By: Theresa Ragan
A few years ago, my romantic suspense, Finding Kate Huntley, garnered interest from three different publishers, but two of the three ultimately decided that the heroine should not be tougher than the hero. I’ve made countless changes requested by agents and editors over the years, but Kate Huntley’s character could not be changed without ruining the story. Kate is definitely rough around the edges. She has a tendency to curse, and she is definitely a bit tougher than Jack, the rookie FBI agent, who is sent to find her and bring her back to the States, but even Jack sees that Kate isn’t as tough as she pretends to be.
Do you have a favorite bad ass heroine?
EXCERPT from FINDING KATE HUNTLEY
Another crash sounded. Kate stepped back and then threw her weight into the door.
Shit that hurt!
She yanked the pistol from her hip pocket and fired two shots at the lock. The door swung open and she stepped inside, weapon drawn, eyes wide.
Jack stood in front of the open window; his face made up of hard lines and suppressed fury as he held onto a pair of ankles, dangling the Haitian man with the ponytail out the window.
Jack’s chest rose and fell with each breath. “What took you so long?”
Ignoring him, she took inventory of the broken chair, tilted bed, and jagged pieces of glass scattered across the wood floor. “Nice.”
“Yeah, I thought the place could use a little redecorating.”
The thug hanging out the window grunted, his curses muffled by the crowds shouting to him from two stories below.
“So,” Kate said, “what’s the plan?”
Jack looked over his shoulder at her and lifted a handsome brow. “It was the kiss, wasn’t it?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” That was a lie. Even now, she wanted him to let the man drop two stories, take her in his arms and kiss her again, long and deep, hard and soft all at once.
“I knew you’d miss me,” he said. “I just didn’t know how much.”
“Don’t get too excited. I followed you because I’ve decided it’s time I went back to the States. I have some unfinished business to take care of.”
“I don’t know if I like the sound of that.”
Grimacing, he struggled to keep his grip. “I talked to Harrison,” Jack said through gritted teeth. “He’s arranging for a private plane to pick us up in thirty minutes.” Sweat trickled down the sides of his face. “Let me take care of Charlie here and then we’ll go.”
“Let me help,” Kate said. She moved to his side and took hold of the man’s legs. “I’ve got him.”
As soon as Jack loosened his hold, she let go. Charlie dropped two stories to the ground. Somebody screamed. A loud crash followed.
“Okay,” she said, dusting off her hands. “Time to go.”
Jack looked out the window. “I wanted to question the guy.”
She lifted her shoulders. “There’s no time.”
The severe expression on his face expressed his exasperation with her. He grabbed a vinyl backpack from the floor and began stuffing his belongings inside. “You really are something, you know that?”
“So I’ve been told.”
THERESA RAGAN writes time travels, contemporary romance and suspense. She also writes thrillers under the name TR Ragan. She has been writing for twenty years and garnered six finals in RWA’s prestigious Golden Heart competition. Since self-publishing in March, 2011, she has sold over 360,000 books and recently signed her first publishing agreement with Thomas & Mercer. Theresa lives with her husband, Joe, and the youngest of her four children in Sacramento, California. When she’s not writing, she likes to hang out with family, play the piano, and travel the world.
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