“With all the books out there, thank you for learning about mine today.” ~ Christina
What was the inspiration for this book?
“Some men think there’s a choice between right and wrong. Great men know there is none.” I find this concept inspiring. A firefighter races into a burning building. An off-duty police officer saves a child from drowning. A U.S. soldier protects innocent civilians from a firefight. Selflessly, these men and women believe in a common value that has extraordinary meaning. I’ve dedicated The Trucker’ Cat to the servicemen in my family. You can find the list at the end of the story.Which character spoke to you the most?
Growing up as an Army brat with a strong sense of patriotism, Samantha jumps into action to do the right thing no matter the cost to her. Her father was a general, who advised the President after all. In the story, she berates those who fly torn, ratty American flags. She believes it disrespects the men and women who serve under it. I love that she’s so open about her feelings.What kind of research did you have to do for The Trucker’s Cat?
I became interested in a Russian aspect while having dinner with my husband at the local truck stop. From a NPR report, we debated buying Arab oil verses Russian oil with its vast oil reserves. I had wondered if our politicians weighed the pros and cons of each as well. Another time while there, we speculated about the contents in the non-descript semi-trucks. Our ideas ranged from toilet paper and light bulbs to nuclear weapons and UFOs. I’m not sure how other writers get their ideas, but this way seems to work for me…plus, I don’t have to cook…What is one of your favorite scenes?
Samantha and Logan first meet at a truck stop diner. As a truck driver on an undercover military assignment, Logan is intrigued as she berates an attendant lowering the American flag. Looking for a ride, Samantha pegs him as military right off the bat. He sees her as a single ray of light shining down upon him. I love the sweetness of their romance.What do you think the ingredients are for a successful romantic suspense novel?
The romance and action should feed off each other creating the suspense. I think it fleshes out a deeper understanding of the characters, which, in turn, pushes toward intriguing dimensions of a more emotional plot.How does your work in holistic medicine affect your writing?
There are similarities between Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) and my novels. TCM strives to balance the mind, body, and spirit. I think our souls crave it and seek it out. Samantha and Logan search for that connection and find that balance/peace with each other.What is the most fulfilling aspect of your job?
Seeing the characters that have started off in my head come to life in my novels is pretty amazing. The magic of creative writing continually blows my mind.Michigan is a beautiful state. What are some of your favorite destinations that you would recommend to visitors?
In West Michigan, Allegan is a rural town with a rich historic downtown. I’ve referenced its beautiful boardwalk along the Kalamazoo River in The Chemical Attraction Series. On Lake Michigan, Saugatuck has eclectic shops, beautiful beaches, and delicious eateries…did I mention the sunsets?What is something readers may be surprised to learn about you?
I had a hard time answering this question so I asked my adult children to help me with it. My daughter thought working twenty years as a massage therapist and acupuncturist to then become a writer was a pretty big leap as a career change. (Well, I gotta agree with her there.) My son’s opinion was slightly different: “Well, you have an adorable son. That’s pretty neat.” (He has a point, too.) My children inspire me. I wanna grow up to be just like them.Where can readers find you and your work?
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Date Published: January 6, 2014
“Some men think there’s a choice between right and wrong. Great men know there is none.” ~General Steven Randall
In The Trucker’s Cat, Samantha Randall and Major Logan McCormick believe in a common value that takes on extraordinary meaning.
At the Russian Embassy where she lives with her mother and stepfather, Samantha uncovers a plot to assassinate the President. Her father’s famous speech urges her to act. She treks cross-country to warn the driver that his cargo has the proof, but she finds herself stranded in the middle of nowhere.
Driving a truck on a special military assignment, Logan sees no choice and rescues Sam from a bloated lecher. Against protocol, he gives the wildcat a ride. With Russian soldiers searching for Logan’s cargo and another team chasing Samantha, they quickly realize they must work together. Making sacrifices for the greater good, they will do what’s necessary to prevent the unthinkable.
Read an excerpt:
Freshly shaved and showered, Logan McCormick sipped his black coffee from a window booth in the truck stop diner. While his partner ranted through the communication piece in his ear, he watched a smoking Greyhound bus catch fire at the edge of the parking lot. The passengers scrambled in every direction except for a young woman in a flannel shirt and jeans. She sprayed the engine with the fire extinguisher. It surprised him that she could hold it up; it was almost as big as she was.
“Mick, are you even listening to me?” Barrett asked in his ear.
“I wish I wasn’t. You’re whining again,” he mumbled.
“I am not. It pisses me off that I can’t get a decent cell signal anywhere at this damn truck stop.”
“Who are you calling? I’m your only friend.” He smirked at the non-reply.
The group from the bus raced across the parking lot knowing they’d have a long wait. Glad he already ordered his meal; he continued to watch the young woman by the pay phone. As she walked gracefully toward the diner, her heels never touched the ground. He smiled when she paused at the lowering of the flag.
When his cell vibrated on the table, he checked the caller ID, winced, and covered it with his Texas Ranger’s baseball cap. Fascinated with the young woman, he pushed his hat aside and leaned forward to see her argue with the attendant. The man nodded apologetically while she shook her finger at him.
He sipped his coffee. As he wondered about the wildcat under the cap, the waitress stopped briefly to deliver his steak and scrambled eggs. He wolfed down his meal, and the young woman disappeared into the gas station’s convenience store. The bus passengers overwhelmed the only two waitresses. It looked like the manager corralled the busboy to carry around a pot of coffee and hand out menus. He chewed his last bite as an elderly woman with a bag of red yarn trolled the diner and eyed his spot.
“How long does it take you to eat?” Barrett asked in his ear.
He set his knife across his plate. “Can I finish my coffee, please?”
Logan held out his mug for the busboy and spotted the young woman scanning the room from the doorway. His wildcat assessment fit. Her body was sleek not awkwardly skinny. The loose curls of reddish brown hair danced around her cap as she turned her head. He couldn’t see her face but knew by her confident stance that she was a spitfire. She caught him staring and moved toward him. Damn it. He didn’t need the attention.
Pulling her cap to her brow to shadow her face, she stood beside the table with her backpack in her hand. “Hello, Major.”
Barrett thundered in his ear, “What the hell? Who is that?”
“Excuse me?” he asked tensely.
“I’m guessing you were a major in the army,” she said.
He relaxed slightly. “What makes you think that?”
“Your hair is army short, your watch is military time, your combat boots are army issue, and your posture is rigid,” she said, setting her bag on the seat across from him. She slid in next to it.
“Military maybe, but an officer?”
She shrugged. “You have a superior air about you. I guessed. Was I right?”
Barrett laughed. “She’s got you pegged.”
Resisting the urge to turn off his com, he frowned and crossed his arms stretching his denim over-shirt. When he didn’t answer, she continued, “I’m looking for a ride.”
“How do you know I’m not done for the night?”
“I think you prefer to drive at night. You’re clean and you just ate breakfast.”
Barrett snickered in his ear. “Let her. She’s amusing, and you’re such a grouch.”
“No,” he replied to her and Barrett. Two could play her game. “What are you running from?”
She stiffened slightly. “What makes you think that?”
“You have leftover hair dye on your earlobe.” She gasped and rubbed her ear. He pointed at her other. “Busted,” he said with a chuckle.
“Are you joking with a woman?” Barrett asked.
He clenched his jaw at the statement. Turning her head, she tugged her cap down farther. He thought she’d completely cover her eyes. The waitress walked by and put his bill next to him. “Honey, you want anything?”
“No, thank you,” she replied. When the waitress hurried away, the wildcat stuck her foot between his legs and pressed her canvas shoe into his crotch. God, it felt good. “If you give me a ride, I can make it worth your while.”
Barrett chuckled. “Take her up on it. How long’s it been? Two years since your divorce? Mick, don’t even think about turning me off. You know the protocol.”
Calling her bluff, he leaned back, which pressed his cock firmly against her foot. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-one,” she replied, wiggling her toes through her shoe.
He was getting hard—so much for bluffing. “Let’s see your ID.”
“Nice try, Major,” she said, glancing around the room. “I’m also guessing you have a nickname like Mac.”
Enjoying the banter, Barrett laughed. “Mick, Mac, same thing.”
“It’s not,” Logan replied.
Her mouth opened with some witty reply, but she snapped it shut just as quick. Before he could follow her eyes to the TV at the counter, she applied a little more pressure with her foot. God, and it wasn’t his own pressure. He needed to focus on something else. He sipped his coffee.
“How about that ride?” Her foot continued to stroke him. “I’m not a virgin if that’s what you’re wondering.”
He choked on his coffee. “Jesus,” he said, looking around.
Thankfully, nobody paid any attention to them. Before Barrett said a word, he tapped off his com. She looked up at him, and he finally saw her eyes. He stared at her freckled face with a mesmerizing green eye and cobalt blue eye.
She quickly looked away. “I know. I’m Sam the Freak.”
When she started to pull her foot away, he held it firm with his hand. “They’re exotic,” he replied, before letting her go.
She smiled. “Thank you, Major.”
Stunned, he watched her leave the diner and wondered why he’d said it. He would have liked to take her up on her offer especially after seeing her smile. It curved at the ends like the Cheshire Cat. It seemed genuine and knocked him on his ass. God, he was hard with only a foot and a smile. It has been too damn long.
Christina Thompson, a retired acupuncturist, enjoys writing about the physical science, the emotional workings of our mind and heart, and the spiritual energy that taps into our passions.
Her degree in biology from Nazareth College in Kalamazoo gave her a love of science and a background into the physical realm of the body. Her diploma in Traditional Chinese acupuncture from Midwest College of Oriental Medicine taught her that the mind and spirit affect the body in powerful ways.
She teaches at the Reflexions Plus Holistic Center on many topics including massage therapy, acupuncture, Feng Shui as well as other modalities of Chinese medicine. She currently resides with her husband, Kraig, in West Michigan.
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