Writing the series became a mild obsession. It was mild because I have a day job, a horse, and a garden that I must take care of. I wrote in the late afternoons and on weekend nights. I didn't get much writing done when the weather was nice and sunny... You get the picture.
Despite the distractions, my muse and I quickly finished the plot, and I began another writing adventure with Jazmin and Ethan. I felt at home describing their life together and the adventures they survived. My editor once told me that she doesn’t read my books in the evening because they are too suspenseful.
This is exactly where I want to be—in an action movie with main characters that I love playing out before my eyes.
The excerpt from A Bodyguard's Trip to Peru begins when Jazmin and Ethan are captured by kidnappers after a hard-fought battle.
Description
While on a conference with the Secretary of State Ethan and Jazmin get
confronted with terrorists, drug dealers, and a bunch of nasty people.
The conference for counter-terrorist cooperation in Lima was meticulously
prepared. But for all that Ethan and the team of bodyguards can’t avoid a clash
with assassins trying to kill the Secretary of State and an encounter with the
resident drug cartel out for revenge. Once more the couple fights for their
lives.
Excerpt
He put an arm around her shoulder when she huddled against his side. “Are you
feeling all right?”
“Yeah.” She put a hand on his belly. “They gave us enough food and drink to be
satisfied. I was allowed to brush and braid my hair, and we could wash
ourselves. I hadn’t put it beyond them to hand you a razor. You look like a
thug by now, with that stubble.”
“Thanks a lot.” He gave a curt bow and ran a hand over the stubble on his chin.
“I don’t mind skipping shaving for a few days.”
Her voice sank to a threatening growl. “You won’t show up like some grizzly
hunter on Christmas day, right?”
Ethan pursed his lips as if pondering the possibility. “If I’m to play Santa, I
need more than stubble. I should start growing a beard right away.”
Jazmin made a disgusted face and he chuckled. “Imagine your mom’s face when I
open the door in some checkered flannel shirt, unkempt, and with a beard
reaching down to my chest. What would she say?”
“She’d check the name plate and ask if her son-in-law had moved.” Jazmin shook
her head. “Don’t do that to her. You know how much she loves to show off with
her famous son-in-law, the bodyguard. She’ll bring her closest friends and
their families. I bet she’d faint seeing you like a scoundrel.”
“And you?” He kissed the tip of her nose. “What would you say?”
Jazmin replied in her bedroom voice, “I’d rip that ugly shirt off your body,
push away the beard, and kiss my way down your navel. If you’d dare to wear
anything else, it would have to go, so I could check whether your accessories
were still intact on Christmas day.”
Ethan swallowed. He appeared out of breath. “You don’t like checkered flannel
shirts?”
“I like unwrapping you to see you in nothing, Ethan, and you damn well know
it.” She cocked her head. “The beard would be next on my list, of course.” And
when he arched his brows, she added, “I like my man neat, clean-shaven. That
reminds me that I’ve always wanted to wet shave you.”
“Wet shave? Why’s that?”
Jazmin ran a hand across his chin and cheek, smiling about his disgust. “The
feel of it. Nothing compares to a wet shave. It’s so…smooth.”
“You really want to do that?”
“A girl can have dreams, right?”
Ethan inched away from her to look her in the eyes. “If that’s something you
like—why haven’t you told me?”
Jazmin gave him an innocent look. “Because you once told me you didn’t like the
time and effort. Especially not with your fast growing beard.”
“You remember that? After such a long time?”
Jazmin nodded. “I do.”
He shook his head, then a smile broke through. “Let’s make a deal, princess.
Once back at home, I’ll allow you to shave me to your heart’s content, okay?
That’s my Christmas gift for you.”
She bit her lips. “Just the beard?”
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