Thank you for the opportunity to chat with you today. I always love visiting TGTBTU.

I love romantic suspense, which likely isn’t a secret. I write erotic shorts, contemporaries without suspense, and am about to try some other romance subgenres, but romantic suspense has long been a favorite.

I love when they run:

“I haven’t done anything wrong.” The tension over her shoulders eased. She switched from fighting to boneless.

But he wasn’t ready to trust her, so he held on. “From my experience, innocent people don’t run.”

“You’re kind of big to be that naïve.”

“Sounds like you have trust issues, but-” He reached for his radio. In that brief span where his fingers didn’t wrap around her arm, she took off. “You’ve got to be kidding. You’re running?”

She crossed over the gravel road separating the back of her private property from the protected forest behind. Turning to the left, she slipped along the fence running parallel to the tree line. Not once did she look back.

When things explode:

She’d barely raised her leg when the ground shook beneath her. A deafening crash thundered through the sky and rattled in her ears. Her knees buckled as the pavement bounced and shifted.

One minute she saw Jonas’ shirt. The next he flew backwards as the railing in his hand broke free and the stairs blew apart. She tried to call his name but no words came out. Smoke choked the air and glass rained from above.

Car alarms exploded in unison into chirping sounds. People screamed and a baby cried. The roar of drums sounded all around her.

She hit her knees and threw her hands over her head. Sharp pricks assaulted the bare skin as she hid her face. She didn’t know she’d held her breath until her chest burned and she started coughing.

Her eyes itched and watered as if the smoke had worked its way under her contacts, but the raging heat had her full attention. Fire danced all around her. Flames engulfed the top floor of the complex except in the black hole in the middle. Papers flew around. Pieces of furniture littered the ground. And the sedan with Walt’s provided protection burned.

And when everything goes wrong. In fact, the more that goes wrong the happier I am. I can appreciate pretty ball gowns in historicals and the incredible creativity that goes into developing new worlds in paranormals, but give me a book that plays out like an action movie and I’ll forgive almost anything you do in it – except bore me.

[Ed. A copy of HelenKay’s When She Wasn’t Looking is up for grabs – or winner’s choice from her back list – so be sure to leave a meaningful question or comment and we’ll throw your name into the hat!]