We all know by now that Pamela Clare, author of romantic suspense Unlawful Contact (Berkley, 1 Apr 08), is a little bit of an adrenaline junky.  Wait – you didn’t know this?  You mean you didn’t read the “Goldilocks Goes to Jail” posts during the month of March?  Well let me recap them for you…

10 Mar 08 – Guest Post: Goldilocks Goes to Jail, Part I – Pamela Clare looks good in stripes… 

“If you’re attacked, we might not be able to intervene in time to prevent you from being hurt or even killed,” the jail captain told me.

12 Mar 08 – GUEST POST: Goldilocks Goes to Jail, Part II – Strip-searched

I do as she says, handing my clothes to her one item at a time until I stand naked on the cold, cement floor.

“Lift your arms. Turn around. OK, face the wall. Now lift your hair and shake it. Let me see behind our ears. Now I need you to squat on the floor facing away from me and cough.”

“If someone jumps on you, we won’t be there to pull them off right away,” one of the lieutenants warned me earlier.

14 Mar 08 – GUEST POST: Goldilocks Goes to Jail, Part III – Behind the Red Door

I don’t sit for long.

“Your fat ass is in my chair!” shouts a woman who is sitting in another chair nearby – perhaps she lays claim to several.

She gets up and stomps over to me.

17 Mar 08 – Guest Post: Goldilocks Goes to Jail, Part IV — Broomsticks and Bibles

 Why is the broom locked up?” I ask.

“Broomstick parties,” she answers.

“Broomstick parties?” I’ve never heard the term before.

“That’s where a bunch of women gang up on someone they hate and rape her with the broom handle.”

19 Mar 08 – Guest Post: Goldilocks Goes to Jail, Part V — Romance and Meth Heads

As I sit talking with some of the inmates about their kids, I see the two meth heads watching me. Adrenaline punches through my system as I wonder what in the world I did to piss them off.

“You need to stay away from them,” Renee whispers.

26 Mar 08 – GUEST POST: Goldilocks Goes to Jail, Part VI — A Night of Screams

Screaming awakes me. It isn’t any kind of screaming I’ve heard before. It’s an insane, animal screaming, and it makes chills skitter down my spine.

Then I hear two male guards walking along the corridor.

“She’s a journalist,” one says. “You want to see her?”

At the time, it doesn’t dawn on me to think who else might have heard these words. I close my eyes, lie still, wondering if I heard that correctly. Footsteps approach, and I tell myself to stop feeling skittish. The last person in the world the guards are going to harm is a working journalist.

A bright flashlight shines through the window in my door and pans me – head to toe and back again. I lie still, pretend to sleep, feeling like a zoo exhibit. And in the darkness by myself it occurs to me how easy it would be for someone to open the door to a woman inmate’s cell and do whatever he wanted to do, particularly if he were in on it with his buddies. I tuck that idea away in my mind.

Damn!  Just those few moments alone from the series is enough to get my own adrenaline pumping!  Don’t miss these posts!

And that does it for our Pamela Clare Guest Author Day.  Thanks, Pamela!  It was a true honor working with you on these posts and I hope we get the chance again with your next book.  Native American issues, isn’t it?  That sould be interesting!