April 22 post
I've been in a romantic suspense kind of mood since I have quite a bit of suspense in one of the stories I'm working on currently. Last night I picked up Karen Rose's Count to Ten. I read the prologue before I went to sleep, and the suspense already on my mind plus the book must have combined.
A nightmare.
A nameless, faceless man tried to abduct me. I decided I wasn't going to go without a fight. We struggled. Then I let rip with a left uppercut to the man's face...
I woke at that exact moment, suddenly aware I was punching for real. My fist met empty air. All I can say is that Mr. Munro was lucky he wasn't cuddling at that particular moment. I felt the air whistle past my fist. I wasn't mucking around and it would have hurt!
Karen Rose writes an awesome book. I can't give them up. It's unthinkable, but I'm thinking that maybe Karen Rose's books should be daytime reads in the future.
Shelley