Monday, 17 June 2013

Guest post by KM Fawcett

Please give a warm welcome to K.M. Fawcett, author of the exciting brand new Forever Yours release, Captive, the first story in her Survival Race series! Read on to discover more about the series, Captive and how the idea struck K.M.! 


Hello Ex Libris readers! I’m K.M Fawcett and I’m excited to be here today to tell you a little about my debut paranormal romance novel, CAPTIVE. To celebrate the publication of CAPTIVE, as well as the last day of my blog tour, I thought I would do something special. The below is an excerpt from CAPTIVE plus some behind the scenes knowledge of how and why I wrote CAPTIVE. I hope you enjoy!
Captive by K.M. Fawcett

Book #1 in the Survival Race

AN IMPOSSIBLE JOURNEY

The last thing Addy Dawson remembers is a blazing inferno and freezing river water overtaking her lungs. When she awakens, Addy finds herself on a strange, alien planet, trapped in a cell with no doors, no windows-- and to her horror-- a naked warrior who claims to be her mate.

AN UNDENIABLE PASSION

An alpha gladiator, Max is forced to breed and produce the finest specimens for the Survival Race, a deadly blood sport created by the alien rulers of Hyborea. To rebel means torture - or worse - yet Max refuses to become the animal his captors want him to be. But their jailors will not be denied, and soon Addy and Max find themselves unwilling players in this cruel game. Pushed to the limit, they will risk everything for the chance at a life free from captivity. And though fate brought them together as adversaries, Max and Addy will discover that when they're together, there's nothing in the universe that can stop them.

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Excerpt of Captive by K.M. Fawcett

Max stopped eating and looked her square in the eye. He dropped his shoulders slightly and leaned toward her. “If I explain everything, do you promise not to flip out?”

She nodded slowly, unsure if she’d be able to keep that promise.

“Okay. The Hyboreans want babies. They take people, put them naked in a room together and let Mother Nature take her course. There is no escaping. Ever. If you do what they want, you’ll survive. If you piss them off, you won’t.” He spoke as if he were explaining the rules of a card game.

Addy scooped another cube of fruit from the bowl and ate it, hoping this basic life function would ground her in reality. She had to keep her wits in order to figure out where she was and how to escape. “So what do the Hyboreans do with the babies?” She really didn’t want to know but had to ask.

“Sell them.”

“This is a baby ring? You mean instead of kidnapping newborns, they enslave adults to make the babies for them? Oh my God.”

She couldn’t wrap her brain around the idea. It was so crazy and disgusting—like that fertility doctor who gave his patients his own sperm in order to save money. “People are sick,” she spat the words in disgust.

“Oh my God,” she said again, covering her mouth. The weight of the conversation finally hit her full force. This wasn’t some campfire ghost story. This was real.

She’d been kidnapped. By a baby-selling cult!

Tears prickled behind her eyes. Her throat constricted. Her breathing sped up. She was a Forest Service cop. A tree cop. She wasn’t experienced in handling human trafficking. This was totally out of her jurisdiction. “There really is no escaping, is there?”

The sudden sadness in his eyes said it all. She was trapped here, probably until she died. Or until they killed her.

She’d never be set free. The cult couldn’t risk anyone telling the FBI or the United Nations or whatever organization one informed about international kidnapping and slavery. Her body tingled with a cold numbness. She hugged her knees to her chest and rocked. She’d never again see her friends, her father, her home.

Shaking from the swelling rage bubbling inside, she wanted to scream. She wanted to pound on the wall. She wanted to demand they release her. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t stand that pain they’d shot through her yesterday. And she couldn’t stand her vulnerability. A good cop knew how to manage her emotions under stress. So she just sat there, sitting and rocking and wondering how this had happened.

Dazed, she reached for more food, hoping it might fill the hollowness inside. Max snatched the bowl away and she flinched.

“Lesson number two: don’t eat all your food at once, in case they forget to feed you.”

She felt her eyes widen. She wanted to ask if that happened often, but was too scared to hear the answer. Instead, she asked, “What’s lesson number one?”

He reached for her, hooked a finger around her choker and drew her to him. His piercing cat eyes, inches away from hers, held a stern seriousness that penetrated her body and stopped her heart. This lesson was crucial.

“Don’t piss off the Hyboreans.”

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The idea of CAPTIVE popped into my mind when…
While watching the rescue of mistreated horses on an episode of Animal Cops, I wondered how people would feel if they were penned up and abused. The idea for CAPTIVE (the Survival Race) was born.

Max is the ultimate alpha hero because…
The Survival Race is a blood sport in which the last gladiator alive wins. Since the hero must be an athlete possessing speed, endurance, agility, and strength, I decided to make him a decathlete.

Inspiration for CAPTIVE came from…
I used a combination of American and Scottish folklore to create the alien race in CAPTIVE.


Thank you, Ex Libris, for having me on your blog today!

K.M. Fawcett was a born romantic. At six years old, she would beg her parents to take her to a restaurant with, “Soft music and candles” where she could drink Shirley Temples and twirl on the dance floor. As she grew, her desire to be whisked into a romantic adventure by a knight in shining armor also grew – to the point of annoying her friends and family. When she received A Knight In Shining Armor (a novel by Jude Deveraux) for her eighteenth birthday, she fell in love…with the romance genre. Now K.M. writes sci-fi/ paranormal romances, and enjoys stories filled with adventure and strong, kick butt heroes and heroines.

K.M. holds the rank of Sandan (3rd degree black belt) in both Isshinryu Karate and in Ryukonkai (Okinawan weapons). She and her husband own Tenchi Isshinryu Karate Dojo in NJ where they teach karate, weapons, and self-defense.

When not working out at the dojo or writing, K.M. is home with her two children and two cats.


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