I’ve got good friend and fellow author Karen Lopp here today, sitting in the hot seat (well, probably the luke-warm seat–I’m not cut-throat in my interviews) at Jenna’s Journal. So sit back, Karen, and let me into your soul. 🙂
1. Tell us a little bit about your new release. Splintered Lies is my debut romantic suspense. It involves a drug cartel bent on vengeance and two undercover officers who must work together to bring the cartel to justice. The Romance Review gave it a 4 stars.
2. I am a fanatic about my character names. Are the character names special in any way? Some names I just fall in love with and that is what happened with my hero’s name, Jerah. Usually I search for a name that fits the character.
3. Do you have plans for a sequel to this book? While working on my next suspense novel part of the plot flowed great with Splintered Lies so I tied them together for a sequel. Jerah and Rissa will have a cameo appearance in the next book.
4. Who was the first romance author and book you read? Aw, geez, that was way too long ago to remember. It was probably Barbra Cartland or Georgette Heyer.
5. Who has been the greatest influence on your writing? My husband, he has been my sounding board, my fan, and a great role model for the hero’s in my stories.
6. What is the most exciting/daredevil thing you’ve ever done? Class V river rafting. My sister-in-law, who had our kids and my nephews at an observation point, watched us disappear in a huge hole and thought she was going to have to adopt six kids that day. It was a blast.
Now, Lightning Round:
7. What is your favorite amusement park ride? Roller coaster, the faster the better.
8. Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate
9. Boxers, briefs or commando? Boxers.
10. Blond, brunette or redhead? (preferred men’s hair color) brunette
11. Would you rather skydive or scuba dive? Scuba dive. It is not over so fast and there are so many beautiful colors in the sea.
12. Would you rather vacation in Hawaii, Vegas or London? I’ve been to Hawaii and Vegas so I’d choose London. It would be exciting to explore places I’ve never been
Detective Rissa Marten sacrificed her only chance for a normal life to put a drug lord behind bars. Now, her life in the shadows has to be brought to life to save the man she has secretly loved for years. With a price on her head can she risk letting him know?
Detective Jerah Qassem has built his career as an undercover agent in the dangerous world of drug cartels. But, when a ghost from his past is resurrected, can he overcome his bitterness in time to save her life?
BUY LINK: http://tinyurl.com/SplinteredLies
FIND ME: http://karenlopp.com
Stories have always been a part of my life, from books to tales passed down from my ancestors that brought history to life. Danger, struggles and the will power to overcome are all found in the rich legacy of my family tree. Inspiration from their lives inspired me to write what I love. Branching out to contemporary suspense has been another dream come true. I hope my stories bring you entertainment and inspiration.
I love history of all times and places. And my second but equal love of suspense fills my books.
Jerah Qassem had never been more grateful for his years of undercover training than at this moment. Fingers tight around the tumbler to stop the tremors, he watched the apparition glide up to the bar, and wondered if someone had laced his drink with a hallucinogen. Mary was dead. He had nightmares or wet dreams about her most nights for the last eight years.
It wasn’t only the woman’s face that had his insides swirling like a hurricane. It was the way she moved. Long, smooth strides, shoulders straight and eyes darting around like a caged cat. Mary had always been casting looks over her shoulder as if she expected someone to jump out and chase her. But those legs were just as toned and shapely as Mary’s had been. She had been athletic and grabbed every chance she could to romp around the beach. Even the hair was the exact same color of ripened wheat and bounced just below her shoulders. Just like Mary had worn it.
Chills erupted all over his body and cold fingers caressed the nape of his neck. Unable to blink, Jerah stared at the ghost of Mary. The girl he had sent to her death in a fit of anger. The girl he had fallen in love with, yet had been too proud and ambitious to acknowledge until she was gone. Forever.
Jerah closed his eyes against the jarring memory of two firemen holding him back from the charred remains of the building he had sent Mary into as three body bags were carried out. A shudder rattled down his spine. He had relived that day too often. When he glanced back at the bar, the woman had taken a seat and smiled at the bartender. Jerah knew that smile. The same smile that once had almost melted his resolve to not get involved. He had had a career to build. Mary had stirred up thoughts of forever and love, things he hadn’t been ready for. The temptation had been great. But somehow, he persevered and tossed away the best thing that had ever happened to him.
Air exploded from his chest and Jerah shook his head. He did not believe in ghosts. Prickles sprang up his legs as if his blood had decided to flow again. He tugged his leaden body from the chair and stalked to the bar. “Give me a shot of Wild Turkey.” Needing the fortification, he gulped down the amber liquid. Fire burned down his throat. Nope, he wasn’t dreaming. Hands braced on the edge of the bar, he turned to the woman at his side.