Today I am pleased to welcome a fellow member of the Mid-Michigan Romance Writers of America, Jennifer Lowery. She's here to tell us about her latest release, and she's offering a special gift to one commenter!
Hi, Patty and all you fabulous readers out there *waves* Thank you so much for having me today! My debut book, The Treasure, released this month so I’m very excited to be here! Thank you so much for sharing it with me!!
In honor of my release I am giving away a $5.00 Amazon gift card to one lucky commenter so please leave me a comment with your EMAIL to be entered to win!!
Every writer gets asked where their inspiration comes from for their stories, I think. Sometimes we have a clear answer, others, not so much. The Treasure actually came to me in the form of the aunt instead of the hero or heroine. I just knew I had to write Aunt Pandora’s story. She was such a strong presence, and her story needed to be told. Telling her story from the grave was another matter all together, lol.
Aunt Pandora left her three nieces each a gift after her passing. Each gift is a simple thing from her life that makes no sense to the sisters. But, in a letter she hand writes on her deathbed she leaves a cryptic message for each niece. This series will be three books. One for each sister and their journey to discover the message hidden in the gift given by what they thought was a crazy old lady. But what they discover is the one thing Aunt Pandora never found for herself. The one thing she wanted each of the sisters to discover through her gifts, as she was unable to until it was too late.
Amelia’s story is the first in the series. She’s the youngest of the three sisters. The one who wanted to follow in Aunt Pandora’s footsteps the most and live the wild, free-spirited lifestyle her aunt had. So, when she receives a hand-drawn map from her aunt leading to a buried treasure she takes that leap of faith and leaves her ordinary life behind for her chance at adventure. Except her Indiana Jones turns out to be a brooding, gruff bush pilot and the jungle is not an exotic wonderland.
I hope you enjoy Amelia and Brody’s story! I had so much fun writing them! Sparks flew from page one and boy does Brody have his hands full with this Sawyer sister, lol. I’m currently working on Book #2, The Prize, which will be the middle sister, Brittany. Look for her to chase down her gift in Africa with a Doctors Without Borders hero who has no time for a woman with commitment issues. Book#3, The Secret, will be after that, featuring the oldest sister, Caroline and a detective staying at her Bed & Breakfast, on the down low. Until he saves a life and ends up on the front page of the local paper!
Thank you for having me today, Patty!! I just want to send out a big THANK YOU to all my readers out there! Without you I wouldn’t be here. My wish is to one day meet each and every one of you so I can personally thank you for your generosity and support!
All my best,
All my best,
Amelia Sawyer is looking for adventure outside her ordinary life. She hires bush pilot Brody Kern to fly her into the South American jungle, expecting a dashing, debonair version of Indiana Jones, but Amelia butts heads with the brooding, gruff man.
Brody Kern, former Air Force fighter pilot, doesn’t need another Sawyer determined to find the elusive Paraíso. People had been hurt or killed trying to find the mysterious place, including Amelia’s aunt, but Brody’s business partner has cleaned out their account and taken off with the money. Now Jeremy’s bookie is breathing down Brody’s neck, threatening to break his kneecaps, or worse, if he doesn’t pay his friend’s gambling debts.
As Brody and Amelia hunt down the treasure with every criminal in the area wanting a piece, will it be the adventure of a lifetime—or will it result in heartbreaking betrayal?
Sensuality Level: Sensual
The door to the hangar flew open. Brody popped his head out. “Miss Sawyer, we have to go. Right now. Move it.”
Not the words she wanted to hear, but his tone and the red welt on his cheek got her moving. Clutching her bags like a shield, she hurried toward the hangar, tripping only once in her rush to see what happened.
She stumbled through the door. “What happened?” she asked, staring at the crumpled body of Mr. Newton and another man she didn’t recognize on the floor.
Brody, who was throwing side panels on the plane, barked, “Get in the plane.”
“That plane?” Getting in the red and white piece of tin didn’t sound like a good idea. The plane looked even less reliable than his Land Rover. And wasn’t that an engine part lying on the floor beside his toolbox?
“She’ll run fine.” Brody ran around to the other side of the plane, obviously to finish his hasty repair and put his plane back together. “Now, get the hell in.”
Mr. Newton groaned.
“I’m not sure about this,” she said. “What did you do to them?”
“Nothing they didn’t invite.”
In other words, he wasn’t going to tell her.
“If you don’t get in this plane right now, then our friends there are going to wake up and they aren’t going to be happy. They want the map, Miss Sawyer, and I have no intention of giving it to them. Do you?”
Amelia shook her head, looking at the two men who were beginning to stir. “Okay, okay.” She hurried toward the plane. “You’re giving me answers to your change of heart just as soon as we get out of here, Brody Kern.”
He opened the door for her, took her bags and tossed them in the back, then lifted her in the front seat before he slammed the door closed. Once he was in the seat next to her, he brought the plane to life. It choked and sputtered before gaining power.
Reaching over her shoulder, she put on a seatbelt as Brody maneuvered the plane out of the hangar and onto the runway, which was nothing more than a cleared path through the jungle. The plane bounced and shook as they gained speed. It was nothing like the jet she flew in on. Nothing at all.
She had loved the plane ride over. Loved flying the second she set foot on the jet. Maybe because it was the official start of her adventure, but either way, it was more fun than this. Safer, for sure. Brody’s plane sounded like a tank rattling down the road and it rode like one too. And she thought his Land Rover was bad. It felt like riding in a tin can with seats. Very close quarters. Every time they hit a bump, her shoulder hit Brody’s.
“Are we going fast enough?” Amelia asked, worried they would hit the end of the runway before they gained enough speed. “Do you know how to fly this thing?”
Brody didn’t answer, just concentrated on his task. He seemed confident enough with his hands on the oddly shaped steering wheel and his eyes watching the many dials. She had one of the funny shaped wheels on her side too, but she didn’t touch it. It moved with Brody’s so she let him have it.
Nerves pounding, heart pumping, Amelia held on for dear life as they barreled down the runway. Frightened and excited, she watched the runway get shorter. Her life was in Brody’s hands and somehow that exhilarated her. Trees rushed past, her heart raced.
They were almost at the end of the path. Trees loomed ahead, tall and unyielding, creating a barrier. Amelia gripped the seat in anticipation.
They weren’t going to make it.
Jennifer Lowery lives in Michigan where she spends her time writing stories feature alpha heroes who meet their match with strong, independent heroines. Learn more about her at www.jenniferloweryauthor.com. Check out her blog Romance Recipes at http://romancerecipes.wordpress.com/
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