Chrys Fey is my guest today with her book:
00:30 SECONDS
BLURB:
When Officer Blake Herro agreed to go undercover
in the Mob, he thought he understood the risks. But he's made mistakes and now
an innocent woman has become their target. He's determined to protect her at
all costs.
The Mob's death threat turns Dr. Dani Hart's life
upside down, but there is one danger she doesn’t anticipate. As she's dodging
bullets, she's falling in love with Blake. With danger all around them, will
she and Blake survive and have a happy ending, or will the Mob make good on
their threat?
BOOK LINKS:
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22591698-30-seconds
EXCERPT:
She panted with fear. What if they see the chest? What if we get
caught? What if my breath stinks and I’m breathing right into Officer Hottie’s
face? She shut her mouth and let oxygen flow through her nose.
Her eyesight slowly
adjusted to the darkness and she could see Officer Herro’s silhouette. His head
was turned and he was listening to the thuds of heavy boots getting louder; the
intruders were coming their way.
Then the thunder of
footsteps sounded right next to them. “There’s no one here, Red,” someone
announced.
“Look for documents,” a
man ordered, who Dani could only assume was Red. “I want the name of the person
I’m going to kill.”
A moment later, there was
a reply. “All the mail is addressed to a Dr. Hart.”
Hearing her name said
aloud by one of the men who had ransacked her place made her want to gasp. Her
mouth fell open and her breath was reversing into her lungs, but before she
could make a sound, Officer Herro lowered his lips to hers, silencing her.
Stunned, she could only lie beneath him with her eyes wide and her body tense.
She couldn’t believe he was kissing her. She wanted to push him back, but knew
if she did he might hit the inside of the chest, giving away their hiding
place. That was when she realized he was kissing her so she wouldn’t gasp.
She let her body relax.
After her initial shock faded, she was able to feel his lips. They were
comforting and caused a reaction deep inside her. She couldn’t stop her lips
from reacting to his. It was an innocent connection, a soft touch of lips.
Until his hand slid from her shoulder to her neck and the kiss deepened into
something else.
BIO:
Chrys Fey is a lover of rock music just like Dani
Hart in 30 Seconds. Whenever she's writing at her desk, headphones are always
emitting the sounds of her musical muses -especially that of her favorite band,
30 Seconds to Mars, the inspiration behind the title.
30 Seconds is her second eBook with The Wild Rose
Press. Her debut, Hurricane Crimes, is also available on Amazon.
Discover her writing tips on her blog, and connect
with her on Facebook. She loves to get to know her readers!
AUTHOR LINKS:
SOME AUTHOR TIDBITS:
Do you have a
favorite theme/genre you like to write about?
In all of my stories, whether they are thrillers or supernatural,
there is always romance. I can’t write a story without romance because it feels
empty without it. I also love to see my characters fall in love, even in
extreme situations like in 30 Seconds.
Do you listen to
music (or do something special) when you write?
I have to listen to music when I write. Music inspires me
and gives me ideas. It also gets me in the mood to write certain scenes. 30 Seconds is actually named after my
favorite band, Thirty Seconds to Mars.
What are your three favorite foods?
1. Cheese Pizza
2. Banana Bread
3. Pasta
Thank you for reading my interview with Judy! Now is your
turn to answer a question:
If the Mob was after you, what would you do and where would
you go to stay alive?
This is a time of smoke curling from chimneys, wild geese winging
southward, and once fertile fields stretching out barren and vacant. The last roses still cling to their stems along with the red berries of the mountain ash. Marigolds and geraniums defy the first light frosts of the season and stand proud in the chilly wind. Along sidewalks and on porches, golden pumpkins are piled in clusters or are marching in a line, showing off their many shades, shapes, and sizes. Dried corn stalks surround the lamp posts on our main street
through town, and winter wood is stacked in perfect rows along buildings,
awaiting fireplaces and wood burners. Deer enter the backyards now and scour the fruit trees for the last apples and pears.
November is a time for apple and pumpkin pie, nuts, hot chocolate, a
book and a cozy chair. It’s a time for reflecting on the past year and being
thankful for the beauty of our world that will slowly fall to sleep under a
blanket of white, yet awake again when spring’s warm breath blows across the
land.
