Tuesday, 27 May 2014

Guest post by author Trish Jackson

And now for something completely different as they say... I'm giving my blog over to Trish for her post and to find out a little more about her.

Susan, first I want to say I'm thrilled to be able to be a guest on your blog.

My genre is romantic suspense, and here's why...

My own life has been a romantic adventure. The really exciting stuff started in my last year of high school, when I met a very sexy guy with deep blue eyes and that bad boy image we all love. He was a geologist, and lived in a camp in some remote and wild regions, where he prospected for gold and diamonds, shot antelope to eat and interacted with wild animals. It would take more than one post to write about all the adventures we've had together. Read the true story of our honeymoon here: http://www.thewriteroomblog.com/?p=1946 . After we got married we lived in a geological camp. Geologists from all over the world visited our camp, so we were never lonely. Often in the wee hours of the night we would lie awake in our tent and listen to a leopard cough, or a night ape cry like a baby just outside.

A guerilla war started in our country and it was no longer safe to have our kids out in a camp in the middle of nowhere, so we moved to a house in the country. Home invasions and vehicle ambushes by communist trained terrorists became prevalent and we had to start carrying a loaded gun around with us. I was twenty one when my husband was drafted to the military and I was left alone with three children. I had to carry my UZI wherever I went.

I could go on, but I guess that's why I love to write what I do.

Coming to live in the USA several years ago was also an adventure. We had to learn so many new things about our new country, but this is our home now and we love it here.

Now to my books –

My stories include country living, and the animals I've always loved -- horses, dogs and cats. I strive to create gut emotional appeal by digging deep into the feelings of my characters. I have also ventured into the paranormal world, with Voodoo, witchcraft and ghosts.

WAY OUT OF LINE is a standalone romantic suspense novel, set in Africa, and I am planning more African stories.

CAPRICORN CRAVINGS, released earlier this year, is the first in my ZODIAC SERIES, in which each heroine belongs to a different star sign, and displays the typical traits of that sign.  AQUARIUS ADDICTION is currently in review by my publisher, and I'm halfway through writing the next one, with the working title THE REALITY SHOW.

We have always lived out in the country, and in the US that means you get to meet rednecks. I think they are the most wonderful people in the world because they are so well grounded and know exactly who they are. I have had so much fun writing REDNECK P.I. and its sequel, KICK ASSITUDE. This romantic suspense series is enriched by a good dose of comedy.

I'm very excited that the third in the series, BACKWOODS BOOGIE is coming out this fall. -- Private investigator and self-professed redneck, Twila Taunton thinks she may be pregnant after some wild make-up sex in her boyfriend Harland's barn. She finds herself working with the person she hates most in the world, her ex-fiancee Jimmie-Ray, but she can't allow Pam Taylor to be convicted of a murder she didn't commit. During the investigation she discovers an illegal puppy mill, where a large number of dogs are living in squalor with little food and no veterinary care. When one of the dogs stares into her eyes, she knows she has to rescue them. But going the legal route will take way too long. She calls on her quirky friends to help--Harley-riding and hard drinking Great Aunt Essie; master hacker, songwriter, and farter of note, Gasser Cunha; her office assistant LaMercy with the big afro, who reluctantly agrees to go Goth, and of course, the love of her life, Harland O'Connor.

Nothing excites me more than sitting in front of my computer putting my fantasies down in words for others to enjoy. I love meeting new people, so please feel free to ask questions.

I'm currently giving away free downloads of REDNECK P.I. for a limited time. I'm also offering free downloads of my novelette RILEY'S STORY which is the prequel to Capricorn Cravings. Oh, and if you're on Goodreads, I'm doing a giveway of a print copy of KICK ASSITUDE, which closes on June 12th. Find out more on my website:  http://www.trishjax.com 


And now for an excerpt from BACKWOODS BOOGIE


If someone had told me just a few months ago that soon I'd be sitting in a jumbo jet heading for England, I would have laughed. I mean, me, born and bred in the South and proud to be a redneck. And now here I am. I'm pissed that Jimmie-Ray wouldn't spring for first class, but the flight is not completely full and there's an empty seat between me and the weird looking woman on the aisle seat. I stare at her for a while until she throws me a wrinkled brow look and I suddenly get interested in finding a movie on the viewer in front of me.

I've watched two movies before I decide I'm gonna have to pee. I've been hoping I would be able to last the entire flight without going, but the beers probably did it. And when you gotta go, you gotta go.

It's not that easy to get the bathrooms. First, if you have a window seat like me, you have to wake the woman in the aisle seat. I tap her on the shoulder. She is snoring pretty well, so the people around us must be thankful, even if she isn't. "Gotta go pee," I tell her.

"Wha…? Oh. Oh," she says and pulls the blanket off her legs and slides out into the aisle. I squeeze past her just as the aircraft hits a bump. I don't understand how air can be bumpy, but I fall face-first onto the dude in the next aisle seat along. I mean, my mouth is right over his privates and he's just lucky I don't bite down. When I come up for air he has both his hands up above his head, as if to show people he ain't doing anything wrong. Just getting an impromptu blow job.

The PA system crackles and the captain's voice comes over it.

"We're experiencing a bit of turbulence. Please take your seats and put your seat belts on."

He could have told me before I bit the sausage. I hold onto the back of the dude's chair and haul myself off him. We hit another bump and I crash into a woman on my side of the aisle. She throws me a dirty look. I'm not making much progress and wonder if I'll ever get to the restroom. It seems to be very far away all of a sudden.

"Sorry ma'am," a flight attendant bars my way. "Please take your seat and fasten your seat belt."

The airplane is really bucking now, and it reminds me of the new mechanical bull Ricci and Tina put in the Hogs Waller. "I have to pee," I say and crash into her, knocking her off her feet. I land on top of her in the aisle. It takes a while for me to scramble to my feet. Another flight attendant glares at me and helps her co-worker up. I try to push past them, but now there are two of them blocking me.

"Okay," I say. "I'll just pee right here then, if that's the way you want it." I unbutton my pants. That gets them moving and I walk-crash to the restroom, and on my way I wake anyone who wasn't already awake.

When I finally get there, I heave a sigh of relief that it isn't occupied. There isn't a lot of space in it and it takes me a while to figure out how to lock the door. The toilet smells bad. The blue water inside it is sloshing around quite a lot and I wait until a bump throws me toward the seat and I manage to land on it. I pee, hoping the water isn't gonna slop up and wet my ass. I don't have much time to savor that feeling of relief though. I'm beginning to get a little worried about whether we're gonna make it out of this storm or whatever it is.

The captain wasn't kidding when he told us it was gonna get turbulent.

I flush and head back to my seat. On the way I get quite personal with a number of passengers, and remind myself never to sit in an aisle seat. I heave a big sigh of relief when I finally manage to get back into my own seat and buckle up. Rain is pelting the outside of the window. The turbulence sticks around for a while, but finally things get smooth again and the fasten seat belt lights go off. Phew.

I sit back in my chair and watch another movie, and I finally doze off just as the captain announces that we're starting our descent. I run my hand through my hair and yawn. All I can see when I look down out of the window are clouds, and the captain tells us it's raining.

Doesn't it rain every day in England? We land with a bigger bounce than I would have expected and I feel quite relieved to be back on the ground as I pull my backpack out of the overhead and shuffle, along with everyone else, off the airplane and through the gate to the terminal building.

I pinch myself. I mean, I really do and it makes me yelp. Yep. This really is me, Twila Taunton in London, England. It's kind of surreal. I follow everyone else. They seem to know where they're going. We line up to go through customs and immigration and I dig my passport out of my backpack.
Well, that's all, folks. Trish managed to cram all of that into one little post! How clever! Hopefully it has given you a lot to think about.  Hope to be back soon with some more features and news!
Have a great week


No comments:

Post a Comment