Today I would love to welcome a very talented author here to talk about her life and her writing. So please say hi to a good friend, Sabrina Devonshire. Come in Sabrina, let me get you something to drink. I have questions for you in a minute.So. Tell me a little about yourself.
I’m a mother, wife and dog owner. I’m also an outdoor adventurer. I love swimming, scuba diving, hiking, cycling and travel.
And what inspires you to write?
In addition to the hot images of lead characters I keep on top of my desk, exercise keeps my inspiration levels high. I love swimming because I feel so free and serene in the water. Swimming also enhances my mood and ability to concentrate, breeds creativity, improves my health, and keeps me in top physical condition.
Traveling to new places also fuels my creativity. Places out in the middle of nowhere really appeal to me—an isolated beach surrounded by mountains in Costa Rica, a dirt trail en route to Machu Picchu, a meadow bursting with flowers in the Swiss Alps.
Outdoor adventure is a big passion for me so on any given trip, you may find me climbing pyramids, cycling through the Alps, hiking through jungles, swinging on vines, zip-lining, scuba diving, and/or ocean swimming...and then later writing about these experiences (embellished of course) through different characters.What are your plans for the future?
My focus is on today instead of tomorrow. Life looks wonderful right now and time passes too quickly. I want to embrace every amazing minute!
Excerpt from Czech Mate (Navy SEALs of Valor 2):
Wearing dark sunglasses, Baylee Stiles squinted to block out more of the blinding desert sunlight as she strode toward the Exchange. She looked beyond the ugly rows of vomit-colored buildings that comprised her Bagram Air Force Base prison toward the jagged snow-capped peaks of the Hindu Kush Mountains. For a minute she forgot the perpetual taste of dust in her mouth and imagined she was skiing with her family in Vail, Colorado. Gazing at the pristine snow on those peaks, she could almost taste the icy air and feel the bite of cold on the tip of her nose.
Swirling dust from the barren ground around her caused her to sneeze. She reached into her uniform pants for a tissue, blowing her nose and then glancing at her watch.
She had thirty minutes to grab a few items and rush off to a four o’clock meeting. A bombing raid had been planned for o two hundred the next morning and she and the other pilots and would discuss every phase of the operation during the pre-mission briefing.
After yanking open the front door, she picked up a plastic carrier and glanced at her list—energy bars, electrolyte drinks, deodorant. She pushed her cart toward the drink shelves. She balanced on her toes, straining to reach the row of plastic bottles on the top shelf when she spotted a man out of the corner of her eye.
Her knife sharp mind processed his features in a split second. Jet black hair, dark complexion, olive green hat pulled low over the eyes, a uniform that looked more like a Halloween costume than official attire. He doesn’t belong here.
He must have seen fear in her eyes because in a split second, the man jerked his head in her direction and pulled a pistol from his waistband.
His voice an ominous whisper, he glided her way and dug the nose of the gun into her ribs. “Don’t move or I’ll blow your guts all over the floor.”
His breath reeked of sour cigarette smoke. Baylee’s heart thundered inside her chest. As an Air Force pilot, she was accustomed to conducting bombing raids, not dealing with weapon wielding maniacs up close and personal. I’m as tough as anyone on the ground, she told herself. I can handle this.
She knew she was lying to herself. She’d done that constantly since Tyler’s death. “What do you want?” The confident, in-control voice she projected masked the terror simmering inside her.
The man gripped her arm with a rough hand and shoved her toward the front door. “Just you as collateral for now. If you do what I say you’ll live.”
Her gut clenched. “Okay, fine. What do you want me to do?” She spoke calmly, as if he’d asked where the men's clothing aisle was, not threatened to splatter her insides on the floor.
The man’s foul smelling breath blew hot in her ear. “I want access to the mission control center.”
Blurb:
Captain Baylee Stiles is attacked by a mysterious gunman at the Bagram Air Force Base Exchange. She's blindsided by attraction when Navy SEAL Nathan Brooks risks his life to rescue her. Battling to fight down her feelings and protect herself from her painful past, Baylee puts up a bristly front as they team up to track down the gunman.
Women rarely hold Nathan's attention for longer than one night--until he smashes into Baylee. Not only does he feel raging attraction for the beauty with the platinum blonde hair, he also finds her fiery temperament intriguing and a challenge. When Nathan is ordered to take medical leave, he decides to meet up with his best friend and SEAL teammate Darryl, and his new love, Olivia, in Prague. But only if he can persuade Baylee to join him.
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So great to have you as a guest Sabrina and I love the sound of your book. All the best with it.
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Thank you so much, Naomi, for having me. It was a pleasure :)
ReplyDeleteDrop round any time Sabrina. You are always a welcome guest :)
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