Today, I am pleased to present Donna Shields, whose new book, Secrets of Jenkins Bridge is about to be released from Soul Mate Publishing.
An FBI agent discovers more than embezzling and murder when he takes on the kidnapping case of a daughter he never knew he had.
Wow! Now that she has our interest, I’ll let Donna take over and tell us a bit about herself:
Donna: Thank you so much for having me here, Callie. I’m a mom of six and a gramma of two. I live in the beautiful Upstate, South Carolina. I’m a pretty busy gal with my writing, a full time normal paying job (Warehouse Receiver), I co-own a motorcycle repair shop with my husband, and we’re working on opening another business-an auction site
Callie: My goodness, you are certainly a busy lady. It’s amazing that you find time to write such fabulous books. What does your family think of your writing?
Donna: I think I kind of blew them all away because I didn’t really tell anyone I was writing books. Guess I thought if I told everyone and then I couldn’t publish them, then it was a failure. My attitude has changed drastically now. I was even freaked out to have my mom read The Swan Cove Murders (only because of the sex scenes, lol)
Callie: Of course. We never want our parents, or our children either, to realize we know anything about sex. What do you think makes a good story?
Donna: A kick butt romance with good amount of conflict, and some sort of evil villain. I’m a huge suspense fan.
Callie: I LOVE evil villains. The more evil, the better, lol. What are you working on now?
Donna: Boneknapper, a paranormal romantic suspense. It’s about my hero, a doctor, who has a Voodoo curse placed on him due to a small boy’s accidental death and Trent couldn’t save the boy’s life. Enters my heroine, a detective, when graves are desecrated including the doctor’s father’s. In each of the four graves, a pinky bone is missing. Trent and Ciarra are thrown into the world of Voodoo as Trent only has about a week to save himself from certain death.
Callie: Wow, talk about tension. Sounds like a real nail-biter. Do you love or hate writing sex scenes?
Donna: I’m kind of on the fence. Maybe as I get use to writing them, I’ll like it more.
Callie: Hmmm. Maybe if you knew your mother wasn’t going to read them… But what I really want to know is what was your reaction when you got the first “call?”
I was a basket case. Sitting there at my computer while checking my email, I spotted my editor, Debby’s, email. I was actually afraid to open it at first. All I could think was, ‘Oh great. Another rejection.’ But once I finally did open it, I was in shock. I read that email ten times to ensure I wasn’t hallucinating (Not that I hallucinate or anything, lol). I got up and walked around my island in the kitchen in circles a few times. Then, I cried and laughed at the same time. If anyone had been around, they probably would have committed me, lol. I called one of my close friends, my second mom, and she nearly cried with me. Then I called my husband and so down the line. Even six months later, I’m still in awe. I don’t think that ever really goes away.
Callie: I think you’re right, Donna. That feeling never does go away. Now tell us about your new book.
Hunting down a dangerous mob boss has brought FBI agent Mitchell Donovan home, reawakening an old flame, resurrecting a dead best friend, and discovering fatherhood. As if those aren’t enough, his new case will push everything else aside: finding the kidnappers who took the daughter he never knew he had.
Katherine Delaney never forgot the heartbreak Mitchell had caused with his abrupt departure all those years ago. With her dead ex-husband accused of murder and her daughter kidnapped, she will place her trust in the one man who could trample her heart again if she gets too close. But, will the resurrection of Katherine’s ex-husband and Mitchell’s chase for a killer destroy their second chance at love and happiness?
Callie: Oh, that’s not enough. We have to have an excerpt, too.
They followed the paramedic toward the ambulance while Gladys and the other woman continued to talk.
He’d had a nightmare in the early hours before Gladys’ call had awakened him. The Camaro from his dream sat in the same exact spot. Aidan pointed out the car and told Mitchell he had to save ‘her’, whoever that might be. He figured he was about to find out. If, in fact, he wasn’t losing his marbles.
As they rounded the corner to the back of the ambulance, Gladys stopped short causing Mitchell to nearly colliding into her. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” he croaked, and then cleared his raw throat. “What’s the victim’s name?”
The paramedic shook her head, blonde ponytail swishing. “We don’t know. Haven’t found any ID yet, and she’s a little confused. Has a nasty bump to the head.”
He let Gladys climb aboard. Her upward movement stopped in midair, one leg dangling a little too close to Mitchell’s jewels. He jumped back as she whipped around, almost losing her balance. In a barely audible tone, she said, “I know her.”
“You know practically the entire town.” Mitchell gestured toward the victim. “Say something. Who is she?”
Her gaze stared off in the distance above his head. “It’s just so weird. It’s the widow whose husband drove off that bridge.” She pointed toward Jenkins Bridge, the old wooden-covered overpass in the distance.
An icy chill ran up his spine. Gladys moved aside, giving him full view of Katherine Delaney. She may be battered and bloody, but Mitchell could never forget her face, her high cheekbones, or the tiny, turned up nose. Shit.
Their eyes met, and his chest instantly tightened, his throat constricting. Something was wrong. She seemed to stare through him. Surely, she recognized him. He hadn’t changed that much. He managed to find his voice. “Hello.”
Katherine closed her dazzling emerald eyes. “What happened?”
He put his trembling hands behind his back interlocking them. “You were in an accident. What’s your name?”
She shook her head, the confusion apparent..
“It’s all right. This is Detective Freeman and I’m Detective Donovan.” Would the name register?
If it did, she didn’t react. She closed her eyes and turned her head away from them.
The paramedic announced, “Gonna have to finish this at the hospital after the doctor examines her.”
Mitchell reluctantly backed away allowing Gladys to jump down. Once the ambulance left, Mitchell said, “She didn’t recognize me.” Hundreds of miles apart and fifteen years later, and none of that mattered anymore. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and protect her. What was her life like now? Did she still live on the ranch with Aidan’s mother? Or did she have another whole life somewhere else?
Would she be okay? What if something happened to her? He couldn’t think like that. He wouldn’t.
“You know her?”
Of course he had. When he left Addison, he had been running from the hurt they’d caused one another. And his mother’s death. And his own demons.. “You keep forgetting. I grew up in this town.”
“What’s your connection?”
He didn’t want to get into his and Katherine’s complicated past at the moment. “We went to school together. Her husband, Aidan, and I were best friends.”
Gladys’ milk chocolate eyes grew large. “Oh wow. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. That was a long time ago.” Life goes on.
Callie: I’m sure none of us can wait to get our hands on Secrets Of Jenkins Bridge!
You can find Donna:
At my blog: http://donna-realworldwriting.blogspot.com
On facebook: https://www.facebook.com/#!/shieldsdonna
On Twitter: @Donna_Shields
On SMP’s Author Blog: http://smpauthors.wordpress.com/
Donna, thank you so much for giving us this glimpse into your life, and sharing Secrets of Jenkins Bridge with us. Best of luck with your books, and your new projects.