The Questions
1) You’re
marooned on a small island with one person and one item of your choice—who is
that person and what item do you have?
I would want to be marooned with my twin soul, just as Ryan and Cait found each other in The Tempest
The item would be electricity. Let’s face it, there’s a lot we could figure out if we had the means to power it!
I would want to be marooned with my twin soul, just as Ryan and Cait found each other in The Tempest
The item would be electricity. Let’s face it, there’s a lot we could figure out if we had the means to power it!
2) Which
musical would you say best exemplifies your life – and which character in that
musical are you?
Mama Mia and I would most definitely be Donna!
Mama Mia and I would most definitely be Donna!
3) Take
these three words and give me a 100 word or less scenario using them: insurance, owed, talk
His eyes locked onto mine, compelling me, begging me, to talk to him. I owed him an explanation but I couldn’t come clean—not yet. Not when keeping him in the dark was just the insurance I needed to keep me alive.
His eyes locked onto mine, compelling me, begging me, to talk to him. I owed him an explanation but I couldn’t come clean—not yet. Not when keeping him in the dark was just the insurance I needed to keep me alive.
4) What
is your idea of how to spend romantic time with your significant other?
A candlelit dinner in a romantic restaurant at a table in a darkened corner… Followed by a walk along the
A candlelit dinner in a romantic restaurant at a table in a darkened corner… Followed by a walk along the
5) When
you start a new story, do you begin with a character, or a plot?
I usually begin with the plot. Then I determine who best could tell that story—male or female, their role in the plot, and what they will need and know every step of the way.
I usually begin with the plot. Then I determine who best could tell that story—male or female, their role in the plot, and what they will need and know every step of the way.
6) If
they were to make the story of your life into a movie, who should play you?
7) Who’s
your favorite horror villain and why?
Robert DeNiro in Cape Fear really freaked me out… He took someone who looked like anyone else and
Robert DeNiro in Cape Fear really freaked me out… He took someone who looked like anyone else and
8) Do
you have an historical crush and if so, who is it?
9) Is
there a story that you’d like to tell but you think the world isn’t ready to
receive it?
I’ve been asked to write my autobiography numerous times, but I’ve been reluctant to do so. I think for every person who has judged this book by its cover, they’d be surprised to learn of my true and amazing journey.
I’ve been asked to write my autobiography numerous times, but I’ve been reluctant to do so. I think for every person who has judged this book by its cover, they’d be surprised to learn of my true and amazing journey.
The Tempest Murders
by p.m.
Terrell
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BLURB:
A
provocative story of a love that spans centuries, of soul mates found, lost and
reunited… and the lengths to which one man will go to change their destiny.
Irish
Detective Ryan O’Clery is working a series of homicides in America when he
discovers a journal written by an uncle, Constable Rian Kelly, five generations
earlier. The journal detailed the same type of murders as the worst storm in
Ireland’s history slammed into the island in 1839.
As
Hurricane Irene barrels toward the North Carolina coastline, Ryan discovers
even the killer’s description matches his cases exactly. And as he falls in
love with television reporter Cathleen Reilly, he begins to wonder if she is
the reincarnation of Caitlin O’Conor, Rian Kelly’s lover—the woman who was lost
to the killer as the storm raged in Ireland—and if he is the reincarnation of
Constable Rian Kelly.
Now
he’s in a race to rescue Cathleen before the killer finds her—or is history
destined to repeat itself?
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EXCERPT:
They were
bites away from finishing their meal when the sky opened up. There might have
been a warning, had he been by himself and able to observe his surroundings;
but by the time he noticed the trees bending deeply and the gray clouds
roiling, the rain had descended on them in a torrent. Within seconds, their
food was floating.
A tiny shriek
escaped Cathleen’s lips as she vainly tried to keep the rain off her head.
Ryan jumped
up, grabbed her wrist and in one fluid movement, had her on her feet. They
raced for the back door, managing to rush inside just as a wicked clap of
thunder sounded, followed almost instantly by a white streak of lightning.
Once inside,
he closed the door, plunging them both into relative silence. He turned around,
an offer to get her a towel on his lips. But when he laid eyes on her, the
words froze. She was completely drenched. Her hair was hanging in folds from
which water streamed until it formed a puddle on the hardwood floor. Her thin
blouse was plastered to her body and seemed to highlight the black lace bra
beneath. It further accentuated a slender waist before giving way to jeans that
she now appeared to have been poured into. Her feet were soaked and as he took
in the petite toes peeking out, he found himself staring at the pink polish and
a Celtic toe ring before his eyes moved back up her body.
By the time
they reached her eyes, he felt as if he was on automatic pilot. His mind was
completely blank, his emotions swept away. He stepped toward her at the exact
moment he reached out and pulled her to him, the wet blouse teasing his chest.
He didn’t look in her eyes but closed his as his lips locked onto hers.
They were
everything he’d dreamed about; full and moist and soft. But she wasn’t kissing
him.
He stopped
and took a step backward, separating them. She stood perfectly still and stared
at him with eyes that had grown round and huge. Her face had lost its color and
as she continued staring at him, he realized she was in shock.
Horrified
with his own boorish behavior, he stumbled over his words. “I am so sorry. I’ve
never done anything like that in my life—”
She rushed at
him and for the briefest of moments, he didn’t know if she planned to slap him
or pummel him or push him to the side to rush out the door. He staggered
backward to get out of her way but when she descended on him her arms encircled
his neck, pulling his head down to hers. When their lips met again, hers were slightly
open and she met his mouth with a passion he had only dreamed about but had
never fully experienced.
Ryan’s arms
wrapped around her; pulling her to him so tightly he had to contain himself to
keep from bruising her. She tasted sweet and fresh, the raindrops mingling with
perspiration and a fragrance that was both soothing and wild and which seemed
to envelop them both in a sensual cocoon.
His large
hand found her face, the palm cupping her chin while his fingers stroked her
jaw. Her skin was as soft as silk and moist from the rain; and as her lips
parted further to allow him in, he thought he could never get enough of her. As
one hand wandered to her hair, weaving his fingers through the long tresses, a
mingled scent of citrus and florals wafted upward, growing in intensity as he
fondled her locks.
He pressed
his body against her, tightening his hold on her as his other hand explored her
back, kneading her skin through the thin, wet blouse. Her breath was coming in
short shallow bursts now and he could feel her heart quickening as he pressed
ever closer. When she sighed softly, he opened his eyes and when she moaned, he
reluctantly drew back from her, his muscled chest rising and falling and
yearning.
Her face was
flushed, the heat rising in her cheeks in a way that tantalized him. Her plump
lips remained slightly parted and as he gazed at them, he realized he might
have bruised them despite his efforts to control his passion. As his eyes found
hers, he discovered them staring at him in a way that disarmed him. The gold
flecks he had seen earlier appeared to have grown and now they nearly glowed as
she looked at him. They were tumultuous, the colors dancing under her long,
curved black lashes. But it was the raw emotion in them that gripped his soul;
he’d seen desire before and had witnessed passion but there was something
more—something deeper. It was trust, he realized with a start. As if she was
standing before him, naked to the soul and she was entrusting herself to his
care.
In his
peripheral vision, he could see her chest rising and falling with her jagged
breath and each rise threatened to take him closer to the peak of desire.
.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
p.m.terrell
is the pen name for Patricia McClelland Terrell, the award-winning,
internationally acclaimed author of more than eighteen books in four genres:
contemporary suspense, historical suspense, computer how-to and non-fiction.
Prior to
writing full-time, she founded two computer companies in the Washington, DC
Metropolitan Area: McClelland Enterprises, Inc. and Continental Software
Development Corporation. Among her clients were the Central Intelligence
Agency, United States Secret Service, U.S. Information Agency, and Department
of Defense. Her specialties were in white collar computer crimes and computer
intelligence.
Vicki’s Key
was a top five finalist in the 2012 International Book Awards and 2012 USA Book
Awards nominee and her historical suspense, River Passage, was a 2010 Best
Fiction and Drama Winner. It was determined to be so historically accurate that
a copy of the book resides at the Nashville Government Metropolitan Archives in
Nashville, Tennessee.
She is also
the co-founder of The Book ‘Em Foundation, an organization committed to raising
public awareness of the correlation between high crime rates and high
illiteracy rates. She is the organizer of Book ‘Em North Carolina, an annual
event held in Lumberton, North Carolina, to raise funds to increase literacy
and reduce crime. For more information on this event and the literacy campaigns
funded by it, visit www.bookemnc.org.
She sits on
the boards of the Friends of the Robeson County Public Library and the Robeson
County Arts Council. She has also served on the boards of Crime Stoppers and
Crime Solvers and became the first female president of the Chesterfield
County-Colonial Heights Crime Solvers in Virginia.
For more
information visit the author’s website at www.pmterrell.com, follow her on
Twitter at @pmterrell, her blog at www.pmterrell.blogspot.com, and on Facebook
under author.p.m.terrell.
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