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About the author:
PeggySue’s books have been translated into five languages and sold internationally. A frequent radio guest, PeggySue writes for magazines, instructs at writers conferences, is a writing coach, and speaks at corporate, homeschool, and women’s events. PeggySue serves as board member for RemedyLIVE, where “We chat, we listen, we love.”.
What inspired you to write your book?
My son was in the military at the same time my daughters were involved in an international classical music camp. Sitting in the stellar concerts listening to the top conductors and musicians performing timeless compositions, I wondered what life was like for my son. The two came together to feature a hard rock-loving, life-saving spec ops military guy who goes to an island to recover after a tragic assignment and meets the classically trained Elise.
Here is a short sample from the book:
He coughed and choked, convulsed and vomited. Michael had never been so scared in all his life. That had been too close. In that immediate moment he thought of Elise. He wanted to see her more than he wanted anything in the world.
“Yo, Dog.” Bryce’s familiar voice danced at the edge of reality. He felt strong hands grip his trembling shoulders, and then Bryce’s thumbs kneaded his shaking arms.
Feeling waterlogged and heavy Michael opened his eyes. Bryce’s grinning face was as welcome as a cold beer on a stifling day. His buddy was at his side in the dark water. Michael’s head rested on a flotation ring supported by Claire, whose teeth chattered violently. A tugboat idled next to the sodden trio. Looking up he watched Corbin and the boat’s pilot securing the underwater attacker who had obviously been gaffed and hauled aboard, thanks to the tug’s towing equipment.
“Breathe,” Bryce coached. “In slow.” Michael inhaled a lungful of oxygen and held it in an attempt to calm his quaking body. “Exhale,” Bryce instructed. “Nice and slow.” Obediently Michael released the air in his lungs. He squeezed his eyes tightly closed and pictured Elise as he had last seen her. Facing him, her blue eyes framed by her blonde hair as the trade wind carried the fragrance of plumeria, frangipani, night jasmine, and gardenia to him—the piece of paradise he’d brought along when he left the island.
“You okay?” Bryce patted his cheek. “Stay with us, Mikey.”