About the story:
Aurora “Rory” Graystone
Abilities: superior reflexes, I.Q. and aptitude for calculating probabilities
Mission: find missing teammates
Rory knows she’s being watched, and she’s not about to let the hunter catch her in his trap. She’ll confront her stalker, a man she suspects is involved in the disappearances of other superheroes--if she can ignore the sensual heat that fills her every time he’s near…
Codename: Hard Target
Abilities: expert tracker and sniper
Mission: kill Rory Graystone
One of five desperate men sent back in time to save the future, Michael believes eliminating Rory is the key to his mission. But even as he takes aim, a split second of doubt causes him to miss his shot.
Drawn together by passion, and on a collision course with fate, can Rory and Michael work together to change the future? Or have they set in motion the horrific history the time-travelers are trying to prevent?
Tell me about yourself.
I’m a mother, a pet owner and a student of life. I studied journalism, psychology and business in school and I have degrees in two out of three of those subjects. I write because I can’t not write and every book is a passionate love affair for me and every time I type “the end” it’s a bittersweet moment.
What sets you apart from other writers?
My laptop? Actually I don’t know. Every author is different, every writer experiences different things and works in different ways. The only thing that sets me apart is what sets apart every author--the driving need to create new worlds, new lives and new experiences as we hunker down in our writing caves.
Who are your favorite authors?
and I could list more and more…
We’re in a bar and I’m buying you a drink. What’ll it be?
Corona with Lime
What are you currently reading?
Lynsay Sands The Lady is a Vamp
What are your writing vices?
I like to sit in my garage where it’s quiet, away from the Internet, light up a cigar and write my arse off.
If you could gift yourself one superpower, what would it be?
How do you deal with rejection?
I revel in the melancholy for about fifteen minutes and I put it away and get back to work.
Where did the idea for your novel come from?
I love time travel stories. I love superheroes. I really like women who can kick ass. So I wanted to ask the question, what if? What if these five super men came back in time to save their future? Can they do it? Or are they by their very presence in the time stream that which causes their future to happen? Well -- and the rest is Yesterday’s Heroes.
You’re stranded on a deserted island. What three items would you take?
A satellite phone. A case of water. Bug spray.
What project(s) are you working on now?
Several more releases are coming out this year including my superhero romance from Carina entitled Yesterday’s Heroes. Rory and Michael were two of my favorite characters to write. Also coming is The Lady is a Thief, the third and final installment in the Fortunate Buddha trilogy, Micah & Mrs. Miller, book three of the Fevered Hearts series and No Regrets, No Surrender which is the full length follow up to Retreat Hell! She Just Got Here (Always a Marine series).
What would I find in your couch cushions?
Probably dog bones.
Do you ever encounter writers block?
I don’t believe in it. I may get distracted, but writing is like a marathon, not a spring. You write regularly, you build up your muscles and even on days when you’re tired, you can still write.
Do you have a day job?
I work as a freelance copywriter and copyeditor.
Is your writing based on real life experiences or is it all imaginary?
A little bit of both. It’s a marriage of where my mind can travel, experience, history and the people I know.
What does your main character think about you? Would he or she want to hang around you as their author?
I think Rory would be fun, but she shops way too much for me.
Who would play the starring role(s) if your book became a movie?
Jeremy Renner as Michael would be pretty hot, but he needs to be a lot bigger. I think Rory would be a lot like Kate Beckinsale in that first Underworld. But shorter.
If you’d like, provide an excerpt and/or back cover blurb:
He never missed.
Michael stared at the sidewalk swarming with citizens and shopping debris. His bullet had hit one of the shopping bags, turning it into scraps of leather, metallic buckle bits and paper drifting in the air.
How the hell had he missed?
Michael allowed himself the twenty seconds it took him to collapse the rifle back into his bag to analyze. But it was twenty seconds too long.
Her slender, lithe body appeared over the roof’s edge and landed, one knee and one foot down for balance. Power coiled through her body’s compact musculature. Intelligence shimmered in her violet eyes. Danger sheathed her like a halo.
She was absolutely magnificent.
“Going somewhere?” Her voice undulated, low and husky, the sardonic notes pinging his nervous system as though they were played on a too-tightly-strung guitar.
“Unfortunately, no.” A flick of his wrist dropped the small-caliber weapon into his hand, but the woman rolled, twisting and turning through the air as she avoided his bullets.
Incomprehension tangled with irritation. He never missed.
Twice in as many encounters.
“Tsk, tsk. Didn’t your mother teach you not to play with guns? If you’re going to shoot at something, hit it. Otherwise, what’s the point?” The come-hither voice was close and the liquid heat in her tone tormented his cock. He narrowly jerked his head back, avoiding her fist whiffing the air just millimeters from his nose. But he had no time to savor his victory as her arm completed the arc, punching down on the crook of his elbow.
Nerves screaming, he released the gun and jerked himself to the right to avoid the blow of her leg lashing out at his knee. He struck back, unsurprised that she avoided the strike. She used her forearm to send it wide and swiveled so that his own mass and velocity sent him flying over her shoulder.
An unexpected grin turned up the corners of his mouth. Despite her slighter frame and fragile appearance, the she-vixen offered him a challenge.
God she’s fast.
He slammed against the rooftop and rebounded to his feet, pivoting to face her. Gone was the sweet white t-shirt that hugged her breasts. In its place was an almost-white body suit that lingered like a lover on every curve. A rainbow swath of color wrapped around her right thigh, cut up across her hip and over her abdomen to blaze a trail of treasure to her left breast. The Kevlar-based polymer shimmered in the morning sun.
It was both practical and erotic.
Deep within his brain, the microchip he’d thought dead flared to life. Data scrolled across his internal eye, a mechanized voice reciting the information
Target acquired: Codename Halo.
Abilities: Superior reflexes, high I.Q. and an uncanny knack for discerning the possibilities
Suggested defense: Unknown
Suggested offense: Unknown
Computers were not meant to be sarcastic, but the advice carried the weight of dry humor that Michael associated with the programmer it imitated.
“Got a name big boy?” Her words were a provocative tease and his body tingled in response.
Her voice spawned a physiological side effect on his anatomy. It must have a correlation with her ability, but the chip remained silent on the matter. Her second attack came in a flurry of kicks and palm strikes.
Michael could take a man down with three moves or less. She was slender, slighter in build, and he should be able to snap her in two. Instead, he blocked, evaded and turned her blows until he was able to capture a wrist and spin her back against his chest, his arms coming down to cage her. She turned her palms down, her suggestive little ass rubbing his crotch as she tried to break the hold.
Using his size and associated muscle mass, he bent with her, his fists shackling her wrists, his knuckles brushing her firm breasts. She twisted her hips, going for the side spin. Michael moved with her, boxing her tighter to his body. The motion brought the rich, velvet of her hair to his nose. He drew in a lungful of her scent. The tart lemon was a top note, but beneath the citrus was a distinctively musky, feminine scent.
Blood surged into his cock and she stilled as his arousal pressed solidly against her backside. The teasing curve of her body was soft against his hardness, filling his mind with erotic images and the desire to determine just how the sexy little body suit came off.
Had any battle been more fun?
Or more exciting?
“Done?” He touched his lips to her ear, stealing the smallest taste of her flesh. Her tender skin tasted of schnapps and cool malt, both decadent and sweet.
Carina Press / Amazon / Barnes & Noble
Would you like to say anything to your readers / fans?
Thank you. Writing is something I take pure enjoyment out of, I write because I can’t not put stories down…most often when I begin to tell my stories, the words spin out onto the computer I try to capture the movie playing in my mind. The only thing that comes close to touching that feeling, is hearing readers say they enjoyed the book I wrote and the film that unwound for them. - So thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy the movie…if you know what I mean.
As a writer, it can be difficult to find enough time in the day to get everything done. Would you like to share your favorite ‘quick and easy’ recipe?
I’ve been doing Medifast for several months now and one of my favorite meals is to grill chicken breasts marinated in three tablespoons of Paul Newman’s Lite Lime dressing and serve it with steamed broccoli. Takes about thirty minutes to cook, but I can work on other things and just flip the chicken.
Thank you so much for having me!
Any time, Heather! Best wishes with your new book! :)
Heather Long lives in Texas with her family and their menagerie of animals. As a child, Heather skipped picture books and enjoyed the Harlequin romance novels by Penny Jordan and Nora Roberts that her grandmother read to her. Heather believes that laughter is as important to life as breathing and that the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus are very real. In the meanwhile, she is hard at work on her next novel.
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