Continuing with my series, featuring Astraea Press authors I have the pleasure of introducing Jennifer Comeaux.
One of the fun things about writing a novel is all the personal touches the author can sneak into the book without the general reader’s knowledge. When naming the characters in my book Life on the Edge, I added a lot of personal touches. My main character’s best friend, Aubrey, is named after one of my favorite baseball players, and I used the names of my friends’ children for many of the other secondary characters. I wanted the kids to have the excitement of seeing their names in the story.
Another personal touch I added was a cameo appearance by yours truly. The opportunity was too golden to pass up, so I gave myself a small speaking role as an unnamed character in one scene. Only my family and a few good friends realized the character was me. I loved slipping in all these little details!
Now that you know some of my author secrets, here’s a bit more about Life on the Edge, including a short excerpt:
Nineteen-year-old Emily is new to pairs skating, but she and her partner Chris have a big dream–to be the first American team to win Olympic gold. Their young coach Sergei, who left Russia after a mysterious end to his skating career, believes they can break through and make history.
Emily and Chris are on track to be top contenders at the 2002 Winter Games. But when forbidden feelings spark between Emily and Sergei, broken trust and an unexpected enemy threaten to derail Emily’s dreams of gold.
The wind picked up, rustling the trees and sending my empty cup skittering over the table. Sergei snatched it and noticed the time on his watch.
“Oh, wow, it’s two thirty. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stay this late.”
“No worries. I can sleep till noon tomorrow.”
He rose from his chair, stretching his arms. “Do you think they all killed each other downstairs?”
“My guess is they played so hard they passed out at some point. That’s been known to happen.”
I got up and smoothed my skirt. I’d kicked off my sandals hours ago, and the weathered wood of the patio was cool under my bare feet.
Sergei took a step toward me. “Thanks again for the great meal. And the even better company.”
“You’re very welcome. I’m so glad you came.”
I stood on tippy-toes to give him a quick hug, but Sergei’s strong arms held me against him, enveloping my small frame. His body exuded warmth. I closed my eyes and breathed in the woody scent of his cologne. We’d shared plenty of hugs at competitions, but this felt so different, like we belonged nowhere else but in this embrace.
After what seemed like both an eternity and a split second, Sergei pulled away, his hands brushing down my back. He glanced downward and gestured to the door.
“I can let myself out.”
My head bobbed weakly. “Okay. I’ll see you Monday.”
“See you.” He held my gaze a moment longer than necessary. Then he was gone.
I stood paralyzed, listening to the blood pulse in my ears. My heart beat so fast I thought it might pound out of my chest. I couldn’t have imagined the electricity I’d felt in Sergei’s arms. It was too real. And I had no idea how I could ever forget it.
Where you can find me on the web!
Author Website: http://jennifercomeaux.blogspot.com