Back to Writing

Well, this is it, my first blog post and my first steps back into the wonderful world that is romance novels and especially the awesomeness that is military romance!  I took a break from writing to go to grad school, but now I'm back.  I'm a newbie all over again.

Since I haven't been around for awhile, I thought I'd tell you a little bit about myself.  I've been writing for as long as I can remember.  That said, some days, I can't remember why I went downstairs, so that's not saying much!  I got serious about writing in 2000 and got my first contract in 2004.  I wrote steadily until the environment at my day job necessitated going back to school.  With working full time and going to school part time, something had to give and regretfully that was my writing.  But now that's all done and I can finally write things that don't have to be in APA format!

I tried my hand at mysteries (since I'm not a plotter, I'm not very good at the who-done-it) and historicals, but fell in love when I dove into my first military romance.  I'm not sure what took me so long to come to that realization, since Suzanne Brockmann and Catherine Mann are two of my favorite authors and a man in a military uniform has to power to stop me in my tracks (My father always reminds me to behave when he takes me on a base!).

Men in uniform have always had my heart.  I'm an Air Force brat, I grew up around flight lines and men in OD green.  One of those men came home at night (or morning as the case may have been) to my mom, my brother and I.  I grew up around men who put duty, honor, and country first but still managed to be fantastic husbands and fathers.  Not to mention the hot physically fit bodies!!  Let's not forget the sexy bods!!  Not that I could ever forget a sexy bod.  It takes a very special man to look good in OD green fatigues (I'm showing my age since the USAF doesn't even wear those anymore and hasn't for a while!).  Now my son wears the uniform of an USAF LT (I don't drool over his co-workers, though, there's a fine line between cougar and creepy!).

It only made sense, then, that I'd want to bring those qualities exemplified by the members of our military to the heroes of my books.  Because of my history, I choose to make my heroes (and a heroine) members of the USAF.  What can I say, I love a man in (or out of) a flight suit!

My WIP is about a C-130 gunship crew member grounded because of bad intel, a dom who meets his match with a do-gooder social worker sub.  I hope to share (call sign) Truck and Genevieve's progress with you.  I also hope to be able to share the stories of the other crew members of the gunship.  And maybe, just maybe, Truck will let all of us know what name is on his birth certificate!  Because I'm really beginning to wonder just how horrible his name is if he won't give it up!

I can be reached at FeliciaForella @ comcast dot net.  Check me out on Facebook.  And you can check out my webiste for my backlist, www.FeliciaForella.com.  My website needs a new design, desperately, which is in the works.

On a complete and total side note, Happy Birthday to my mom!

Guest Author LK Hunsaker

Hello! It’s wonderful to see a new blog supporting and celebrating the military, romance style! I’m proud to help get things rolling as a guest blogger.

A little about me: I’m spouse of a retired career soldier and did 17 of his nearly 21 years with him while raising two children. When we met, he was an Army Spec 4 (a no longer used rank) in Texas and I was a small town girl in Central Illinois with no real knowledge of military life. My uncle and 4 great uncles had been in the service, but I didn’t hear much about it. You could say I jumped in heart first with no idea what I was getting into. He retired as an E7 (SFC) and here we are still together after 25 years. To me, romance is far more than heart flutters and passion. It’s also just hanging in there and getting through it, as all military spouses know.

I have eight books out under LK Hunsaker and one under a pen name, but I only recently began to

bring the military into my stories. The one I’m here to talk about today, Moondrops & Thistles, came about quite accidentally, you could say. In my 2009 release, Off The Moon, the main character is a rather arrogant and immature pop star who has to finish growing up, and his constant antagonist is his bodyguard, Daws. I knew while writing it that Daws had military background that related to Ryan being an Army brat, but that wasn’t Ryan’s story, so it stayed in my personal knowledge and I left it there. That is, until readers started to tell me how much they just loved Daws and wanted more of him and his story. Always one up for a challenge, I used Nanowrimo 2010 to figure out the rest of Daws and his background.

They say to write what you know, and because of Daws’s age in Off The Moon, I pushed Moondrops & Thistles to nine years earlier when he meets Deanna, which set the story back to 1991. With that timing, of course Daws is a Desert Storm vet. It worked perfectly, since my husband is a Desert Storm vet and those memories are something I intended to write at some point. The story is fiction. Many of the experiences are true. It is largely a tribute to the long distance part of the military relationship.

Love. Honor.
Trust.

Sacrifice.

Daws, aka Sergeant Fred Dawson, U.S. Army, is a determined and highly respected leader. Called to serve in Desert Storm, he performs two impromptu rescue missions and manages to bring all of his men back home. While still haunted by the cost of his actions, he loses the most important person in his life, in an accident for which he feels partly responsible.

Deanna Meyers has had it with men. As far as she's concerned, there isn't a true loyal and honest gentleman left in New York City. In the midst of trying to advance in the world of advertising where the men in charge are more interested in her other attributes than in her skills, she finds herself in another destructive relationship, theis time to the possible detriment of her career.

When they run into each other at a bus stop in the pouring rain after midnight, Daws and Deanna recognize the spark of a connection that draws them in the way they are both drawn to the city lights at night.

At signings when readers ask which of the two related books they should read first, I always suggest Off The Moon first, since I wrote it first, and then there’s the effect of later reading Moondrops & Thistles and thinking... “Oh!” My husband, however, suggests them the other way around. They are related but separate and if you’re looking specifically for a military romance, start with Moondrops & Thistles, available in both print and ebook. As a warning, it is longer than normal romance length, so if you’d prefer shorter with less of the full military experience and with more spice, grab the shorter & spicier version instead, available in ebook only: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/31804

I’ll leave you with an excerpt of Deanna’s first time on an Army base, which is an experience I’ll never forget! If you’d like to read the beginning of the story, see the book’s site: http://www.lkhunsaker.com/Moondrops/main.htm

You’ll find a listing of my books here: http://www.lkhunsaker.com/books.htm to include Off The Moon, and a short, sweet homefront romance called Protect The Heart, dedicated to my great uncles. (The trailer for Protect the Heart features several actual photos from Desert Storm.)

Thank you to the Military Romance owners and bloggers for allowing me to join the party. Hooah!

Moondrops & Thistles  Excerpt:

Deanna handed Fred her state identification card when he asked for her license, to show the MP at the gate along with his military ID. The gun on the man’s hip made her nervous, but he was friendly and told them both to have a nice night. Even knowing it was nervy, she asked to see Fred’s card before he returned it to his wallet. With a curious expression, he handed it to her as he pulled through the gate. It was like a driver’s license except with a green background and no address. It showed his height as six feet, his weight as 215. His birthday December tenth. Five inches taller than she was, and nearly 80 pounds heavier. It was all muscle. She knew without a doubt, after seeing the flash of his bare chest and abdomen, that he had no extra fat. She couldn’t say the same. Not that she had a lot extra, she kept in shape, but she was built round. Hereditary. Nothing much she could do about it. He was built like a Mack truck. An extremely sexy Mack truck.

Trying not to think of that glimpse, she held the card in her hand and focused on the brick buildings all in a row, marked with numbers on their fronts and signs telling what was inside, she supposed, along with directional markers pointing here and there. She had no idea what some of it meant. Class VI. Mess hall she knew was the dining area. JAG? Commissary he’d mentioned – a grocery store. Shoppette? It had to be a mini shop of some kind. LSO. 10th Sustainment. Garrison Command. She felt as though she’d just landed in a foreign country.

“That’s our motor pool.”

Deanna looked over to where he pointed. A tall chain link fence was topped with barbed wire. Inside she saw ... tanks? And big truck-like vehicles that looked like they were meant to carry something. A helicopter.

Helicopter. He’d said his major died in a chopper crash. “Do you fly those?”

“No. I stay on the ground.”

“Don’t like to fly?”

“Not particularly. I do as I need to. And I can fix the things if they need it, minor fixes. I’m more an organizer. I make sure we have what we need to have when we need to have it, and then make sure it all goes back where it belongs.”

She nodded, too overwhelmed to ask about the so many things she saw since she didn’t know where to start asking. Soon, he pulled into the parking lot of a pretty brick building with a lot of windows and neat shrubbery. It even boasted flowers and colorful plants along the sidewalk. Everything she’d seen was perfectly cared for, neat, and pretty. Not what she would have expected.

“This is it.” He put the Chevy in park, turned off the engine, and grasped her hand. “Relax.”

“Who says I’m not?”

“I see it on your face.”

“Is there anything I should know to say or not say? How do I greet them? They won’t be in uniform, right? So I won’t know their rank...”

He squeezed her fingers. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll introduce you and they won’t expect you to remember all their names. They also won’t hesitate to remind you of them. It’ll be fine, Deanna. No different than meeting people at a regular bar.”

She rather doubted that was true. Especially since she’d never had to show her ID to get into an area and then drive past barbed wire and guns.

LK Hunsaker

~Literary Romance with an Artsy Twist~

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