touch, no matter what, but maybe that's wishful thinking.

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  3. Sounds like a really fun series, Joan. I look forward to reading more.

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