But now with sun and desert weeks behind, winter seems normal. I've almost forgotten what it was like to swim in an outdoor pool - almost. But the other day winter decided to make a louder announcement of its presence. Plans were cast aside as snow was dumped on the city. It was officially a snow day and while many still went to work, the school buses weren't running. And I don't blame them considering even my front lawn has become a wall of snow. So plans were disrupted as they've been throughout the bumpy beginning of 2013. And I'm thankful that I learned a long time ago that scheduling time for writing isn't good enough. The unexpected appears anywhere and everywhere - the good, the bad and the ugly and none of it appears to carry a watch. So I've learned to write in the pockets these last few weeks, a dibble here and a dabble there.
Do you ever get a feeling that things aren't going to be quite as you planned?
That's exactly what happens in my latest book FATAL INTENT. All the best plans are thrown away in the face of an unthinkable disaster.
In the heart of the jungle, the promise of love is tangled with more than a hint of death.
When sexy and rugged Aidan arrives in the jungle looking as if he belongs, Garrett has no choice but to accept his help. But Aidan is more than she bargained for - a man of few words and fewer answers, as comfortable in the jungle as the mysterious native tribesmen. And as the days pass and passion flares between them, Garrett wonders if Aidan's good intentions are just another of the jungle's illusions.
In a land rife with predators and a killer still on the loose, can she trust the one man who claims to be their rescuer?
FATAL INTENT is released today and available at Barnesandnoble.com and Amazon, as well as other online bookstores. For more details check out my website at www.ryshiakennie.com
Excerpt from FATAL INTENT:
She saw him floating headless through a mist of tears.
Even the river's roar was not enough to mask her scream, as overhead the Borneo midday sun skidded a brilliant reflection across the river's surface.
Garrett clapped her hand over her mouth and squinted against the bright sun. As if that would shift reality or change the fact that all that stood between Malcolm and anonymity was the San Diego Chargers logo on his torn, water-soaked T-shirt. She choked and her foot slipped, bringing her dangerously close to the riverbank, and the body.
Brush crackled and something screeched, the sound harsh and loud in a place where there was never silence. It would have sent chills through the uninitiated but it was only an insect, an oversize bug-an insect that might never be classified, identified. There were so many and that was what brought her here. But now her guide was dead, headless. That thought alone was preposterous even when the evience lay in front of her. She wanted to weep. She wanted to run. But it was up to her to get her team out of here.
Once Upon a Time...
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