Thank you Kimber for inviting me today and helping me celebrate the debut of Explosive Combination and the launch of my romance writing career.
Thanks for stopping by, KayLyn! It’s great to have you here and congrats on your new release! đ Mind telling us a bit about it?
After thirty years of writing for corporations, which verged on creative writing and pushed that fiction/non-fiction line sometimes, I leaped with joy over the line about two years ago.
I write Romantic Suspense because thatâs what I enjoy the most; a good story filled with what I like to call âRun and Gun and LOTS of Fun!â
A very close cousin looked at me when I told her about this book and asked, âWhy didnât you write about cowboys? You know enough about them.â
Thatâs probably the reason I didnât.
Weekends of my youth were filled with western horse shows. Weâd fill the camper with my parents and all six kids (yes, I have four Alpha brothers and a sister) and a few strays from the neighborhood always managed to wiggle in as well. Weâd pull a horse trailer with six to eight horses on board, park everyone in the grassy field next to a show ring and spend the weekend under the blazing sun and field lights at night.
By most accounts, it was every little girlâs dream; horses and cowboys.
By the time I reached seventeen, Iâd had enough of both. I traded my mare in for the horsepower found under the hood of muscle cars and my boots for high heels.
I discovered bad boys were everywhere. Thank God! I finally found there were a few good men and some of them drove fast cars. Macho Marine had a Road Runner in those days and it could pass everything on the highwayâŠexcept a gas station.
After following my Marine across the country and around the world for twenty-three years, he changed his uniform for khaki slacks and button-down shirts. But it was the men and women we met during those years of military service that are the inspiration for the strong women who handle their Alpha males in my books.
In Explosive Combination, ATF Special Agent Harper Tambini is kidnapped by a Colombian drug lord and forced to use her explosives knowledge to kill his competition before she can escape with the help of undercover CIA agent Rafe Silva. As they make their way through the rivers, mountains and jungles, their desire for each other detonates. But Harper reminds Rafe of his murdered fiancĂ©e, and the shadow world he wants to leave. Harper learned the hard way that men never stay, so now she doesnât keep them around long enough to see if the sparks can light a fire that will last forever. In their short time together, can they crystalize a relationship, or will it all blow up?
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Excerpt:
Rafe stood on Harperâs balcony and watched her sleep. Heâd slipped undetected over the railing from his rooms next door. Christ, the Deputy Director of the CIA was involved. Rafe was now responsible for Harperâs safety and he vowed heâd die before heâd allow anything or anyone to hurt her.
Harper stirred. He crept to the bed and bent to shake her shoulder to awaken her.
She grabbed his arm and flipped him onto the bed face down, arms locked behind his back. She held a steak knife to his throat. His legs splayed, and her knee nudged his crotch.
âHarper,â he choked out in English, âIâm CIA. Iâm one of the good guys. Let me up.â
She held her position. âYouâre very high ranking in this organization to be CIA. How long have you been under cover?â She kept her face close to his and spoke in undertones.
Good. She wasnât going to immediately blow his cover. âI started at the top. NarvĂĄez and I were college roommates. Now can you get off me?â
His heart beat rapidly for what seemed to take forever. The cold steel at his throat didnât quiver. He heard her sigh and the pressure of her leg at his crotch ease. She finally removed the knife from his throat and slid off his back.
âIâd hoped someone was inside, but I didnât think it was you.â She moved quickly away from him and braced herself on her knees, the knife still held in fighting position.
Rafe rolled onto his back and sat up. He rubbed where the blade had pressed, thankful not to feel any blood on his neck. âYouâre good. I never saw you steal that from the supper table.â He glanced at the satisfied look on her face.
âYes, I am good. The hardest part was to find some place under that dress that it wouldnât imprint. The last thing I wanted was NarvĂĄez to strip-search me at the supper table.â She shuddered.
He fluffed a pillow and leaned against the headboard as he stretched out his legs that had gotten a nice little workout in the past two hours. The climb up the mountain wasnât strenuous, but a gain of a thousand feet over two miles wasnât a stroll on the beach. It was his crotch, not his burning thighs, that he wanted to rub. But he was too much a Southern gentleman to make such a crude move.
BIO
KaLyn Cooperâs romances blend fact and fiction with blazing heat and heart-pounding suspense. Twenty-two years as a military wife has shown KaLyn the world, and thirty years in PR taught her that fact can be stranger than fiction. She leaves it up to the reader to separate truth from imagination. She, her husband, and bird dog live in Tennessee on a micro-plantation filled with gardens, cattle, and quail. When sheâs not writing, sheâs at the shooting range or on the river.