What’s the scoop on the romance? Why
can’t the hero and heroine get on with their sweet loving?
You’d
think, since he saved her life, that Cleo would instantly fall into Libra’s
arms in a heap of grateful, quivering lady-love. The physical chemistry is
undeniable, but she doesn’t trust the urbanite as far as she could spit.
Cleo is a ‘triber’
from the Taiga forest and Libra hails from the city of Gomeda. They have some
serious misconceptions to overcome and it doesn’t help that they’re both lying
through their teeth about, well,… everything.
What the heck is a Taiga?
Also known
as a boreal forest, the Taiga (pronounced ty-guh) is the world’s largest land
biome and comprises 29% of the world’s forest. It circles the globe, with the
largest bits located in Russia and Canada. The winters are long, cold and harsh.
In Jump Zone, the Taiga is divided into regional tribes named for common
animals like wolverine, beaver, bear, wolf, moose, etc...
Survivalists
by nature, the tribers are protective of their lands, and their resources.
Especially their energy source. Shhh… spoilers!
What makes Jump Zone’s hero sexy?
Libra is
the Robin Hood of Gomeda. Born into a wealthy, powerful family, he eschews his high-born
status and fights for the marginalized citizens living in the slums of Gomeda.
His idealism gets him a sentence of hard labor in the penal colony but it also
gives him the hardened edge he needs to survive the coming turmoil.
Fave line?
“For the
record, I’ve never killed another human being. Not even a Banger.” Cleo Rush
says this when defending her reputation against Libra’s assumptions that she’s
some kind of savage. Second fave is, “You’ve never had bacon? You poor,
deprived soul.” Because…
obviously!
Where did you get the idea for your
story?
I had an
idea for a post-apocalyptic Romeo and Juliet type of story but the world didn’t
begin building in my head until a family vacation took us on a drive through
Northern Ontario. The untamed beauty of the landscape literally took my breath
away. Miles and miles of uninhabited land, a stunning palette of greens and
dark blues, harsh rocky outcrops. I thought, “What if I had to survive out here…”
Is this a stand-alone or part of a
series?
Cleo Falls
is book one of the Jump Zone trilogy. Libra Rising is scheduled to release in
December 2013, followed by the series conclusion in the spring of 2014.
Book Synopsis:
All Cleo wants, all she’s ever wanted, is the acceptance of her
tribe and the love of her family... and she almost dies trying to earn it.
But the man who saved her, who found beauty in her flaws and loved
her without condition, has cruelly betrayed her, and she’s dying all
over again.
Was it all lies? His words, his promises, his kisses? Lost
in unfamiliar territory, Cleo will fight the forces that conspire
to destroy her homeland, even if she has to do it alone.
Libra longs for freedom—from prison, from pretense, and from
his birthright... but he’s caught in a political game where only greed
and power can win, and Cleo Rush is the pawn. How much is he willing
to sacrifice for liberty? His morals, his principles, the woman
he loves? No matter which path he chooses, people will die, their
blood on his hands. And it could be hers.
To save themselves and their world, Cleo and Libra must overcome
the double tragedy that binds their families in hatred.
Together, they might live. Apart, Cleo will fall.
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Excerpt:
Taiga
Forest
I’d always presumed the moments
before death would be fuzzy and warm.
They’re not. Death is painful. And
cold.
Death is terrifying.
For me, there are no sepia vignettes
of my childhood, no sign of my mother’s smiling face to usher me into a
blissful afterlife, open armed. There’s nothing to distract me from the fright
that slams me every time my mouth fills, every time my head slips under.
No matter how hard I kick or thrash,
the current is merciless, dragging me downriver, closer to the edge, closer to
the—
I can’t even think the word.
I claw for the surface, flailing
desperately for something to grab onto. But there’s nothing. Not a rock, not a
log, not even a stray root. Even if by some miracle I don’t drown, there is
nothing to save me from the fall.
Seventy feet, straight down.
And the rocks at the bottom… I’ll be
smashed.
My chest burns so bad, I want to
scream from it. Can’t, don’t dare. I bite down on the inside of my lips to seal
them from another mouthful of icy water and taste the copper of my blood. I
will my legs to get me to the surface for another breath, but I’m tumbling
through the blackness, not sure which way is up.
The rapids twist and toss me, pull
me fast and hard as if they’re doing me a favor in getting me to the edge
quickly. It’ll be over soon. Yet every agonizing second feels never-ending.
The more my muscles ache from cold,
the heavier my limbs become, the slower time goes. Death is a cruel bitch.
My lungs are on fire. And no matter
that my eyeballs feel like they’ve been dunked in acid, panic won’t let me
close them.
There’s a legend amongst my people
of a Ghost Warrior, a survivalist from Old Canada who lost his life in the
Polar Wars. They say he guides folks home in their time of need, gives them a
second chance. Where is this phantom rescuer for me? Am I not worthy?
I already know the answer…
The pressure in my chest begins to
crack me open. I acknowledge my fate, look it in the eye, welcome it. The
thought frees me. The simple act of mental acquiescence releases my fear,
replaces it with regret. And anger. I’ll never get a chance to make amends to
my tribe, to Jaegar or my father, never feel the love I’ve tried so hard, so damned hard, to earn.
Anger fuels my strength, gives me a
final burst of energy. My anaesthetized legs push off of something solid. My
head breaches the surface.
I scream in Death’s face.
Then water fills me, douses my fire.
I am numb, unable to feel my extremities, unable to feel anything. Like a piece
of flotsam, the current tosses me over the precipice toward the jagged rocks
below. My world goes dark.
AUTHOR BIO:
Almost every author says they wanted to write from a very early age. Not
me. I wanted to be a detective like Nancy Drew, or a
wildlife expert like Jim Fowler or an archaeologist like Indiana
Jones. Or have my own island resort and make fantasies come true!
I didn't do too badly with any of those...
I married a detective, worked in a zoo, explored ship wrecks instead
of old ruins, and spent 18 glorious years living on a sunny island.
As for those fantasies...
I also write erotic romance as Wylie Kinson.
Happy reading!
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