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In the Spotlight: Cooper McKenzie

by on July 29, 2013

In the Spotlight: Cooper McKenzie

www.coopermckenzie.webs.com

New Release: Three of Hearts (Loving, Kansas book 1)

http://www.bookstrand.com/three-of-hearts

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Kyra Hansen is on the run. After eight years trapped as a slave, she’s finally free. The last thing she expects is to be rescued from a tornado by two men who turn out to be human angels.

Carter Jackson and Finn Miller are a M/s couple, but long to add a woman to their family. Finding Kyra sends their protective instincts into overdrive. After hearing her, they take her under command, needing to help her overcome her and grow into an independent, free-thinking woman.

Will she be able to adjust to their Master/slave relationship and come to love them? Or will she run into the world where her former Master’s jerk of a brother is on the loose and looking to finish the job he had begun before her escape? Will Kyra be able to love two men after the ordeal she has survived?

 

The Biz:

How many books do you currently have published?  58

Holy smokes! You’ve been busy!

What is the next book you have releasing? Three of Hearts (Loving Kansas book 1) was released on July 24th and Juggling Masters (Club Esoteria #12) will be released on August 22nd.

What book are you writing right now?  I am currently working on the second Loving, Kansas book entitled Jacks on Top.

What is your favorite type of Hero/Heroine to write about? Why? I prefer to write about people who are flawed or in some sort of emotional pain or trying to overcome their past.

What is the hardest part of writing for you? For me the hardest part is getting started. The first few chapters have to be right, and I mean absolutely right, before I can move forward with the rest of the story. I usually end up going back and tweaking the first 3-4 chapters before going forward.

Advice for aspiring and new writers? Follow your heart and write what the story YOU want and not what the latest trend is. Your readers can tell the difference between a story that comes from your heart and one that comes from your head.

Who did you dedicate your first book to? My first book (Behind Closed Doors) was dedicated to Joan and Jen, two friends who read my first few stories and assured me I should move forward with publishing them.

Do you have any rituals for Book Release Day? I try to celebrate a new by taking myself out to lunch, sometimes with a friend, sometimes with a notebook and my work-in-progress.

 

The Random:

If you were an animal what kind of animal would you be and why? I would be either a turtle because I would always be home and could pull back from the world whenever I wanted.

What is your favorite quote ever? I don’t know who said it but “Follow your passion and the money will follow.”

What song is on your iPod/Mp3/Stereo right now? Don’t Give Up On Me by The Lost Trailers

Favorite place to curl up with a good book? Either the overstuffed chair in the nook off my living room or the Adirondack chair on my screened porch.

 The Good Stuff:

If you had to pick one item to bring to the bedroom with you what would it be?  A good man.

That does make for a good start! LOL

What feature on the opposite sex attracts you the most? His eyes and his laugh.

Tall Dark and Handsome or Playful Funny and Sexy? I have to choose??? I guess it would be Playful, Funny and Sexy.

What actor/actress would you be willing to run away from your life for? Gerard Butler.

 

Thank you Cooper for sharing all of those details! Now lets dig into the new book!

 

EXCERPT

When the road began to lighten behind her from a car’s headlights, she did as she had done before, moving farther off the road into the brush. Though being killed might solve all her problems, she was not in the mood to die tonight.

This vehicle did not zoom by as few others had. Instead, it pulled off the road, keeping her illuminated in its headlights. Then the engine died though the headlights remained on, lighting her way.

She kept walking, not sure what else she should do. Master had told her several times the last few months that he was looking for a new Master for her, a younger Master who would be able to do all the things for her that he could not. But now that she was alone, what was she to do? Who could she trust?

“Miss? Please stop. We need to talk to you.”

The voice was deep, concerned, and strangely gentle, touching something inside her. Kyra shivered in response to the caring she heard. She could not remember anyone ever talking to her like that. Master grunted orders in his Army drill-instructor tone, and the only other person she had talked to in the last years, his brother, had a whiney, demanding, acidy tone that cut through her like liquid fire. The hateful voice had gone well with a hard right hook that had caused her so much pain just hours earlier.

She did not respond. She just kept putting one foot in front of the other.

At that moment, the sound of the wind grew loud enough to drown out all other sounds. She thought the man said something else, but she could not hear him. She screamed when hard hands grabbed her. In the next instant, she was facedown in the roadside ditch with something heavy on top of her, surrounding her, holding her down when she began to fight for her freedom.

“Hold very still and pray we make it through this tornado without being blown to Oz or beyond,” the same deep voice said. This time his voice was stern and filled with the same kind of power Master at his most powerful had used.

She heard him over the roaring wind because his lips were touching her ear as he spoke. More shivers raced through her. Not from the cold air and rain, but from a heat that seemed to spring to life deep inside her. A heat she had never felt before.

That was when she figured out what was going on around them. A nighttime tornado, one of the most deadly weather occurrences that could hit the area, was nearly on top of them. This was the first time she had ever been out in one. She had grown up in central Pennsylvania where tornados never happened. Since living in Kansas, whenever warnings were issued, Master sent her to the storm cellar until the all clear was given. Sometimes he joined her, but other times he would ride out the storm in the barn.

Kyra moved her head in a small up-and-down motion to indicate she understood their situation. She did not move a muscle even though a rock dug painfully into her bruised left hip where Master’s brother had landed a kick during the beat-down he had given her. At the same time, something long, hard, and tubular pressed into her left ass cheek.

She began to pray, but not having been to church since her mother’s funeral, she could not recall an appropriate prayer to keep tornadoes away, so she ran through the prayers she did remember. As she repeated the Lord’s Prayer, her childhood “Now I lay me down to sleep” prayer, and the blessing she and her mother used to say every night before eating, Kyra lost track of time.

Finally, the wind began to lessen. The sound that drowned out everything else slowly retreated as if someone was slowly turning down the volume on a stereo that had been blasting. But whatever was holding her down did not move.

Though she wanted to roll off the rock she was lying upon, Kyra remained still, afraid of what the man might do. Direct disobedience to Master’s orders always earned a swift, harsh punishment. After her encounter this morning with Master’s brother, she had no desire to incur anyone else’s wrath anytime soon.

The weight finally moved off her in two parts, first from her right side and then her left. She remained facedown in the grass and rocks holding as still as she could, afraid to move.

“Oh, shit, did we kill her?” a second voice asked. This one was almost a deep as the first voice, but softer, gentler, and clearly concerned. So, there had been two men lying over her, protecting her from the tornado. No wonder she had not felt anything except warmth and an unfamiliar tingle that radiated through her body from between her legs.

“It’s okay, little one, you can get up now.” The deep voice was back.

Though she wanted to, she could not move. Fear of the unknown held her trapped in its grip. She was unable to roll over and look at the men who had just saved her life.

When hands gently rolling her over, she stiffened but did not fight them. She did sigh with relief when the pain of the rock pressing into her bruised hip eased.

“Open your eyes, little one. Look at me,” the deeper voice ordered.

Though tone was gentle, she recognized the same thread of power that Master had in his voice. It was the tone that told her he would not be defied without consequences.

Question was, did she want to find out his idea of consequences?

 Hmmm….very intriguing! Go snag one or all of Cooper’s books via her Siren page: http://bookstrand.com/cooper-mckenzie and keep up with her here:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/cooper.mckenzie.7

email: coopermckenzie@ymail.com

As always Live, Laugh, and Love like today is your only chance! ~Lori

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