Welcome to the blog! Today I’ve got Lynda Kaye Frazier interviewing her character Mercedes Kingsley.
My name is Lynda Kaye Frazier and I write Suspense Romances.I am interviewing Mercedes Kingsley. She is an FBI intern waiting on a response from her application to the Academy. She is struggling with her need to be an agent and her attraction to Jason Michaels, while hiding a secret that will destroy everything she has worked so hard to build.
Lynda: â€œWelcome Ms. Kingsley. I have asked you here to go over a few items in your application for the Academy. Iâ€™ve reviewed your paperwork and would like you to tell me about the incidents that led to your fatherâ€™s retirement 10 years ago.â€
Mercy; Mercy swallowed hard and rubbed her sweaty palms together. â€œ It was a botched kidnapping which had a devastating ending to my fatherâ€™s career. â€œ They just donâ€™t need to know what else ended that night.
Lynda; â€œCould I have details please, I need it for the application. You failed to give information that we will need for the review board.â€
Mercy: â€œMy father was an Agent but also owned a software firm. There were threats made to the company and I was kidnapped because of them. My Father, and his partner Ron Daily, found out where I was being held. My Dad did not follow protocol and came in without back-up. His actions saved me that night but his career died that night and so did my dream to be an agent. I could not apply for the Academy as long as my dad struggled to get his life back. But, as you have read, itâ€™s been 10 years and I realized that being an agent was the only think I wanted to do. So I pursued the internship and applied to the Academy.â€ Mercyâ€™s heart pounded in her ears as she fought to stay in control.
Lynda: â€œAre your parents fine with your decision? You know your father will be interviewed, and he is highly respected. His opinion will be taken into account.â€
Mercy: â€œI know how this will affect my parents but theyâ€™ll back my decision. I didnâ€™t want to tell them until I had my acceptance letter.â€ I didnâ€™t want to tell them until I was in the Academy. Ron said they werenâ€™t going to talk to my dad. What changed?
Lynda: â€œ I see that you had counseling after the kidnapping and treatment for anxiety, and you suffer from claustrophobia. Those are issues that need to be resolved before the board review. It will affect your ability to be an agent.â€
Mercy: How did they find out? Ron said no one would know and I would have time to figure out a way around it. What else can go wrong? â€œMy counseling was complete and I was released. I attached my past medical records in my application. My issue with claustrophobia is in the past. That should also be stated in my medical papers.â€
Lynda: â€œIt is. I just wanted to hear you say it, and make me believe it. During the Academy you will be working closely with Ron Daily and his team. Will that be a problem for you? I see you have a close relationship with them and a personal one with Jason Michaels. Have you read the rules Mercy? We have guidelines and if this is an issue I want to know now.â€
Mercy; Mercyâ€™s chest squeezed and her hands shook. She had to stop the panic attack before it starts. It will kill her application quicker than his kiss. The memory of that kiss still warmed her lips but she knew the rules and the pain she saw in his eyes as she walked away will always haunt her. â€œIt will not be an issue. Agent Daily and his team have helped me during my internship, and thatâ€™s all. We have a close business relationship only. Mr. Michaels and I do not have any kind of relationship, nor do we plan on having one. We both are aware of the rules and what is at stake if any are broken.â€
Lynda: â€œOk as long as you are aware that they will also be interviewedâ€
Mercy: Mercy took a deep breath as the phone rang.
Lynda: â€œI need to take this. I believe I have everything I need. I will contact you when the board reviews your application. Make sure you discuss this with your family. We will be contacting them soonâ€
Mercy quickly left the room as her heart pounded in her ears. She had to find her parents and talk to them, but she had to see Jason first, if heâ€™ll see her. Mercy swallowed past the fear in her throat. She has told so many lies to hide the truth, and a few secrets sheâ€™s not ready for anyone to know, and itâ€™s all closing in on her, fast.
Â Iâ€™m an avid reader of romantic suspense and started writing about a year ago after a vivid dream. I know, sounds clichÃ©, but thatâ€™s how it started. Â I work full time at a Cardiology clinic, then at night you will find me in front of my computer. I grew up in Pennsylvania, but now live in Arkansas, surrounded by the Ozark mountains where I get to enjoy the four seasons without a long, cold winter. Other than spending time with my wonderful family, my favorite things to do are writing, reading and listening to music, but my most favorite is going to the beach. Surf, sand and a good book, my stress relief. ted his spot with Thomas Flanagan, but his
Lynda Kaye Frazier
He searches for information to tie the two together when he finds out they have kidnapped a fellow agent, Mercedes Kingsley, the only girl he has ever loved. Jason soon realizes they’re using Mercy to perfect their dosage and that his cover has been blown. He knows
Rescued from the Dark, Romantic Suspense
Published through Black Opal Books
Released February 16,2013
Â Â FBI agent Jason Michaels goes undercover with the Irish Mob to get information on their gun smuggling ring. While on assignment he realizes they have joined forces with a known terrorist group manufacturing drugs. He searches for information to tie the two together when he finds out they have kidnapped a fellow agent, Mercedes Kingsley, the only girl he has ever loved. Jason soon realizes they’re using Mercy to perfect their dosage and that his cover has been blown. He knows he has to save her so he takes off on aÂ journey that will take him up against his enemies, peers and the Agency that he loves, but is willing to give up to bring Mercy back to him.
She has no memory of their love…
Kidnapped by terrorists and sent into a drug-induced coma, FBI intern Mercedes Kingsley awakes with no memory of her ordealâ€”or the intimate interlude that left her pregnant. Convinced her child was fathered by her ex-fiancÃ©, she walks away from the only man she has ever loved, determined to make things work with her ex, a man the FBI suspects is implicated in her abduction.
He knows the truth, but no one will listen…
FBI undercover agent Jason Michaels remembers what Mercy canâ€™t and those memories are breaking his heart. Forced to keep his distance from his lover and their unborn child, Jason risks his life to protect Mercy from a cell of international terrorists who have vowed to get the secrets locked in her memory, no matter the cost. Can Jason convince Mercy to trust him until she remembers their past, or will he lose her to a man who will trap her in a nightmare world of darkness from which there is no escape?
He had to get her out of there, but with all the drugs in her system, would she even remember who he was?
Mercy was lying on the bed. Even in the dim light, he could tell she was pale. Her clothes were wrinkled and her shirt caked with what they forced her to eat. From the looks of the room she fought hard. Damn, he needed to get her out before the drugs took her from him.
â€œMercy, wake up. Come on, open your eyes.â€ Nothing. She didnâ€™t move. Okay, sheâ€™s not going to like this. â€œYou need to wake up and take a shower, so letâ€™s get both done at the same time.â€
He took the chair into the shower and turned it on then went back to the bed. He picked up Mercy, and placed her under the fine mist of cold water. Just what she needed. He held her in the chair as the water flowed over her head, soaking her hair and drizzling down her shoulders. His back was pelted by the spray as he knelt in front of her, but he didnâ€™t care. He shook her shoulders, and she stirred.
â€œGood, Mercy. Come on, open your eyes.â€ He struggled to hold her slippery, wet body in the chair. The T-shirt was soaked and her thin bra could not hide the effects of the cold water. He clenched his jaw tight at the thought of never being able to touch her, love her. She has to remember him, remember them. She struggled against his hold as she started to wake. â€œIâ€™m not letting you up until you open your eyes. Come on, look at me.â€
Her eyes flew open. They were filled will fear and confusion as she frantically searched the room. Then her head dropped and their eyes met and he knew.
An explosion ricocheted behind Jason Michaelâ€™s eyes as the pressure mounted in his head. The rush of panic consumed him. He struggled to move, tried to swallow, but nothing. His throat burned as the flames engulfed his lungs. He needed to breathe but couldnâ€™t. Shit. He strained to make out the muffled voice, but the pounding in his ears erased all hope. His head started to spin and he succumbed to the realization, this was it, the end. He won. The flames dampened and his heartbeat slowed as the drums subsided, then the voice became clear.
â€œGive it to him now you son of a bitch. What were you thinking? We still need him.â€
In a split second, Jason sucked in a breath, causing stabbing pains to shoot through his chest. Every muscle fiber burned as the cold blast of air shot through his lungs releasing the oxygen his body craved. He arched his back, raising his chest up to pull in more air when his head snapped to the side and the crack from his neck echoed in his ears. The pain ripped through his jaw, racing across his cheekbone. Before he could gather his senses, intense burning set his face on fire. What the hell?
The slap against his cheek stung, and his eyes snapped open. He wrenched upright, hitting his head on the roof of the SUV. His gaze darted back and forth looking for something familiar until he locked onto the ice-cold stare of the devil himself, Shaun Flanagan.
Damn, that was close. Jason could not blow his cover, even if it meant he would die as David Logan and not Jason Michaels.
â€œYouâ€™re finally awake, my boy. We almost lost you,â€ Shaun cold, emotionless laugh caused Jasonâ€™s blood to boil. â€œYou stopped breathing, I think. Itâ€™s hard to tell with this new stuff. I hope youâ€™re not too injured. Weâ€™ve got work to do.â€
Jasonâ€™s vision blurred, but his other senses were sharp. Shaun had known exactly what the drug would do and the burn in Jasonâ€™s throat was a harsh reminder. Shaunâ€™s sarcastic tone spoke volumes to him. He was evil and did not play by anyoneâ€™s rules but his own. Jason had spent the last two months undercover, playing their games and doing their dirty work to buddy up tight to this family. Heâ€™d earned his spot with Thomas Flanagan, but his son Shaun had issues trusting anyone, even his own father.
Jasonâ€™s anger burned inside of him, but he couldnâ€™t afford to make mistakes, not now. He was too close. Itâ€™s time to step it up, but first the drugs had to stop. He rubbed his aching jaw with one hand, clenching his other into a fist to hide his visible shaking. He had to get control of this game before he lost everything.
Cindy here again!
Great interview and loved the excerpt.
Until next time…