Friday, July 11, 2014

On Conversations: #awardwinning #author Leslie Lynch

Please join me in giving a very warm welcome to women's fiction author Leslie Lynch! She's here to talk about Book 1 of The Appalachian Foothills series, Hijacked. So, be sure and check out the cover, blurb and excerpt below!

Lisa ~
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HIJACKED
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00KOFM266/?tag=crlaofsu-20


Pilot Lannis Parker’s carefully constructed, sterile life is upended when her small plane is hijacked before dawn on a wintry Louisville morning. Her captor does more than force her to fly him to the Appalachian wilderness, though. He resurrects memories she’s tried to bury, memories of a brutal attack she’d survived four years earlier, an attack she didn’t report and tries to pretend didn’t happen.

Wounded, and losing strength by the minute, Ben Martin knows he has no choice but to commandeer a plane before he’s set upon by a ruthless band of drug dealers intent on wiping him out, along with the information he’s acquired. He’s horrified to discover the pilot is a woman—but once his plan is launched, there’s no turning back.

During a week in the wilderness, Lannis learns her hijacker is fair and honorable, compassionate and insightful—strange attributes for a criminal. And when he discovers her secret, he vows to be the friend she desperately needs but refuses to accept.

Will she come to terms with her past?  And will he be part of her future?





Excerpt from HIJACKED


HAIL MARY, full of grace…
    Cold air bit at Ben Martin’s face as he crouched in the recesses of a poorly lit airplane hangar. He’d gone from hunter to prey a handful of minutes ago, and his mind reeled at the reversal of his fortune. The image of a rabbit quivering beneath a bush flickered through his brain. His imagination filled in the shadowy edges of the picture with Arctic wolves waiting for the doomed bugger to make a fatal dash.
    Pray for us sinners…
    He shivered, and couldn’t say whether the shudder came from the cold or his thoughts. The hunters, so close on his heels that his back tingled, needed nothing but a blaze of harsh light to expose his hiding place.
    …now, and at the hour of—
    No. This would not be the hour of his death.
    Ben tried to quell the rapid beat of his heart and quiet the rasp of his breath. He’d ricocheted through two miracles already tonight, two more than he deserved. Unless the Almighty slipped him one more, he wouldn’t live to see dawn, less than an hour away. Panic rose, and he squelched it. Not helping.
    His gaze shifted to a pilot on the far side of the warehouse-like space, readying a Cessna for flight. Ben didn’t want to involve a civilian, but he was flat out of options. Other than hoping for a giant hand to reach down and pluck him out of Louisville, Kentucky—which was not likely—this was it. The pilot, poor bastard, was Ben’s ticket out of danger.
    The wind blew a burst of frigid air into the cavernous room. Ben shivered again, this time from the cold. He lifted his hand to rub his left arm, which throbbed in concert with his pulse, and flattened his lips. Denial had its uses, like glossing over the fact that he’d been shot. Seemed pretty reasonable to him, since he recoiled from the idea with enough horror to make him puke. Didn’t matter that the wound was minor, he still got queasy when he thought about it. He’d staunched the bleeding and applied a rudimentary dressing, but the doggone thing had shifted. He tugged it back into place, wincing at the sting of movement.
    His heartbeat, a bit slower but now very loud, drummed in his ears, and he shook his head to clear the rhythmic pounding. It obscured sounds he needed to hear, such as another employee showing up. Or the cops. Adrenaline pumped madly, surging into his veins. He shifted his weight, his fingers twitching in readiness.
    It was too soon for the adrenaline, but he had no control over it. Ben muttered, “Hurry up,” and willed the pilot to move faster. He had no more than fifteen minutes before the drug dog found him, unless his decoy attempt had succeeded. He made a soft, derisive sound. Not much else had gone well over the past couple of hours. No reason to expect he’d fooled the dog.
    The memory of Roger Grantree’s voice, dispassionate and traitorous, wormed its way into his mind and broke his concentration. Bastard set me up. Blew my cover. Rage and an equal measure of stunned disbelief roiled in Ben’s gut. He shoved the emotion away even as his stomach clenched at the gall of his partner’s betrayal. Granted, they’d only partnered for this operation, but Ben had trusted the guy. Trusted him.
    Grantree was dirty, had misled Ben and thwarted every step of his investigation. But Ben had figured out the guy’s scam, and had gotten close to the truth. Too close. Close enough to hear Roger order his murder over the tinny cell phone speaker. Ben didn’t know how far Roger’s influence extended, but tonight he’d seen local law enforcement, his own federal agency, and Louisville drug dealers. And they were all looking for him. He swallowed in an attempt to rid his mouth of the coppery tang of fear.
    Hangar doors creaked on their rollers as the pilot put every ounce of his weight into the chore of wrestling them open, and Ben forced his attention back to the man. Wiry and slightly built, he was dressed for the weather with a toboggan hat, wool coat, and gloves. The ease and efficiency of his movements gave the impression of youth, but it was hard to tell…

 





Award winning author Leslie Lynch gives voice to characters who struggle to find healing for their brokenness—and discover unconventional solutions to life’s unexpected twists.

Leslie lives near Louisville, Kentucky, with her husband and her adult children’s cats.  While not engaged in wrestling the beautiful and prolific greenery of their yard into submission, she flies as a volunteer for the Civil Air Patrol, loves the exuberant creativity and color of quilting and pottery…and, of course, writes.

You can find her at www.leslielynch.com, on Facebook at LeslieLynchWrites, and on Twitter @Leslie_Lynch_




11 comments:

leslielynchauthor said...

Hey, Lisa, I'm SO glad to be your guest today! Thank you for having me on your blog, and for the warm welcome!

I've reflected lately on what I write and what inspired each of my stories so far. The seeds for Hijacked were sown as I preflighted Cessnas for the local traffic flights over Louisville, Kentucky, a number of years ago. (Yes, I am a pilot.) Sadly, those flights have been replaced by a traffic-cam system that's not nearly as much fun. The general aviation airport is located in a residential area and is virtually deserted at that time of morning. My imagination got going, and Hijacked is the result.

My work goes beyond the circumstances of the plot to unearth characters' secrets, and that is what makes the book a bit deeper than a romantic suspense or thriller. Not to say there's a dearth of romance or suspense! Jam packed with both!

If your readers have questions or comments, I'll be checking in for the next few days.

Again, thanks!

Nan Dixon said...

Hey Leslie!
Stopping by late, but wanted to say I loved HiJacked and am loving Unholy Bonds!
So fun to be able to follow Lannis and Ben's story even further.
Congratulations on your success!

Nan

Sandra Owens said...

Like Nan, I'm also stopping by late, but I wanted to say I also loved Hijacked. I'm about 30% into Unholy Bonds, and loving it even more!

leslielynchauthor said...

Hi, Nan!

Thanks for stopping by! I'm glad you are enjoying my books; that's what every author hopes for! I'm waiting impatiently for Southern Comforts to be published - and wishing you the best of luck in this year's Golden Heart!

leslielynchauthor said...

Hi, Sandra! So good to see you here, too! Thank you, also, for your kind words about Hijacked and Unholy Bonds! I appreciate your sentiment and that you took time to stop by today. Can't wait for your next new release, too!

leslielynchauthor said...

Lisa, thanks again for inviting me to spend a little time on your blog! It's been fun! I'll check back in over the next few days in case anyone else stops by. Meanwhile, enjoy the summer weekend!

Amy said...

Awesome to see you here on this great blog, Leslie! So happy for your successful debut.

Jacqui Nelson said...

Always love seeing your cover and reading your blurbs and excerpts, Leslie. Congrats on rocking the book charts with your novels!

leslielynchauthor said...

Hey, Amy and Jacqui! Wonderful to see you! Thanks for stopping by. I'm excited to read your books, too - and really happy to be part of the Luckies (2013 Golden Heart finalists).

Looking forward to seeing you in San Antonio in a week and a half!

Darcy said...

Leslie! What a fabulous, heart-pounding excerpt! Little wonder why your stories are resonating in big ways.

So thrilled for your continuing success!!!

*tosses heart shaped confetti*

leslielynchauthor said...

Oh, Darcy, thank you for the confetti! I'm imagining rainbow colored, heart-shaped sparkles and it's wonderful!

Thanks for stopping by and for your wonderful words about my stories! I'm so blessed to be able to count you as a friend!



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