I'm depressed because Survivor has ended. It's one of the shows I love to watch. If you've never seen it, I suggest you tune in next time. Why do I love it?
It's a wonderful source of writing material. The characters I've watched have given me inspiration for characters in my novels. It's fun to see how these survivors personalities evolve and sometimes clash. Greed, depression, homesickness, hunger, and survival take their toll. The scenery is breathtaking. All previous series have taken place somewhere in tropical island settings like Fiji. The next suvivor series will take place in China. I can't wait! Maybe my next novel will take place in China.
Do you have a television show that inspires your writing in some way? I'd love to hear about it.
Thought I'd share an excerpt from romantic suspense novel HIT AND RUN.
Setup: Beth and Ryan return from dinner unaware that Keith has broken into the house and is hiding in Beth's closet.
Keith heard them walking through the rooms downstairs, talking and laughing. He wished the cop would leave. He really needed to get out of the closet. The dark brought too many unpleasant memories. His hands sweated inside the gloves.
He wiped the perspiration dripping into his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. He began to shake. Monsters lived in here, deep in the corners, waiting to grab him.
He took a deep breath. The key to dispelling the nightmare was to keep breathing. In. Out. There were no monsters. They had no power over him. Not any longer.
He leaned forward and slid the dooropen a crack and took a breath of fresh air. He wasn't trapped. He could get out of the closet whenever he wanted. It wasn't like before.
Beth said goodbye to Ryan at the front door.
He pulled her close and kissed her, then stepped back and gazed deeply into her eyes. "Good night, Beth."
"Good night," she whispered.
"Set the alarm after I leave."
He ran his finger across her bottom lip, smiled into her eyes, and left.
Beth locked the door and set the alarm.
She called, but Charlie wouldn't follow her upstairs. She'd hoped the cat would sleep with her, but Charlie seemed to have her own agenda.
Beth went into the bathroom and left the door ajar. Reaching into the tub, she turned on the water and adjusted the settings to a comfortable temperature. Steam rose around her as she soaped her body and massaged her scalp with the lightly scented shampoo.
Keith slid the closet door open. Light poured into the room from the hallway. He grinned when he heard the shower running. He stepped out and peered throughthe bathroom door, which she'd left ajar. Her body moved behind the shower curtain, and he grew hard thinking how he would soon be touching her soft, scented warmth.
He stepped into her bedroom and looked around. He picked up her bra and ran the silk and lace through his fingers, feeling his body respond.
The water shut off.
He dropped the bra back on the bed and eased down to the floor. He slithered under the bed, adjusting the dust ruffle to hide his presence.
He throbbed with anticipation. She'd be frightened, she might try to scream, but he'd close off her mouth with his. He'd plunge his tongue deep into her throat, and then bury himself in her womanly folds. When he was through with her, he'd make her beg for mercy. Make her apologize for taking Jilly from him. She'd pay. This was the night he'd been waiting for.
Hurry, Bethie, I'm waiting for you.
HIT AND RUN: ISBN 1-60154-010-8
Available at The Wild Rose Press and Amazon.
Read the first chapters of Hit and Run and Foxfire on my website.