Welcome to your introduction to some of the fantastic authors who are already signed up for the conference. Today I'm showcasing
Hi Gina, welcome to Alpha Heroes! What's your angle?
Hi Nicola! I like to write romantic suspense but I am thinking about trying out a new genre with the next book I write. I am a new author with two RomSuspense books set in the Detroit area in the hopper, targeting a publishing date in the next few months. Standing Ovation will likely come out first, and is about a woman who goes on a reality show and gets caught up in a scandal and later a murder investigation. She befriends Will, a full-time repo man and part-time private investigator.
Reality show + murder + RepoMan Romance? That sounds amazing! But now let's talk about RustCity.
1. Fill in the blank: "I used to be really good at being adventurous , but these days I'm pretty rusty."
2. Eminem or Aretha? Explain.
Aretha!! I love Eminem, but he can't compete with Aretha, Otis, Stevie, Sam, etc. Motown music is timeless and better each time I hear it. I suspect people will say the same about Eminem in 20 or 30 years, but in the meantime, Motown already has that patina.
3. Choose One:
I'm confused. And not from around here.
4. What are you looking forward to most at the RustCity conference? I belong to Greater Detroit Romance Writers of America. A number of the members of the chapter will be at Rust City, so I am looking forward to a weekend with this group of fun and Inspiring ladies. RWA is a lovely clan, I agree!
5. What is an off-the-cuff association you have with Michigan, Detroit, or Troy? Born and raised.
6. Your latest work of fiction features a wealthy industrialist and an R&B singer. What's the first sentence? His steps echoed around the dank alley as he raced toward the shaft of light spilling out from beneath a steel door.
Optional: What's it about? Set in 1920's. He's being chased and ends up in rough area of Detroit. He'll beg to be let into the speakeasy. The singer will walk up from the shadows and sweet talk the doorman into letting the rich industrialist into the secret club. Of course he'll fall for her when she starts to sing. Oh, I really like the 1920s/speakeasy twist. Yum.
7. And finally, would you like to participate in the Alpha Heroes Five Words Fiction Game? I'd love to!
Yay! Gina was kind enough to let me choose which story needed another installment, so without further ado, here is the HOT addition to
THE INFERNAL ENGINE
Part 1, by Lorelei Brown
Part 2, by Marie Piper
Part 3, by Seleste deLaney
Part 4, by Cindy Spencer Pape
Challenge words: Glue, Jaundice, Barracks, Climb and Solvent
Part 5, by Gina SterlingI love how these stories twist and turn, and I am in love with this twist. I can't wait to see how it resolves! Thanks so much for appearing hear on Alpha Heroes, Gina! Where can fans of your work find you?
Jessa watched the woman’s dainty white gloved fingers climb her ridiculous curls up to the ugly feathers on her hat. The woman needlessly adjusted the set of her hat then returned her attention to her drink. She had yet to take one real sip. Jessa couldn’t believe this was the woman the Frenchman had sent her to find. This woman was too fragile, too innocent, and too butter on bacon to have had a rendezvous with a man in the middle of the night.
The Frenchman wanted Jessa to approach the woman in the bar. However, Jessa preferred to conduct such business in private since one never knew how such things would go. The Frenchman wouldn’t like it, but if he wanted it done his way, he should have come himself.
Jessa pulled out some coins and dropped them on the bar. She motioned with her head for Oates to follow her out of the pub. She never looked back to see if he did. Like a hungry dog, he always stuck to her like glue. Maybe if he were more financially solvent, he would stop. However, Jessa doubted Oates had more than a few weeks left on this side of hell since Oates’s eyes had recently taken on the unmistakable yellow color of jaundice.
Back on the street, Jessa went half a block before she ducked into an alley. She pulled out the note her fellow Badger had left at the bar. He’d written the woman’s address and a description of the machine. Jessa assumed the Badger at the bar had blown his cover and was leaving town before the mission was further compromised. This was good for her plan. However, if she was going to double-cross the Badgers, she had to kill the man from the bar before he reported to the organization that she and Oates were taking his place.
Killing the Badger would require stealth and skill. Oates, who had made it to the alley and was swaying on his feet, had neither. She hit Oates’s chest and motioned him in closer. “Wait here. I’ll take care of the turncoat then meet you at our usual spot.” Oates nodded and said something barely coherent before he fell backward.
Jessa left Oates snoring atop a pile of broken crates and walked toward the train station. As she passed the gates to an abandoned barracks, someone yanked her inside. She was pushed against a stone wall and held with her hands above her head. She readied herself to scream, but her breath caught when she locked eyes with the damn Badger himself.
His head tilted to the side as he looked her up and down. His one hand imprisoned her wrists with just enough force to bruise her ego while his other hand slipped under her coat and found the soft curve of her breast. A smile teased the corners of his lips. “I knew it,” he whispered.
I'm so glad I played, Nicola! this was fun! Readers can find me at my website or on Facebook while we wait for Standing Ovation!