Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Terrific Tuesday with Carol McPhee:)

Welcome! Please introduce yourself and tell us about your latest release.

Hi there; I’m Carol McPhee from Nova Scotia, Canada. I’ve been writing contemporary romance and romantic suspense for about fifteen years. All of my fourteen finished manuscripts have been published by either Wings ePress or Champagne Books.

Have you ever had an idea for a story which scared you after you began writing it?

The only idea that scares me is the thought I might not have enough imagination to fill a novel-length story.

Have you incorporated actual events from your own life into your books?

Many times I’ve incorporated my own experiences into the setting or plot line. Be Still, My Heart! is a case in point. It’s the story of a dedicated but arrogant cardiac surgeon. Accustomed to relying on his skills, he learns a less invasive way to mend a dietitian's broken heart. I was a dietitian in my non-writing life and drew on my experiences. In Means To An End the setting is drawn from a resort my husband and I like to visit each summer.

How much research do you do? Do you research first and then write, or do you write first, then research as needed?

I research as I write, usually by calling on experts in their field. For instance, I wanted to know the true color (red or orange) of J-Hawk helicopters for Retreat To Danger so I called the Coast Guard in Norfolk, Virginia and spoke with an admiral. He laughed and went to look out his office window to be sure.

Is there any message you want readers to take from reading your work?

I want my readers to understand that I consider the underlying story is the most important element in my work. Although I love my characters, my sole aim is to lift the reader away from the misfortunes of today’s world.

Are you a plotter or a pantser? And have you ever had a story take on a life of its own?

All of my stories take on lives of their own since I’m a pantser. Although I may plot the final two chapters, once my characters are established, I give them the lead through the entire manuscript.

How long did it take for you to be published?

It took me approximately three years to be published. I never stopped writing in-between rejections, and so I had a stockpile of five manuscripts that became published after Something About That Lady found a home publisher. That novel is still my favorite and Jed Cameron is the hero I adore most to this day.

If you could go back and tell yourself anything when you first began your writing career, what would you say?

Hmm. I had to think awhile on this one. I would tell myself that a manuscript doesn’t get accepted as easily or as quickly as I first expected. Persistence is the key to getting a good story published.

Laptop or pen and ink? What are your ‘must-haves’ when writing?

I started out with paper and pen for my first story, but at my husband’s insistence I learned to use a computer. Now I don’t need anything else.

Who are your favorite authors? Who would you say influenced you the most?

My favorite authors are the ones I critique who have yet to be published. Deborah Hale who writes for Harlequin influenced me the most. Her encouragement and generosity gave me the stimulation to keep writing.

What would your readers be surprised to learn about you?

Probably my age. Lol.

For Fun:

Feb:

What is your favorite love scene to write or read? (ie: First kiss, passion after a fight, reunion)

My favorite love scene to write would be the surprise reaction from the characters in a first love-making session.

What is your favorite Valentine’s Day memory?

One Valentine’s Day we started out to a restaurant with another couple, but the lineup was horrendous as it was with every other restaurant we approached in our small town. We ended up eating at a Tim Hortons coffee shop, not the most romantic place to be, but it’s the only one I remember. The moral is that anyplace can be enjoyable if with good company.

Thank you for being here today! Please tell us where we can find your books.

Thank you for having me and asking such thought-provoking questions. My books are available at www.wingsepress.com and www.champagnebooks.com Please visit me at http://carolmcphee.webs.com

Blurb:

As an amnesia victim struggles to regain her memory, she must deal with the pressure of knowing her life is in danger. Dare she trust the offensive stranger who killed her attacker with his bare hands?

An amnesia victim seeks to regain her memory, but an unsavory stranger holds the key.

SHADOWED PURSUIT

One

A series of stills flashes before Maddie’s eyes. The face of the beast bearing down on her is grotesque with its bared teeth and snarling fury. Free-flowing moisture drips from her hands’ protective shield onto her new T-shirt. Strange she should think of her recent purchase when her legs are crumpling beneath her.

Maddie shivered in fear and peered through slitted eyes. Surprised by her narrowed vision, she struggled to clear her senses and escape the mist blocking coherent thought. Frantic, she looked around, raising her hand to examine the item pinching her left index finger. The task proved beyond her capability. She glanced down to check the cause and noted to her dismay, both wrists were strapped to the steel side rails of a bed. Her hands swaddled in bandaging, only her left thumb and index finger remained free. Recognizing the pulse oximeter and its function to measure blood oxygen levels, she didn’t know why she lay helpless in some kind of medical facility. She trembled. Where am I?

Partially open white-and-green curtains hung from a curved overhead rod and circumscribed the area in which she lay. A cacophony of bleeps, buzzers, and moans drilled into her brain. Suddenly a flash of color shot into the draped opening. It stopped with startling agility, backed into full view and entered her room. “Oh, you’re awake. Good.”

Staring down at her stood a fantasy of multi-colored flowers, each bloom seeming to compete for space on the fabric of the scrubs. The long name on the woman’s identification pin wasn’t easy to read in such a hazy state, but Recovery Room Nurse and the name Annie were strong possibilities.

“You’re in the hospital in Kingston, Ontario, hon. Two days ago, you had an unfortunate mishap and needed surgery. You’ve been in and out of consciousness ever since. Do you remember the incident?”

Maddie tried to think, but thinking hurt. She shook her head with care. “Do you remember your name, hon?”

Tears came to Maddie’s eyes. “No.”

“We think it might be Maddie.”

“Maddie?” The gritty sound of her own voice surprised her.

“That’s the name engraved on the bracelet you wore.” The nurse retrieved a sealed envelope from her breast pocket. “This has been in the floor safe. Want me to open it for you?”

“Please.”

Annie removed the sterling silver jewelry from the packet and dangled an exquisite chain in front of Maddie’s eyes.

Maddie blinked several times, pleased to see her vision clear. The nurse let her examine the intricate scroll on the small bar, then flipped it over to the backside. The initials, C.M. meant nothing, either.

“Don’t you recognize this?” Annie asked.

“No.”

“Since the bracelet must be yours, why don’t I fasten it on your wrist, the one that doesn’t carry our hospital identification tag?”

Maddie nodded.

After the nurse closed the clasp to secure it, she touched the right wrist’s Velcro strap. “You’re restrained because we didn’t want you to thrash around and hurt yourself.”

An unbidden groan escaped Maddie’s lips. I’m a prisoner.

The image of a prison plowed into her thoughts--gray limestone walls guarded by a large central tower, four corner turrets, and a closed massive front gate. She rolled her eyes off to the side with caution. The mirage had disappeared when she looked back. “What incident?”

“The doctor will explain. Your throat might feel dry and scratchy from the tube inserted for surgery.”

My throat does feel irritated.

“I’ll rub ice chips across your mouth and slide one or two onto your tongue.” The offer flowed with the lyrical resonance of a fairy godmother.

Maddie inched upward the fog-saturated object that used to be her head. Dizzied by the movement, she lowered it back to the pillow. With the compassion of a Mother Teresa protégée, Annie stepped closer to cool and dampen Maddie’s lips. Desperate to rid her mouth of its furry sensation, she sucked on the chips and swallowed.

“The doctor will be in to see you soon.” Annie brushed a lock of hair back off Maddie’s forehead. “Ah, here’s Dr. Whitlow now. He’s the neurosurgeon who operated.”

Neurosurgeon?

A stethoscope dangled around the navy suit collar of the short stocky man entering Maddie’s room. “Hello, young lady. I see you’ve decided to join us.” He plucked a penlight from his vest pocket, snapped it on and peered into her eyes.

Doesn’t a white light appear just before one passes into eternity?

When the doctor exhaled, he filled the confined space with the pleasant scent of wintergreen. Maddie inhaled, preferring the doctor’s breath to the smell of disinfectant in the air. Annie handed him Maddie’s chart from its holder at the end of her bed. Dr. Whitlow scanned the report, and checked the heart monitor and blood pressure reading. “Hmm; 142 over 94 is a little high for blood pressure, but it’s understandable--you’re upset about your situation.”

His words reverberated against the walls of Maddie’s dulled mind. When he released the Velcro restraints, the restriction hampering her freedom vanished. “Thank--” She stopped speaking; speech not only hurt her throat, it slashed at her facial muscles.

A quiet scrape accompanied the doctor’s shift of a chrome chair to her bedside. She squirmed under his scrutiny, then focused back on him. The lines in his face testified to a lifetime of experience. In some shadowed recess of her mind, she believed his seniority would stand her in good stead.

“Let me explain what has happened, my dear. You were brought to Kingston General yesterday morning after an encounter with a vicious dog. A Doberman Pinscher, I believe.” The doctor’s eyes roamed her face. “The police haven’t been able to track down the dog’s owner to see if his shots were up to date. The lab is testing its brain for rabies. The paramedics said there was no froth around his mouth, so that’s promising.”

He’s dead?

Aware facial expression would be painful, even awkward, she guarded against any show of emotion.

“More good news--we were able to treat the animal’s scratches to your face, leaving minimal chance of infection and no scarring stitches.”

This doctor is an optimist.

“The dog knocked you over and, when you fell, your head hit the pavement, causing a concussion.” The doctor’s eyes filled with compassion. His pause allowed her to process the information. He leaned closer, fixated on her face. She tipped her head to show her understanding and silently pleaded for him to continue. She needed his enlightenment, his specialized attention, his warmth.

Dr. Whitlow smiled and reached for her wrists again, holding them up where she could see her hands better. “Your palms and fingers needed sutures from the deep bites you received fighting off the animal. The antibiotics in your IV should prevent infection. At least you have grasping ability on your left hand.”

Maddie concentrated on the taped gauze packages in front of her. This padding would do a boxer proud, but I’m in no shape to get into a ring. Her nonsensical thought amused her. Did she have a sense of humor in her real life?

The doctor lifted his brow. She realized her mouth had curved into a slight smile at her own joke. Maybe he assumed she was still under the effects of anesthesia.

He continued, “The paramedics said if it hadn’t been for a bystander’s intrusion, you might not be alive. The man didn’t stay around to give his name.” Dr. Whitlow paused again, this time frowning. “I see panic in your eyes. Do you recall the attack?”

“No.” Her throat’s rasp startled her.

“Perhaps that’s for the best.”

The tears that threatened from the doctor’s first pronouncement now trickled from her eyes, hiding him behind the blur. She wanted to complain about the dull ache in her head, but she couldn’t find the strength or stability to trust herself not to break down to a mass of self-pity. Why was it so important she maintain decorum?

Perhaps, if she widened her eyes, he would catch on. Her eyelids hardly moved. It now registered: they were puffy and not responding to her command. The damn dog came close to scratching out my eyes.

Annie gently dabbed a tissue at the moisture itching Maddie’s cheeks.

“Do you know if you have any allergies?” Dr. Whitlow’s face didn’t betray concern.

Her mind blanked. “No clue.”

“Who could we contact?” he asked.

Maddie’s heart raced. “I have no idea.”

Dr. Winslow checked the heart monitor, then spoke slowly. “I realize you’re confused, and no doubt frightened, but we’ll take good care of you.”

The word frightened didn’t come close to the panic rocking her insides. She glanced at Annie, appreciating her pleasant smile.

New release: Shadowed Pursuit

Now available at: http://champagnebooks.com/shop/index.php?route=product/product&product_id=241

Carol McPhee: http://carolmcphee.webs.com
Multi-Published, Award-Winning Romance Novelist

Strong, smart, sensuous heroines; heroes to die for.

14 comments:

She said...

Good excerpt. Now I want to find out what happened between Maddie and the dog and why.

Carol McPhee said...

The dog is based on a Doberman that attacked me when I was eight. I never saw him coming.

Linda Rettstatt said...

I love interviews that show me a little more about the writer, even when I know the writer already :) Shadowed Pursuit is a great read. I loved it.

Linda

KMTolan said...

Nicely turned out, this excerpt is.

Yoda

Angelica Hart and Zi said...

Wonderful interview, can't resist anything that has a dog in it. Zi has five. And, that book cover is just goregous.

Thanks for sharing a bit of you with all of us.

Anonymous said...

Way to go, Carol. That arrogant cardiologist reminded me of someone I once knew.

Allison Knight said...

Loved the interview. But that begs the question. How old are you? (Laughing, 'cause I am old.)

Allison Knight said...
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Molly Daniels said...

Thanks for being with me this week Carol:)

Yikes, your childhood experience sounds scary! We had a German shepherd in our neighborhood and we were ALL afraid of him!

Carol McPhee said...

Thanks for the comments, folks, even anonymous for he's not as anonymous as he thinks, lol. I am curious as to what was deleted though, Molly.

Helen Henderson said...

McPhee's stories are fast-paced with strong, sensuous heroines and heroes to die for. Check out her latest release featuring a law enforcement officer with a problem--she has no memory. And the single man in her life--is one she shot and sent to prison. Travel across the border to Canada as the mystery unfolds to find out if love or duty wins out.

The action and romance keep you enthralled right to the last page.

colargsmommy said...

I've been reading Carol's stories for a number of years and love them all. Shadowed Pursuit is one of my all-time favorites. I can always count on Carol's characters being complex and interesting; her stories intriguing; her hero's hunky, and the heroine's determined and gutsy.

Rosemary Gemmell said...

Very interesting interview, Carol -and that book is on my TBR list!

Molly Daniels said...

Carol, it was a double-post by Allison:) No worries!