Hello and welcome to my blog for another round of Meet the Characters! Today I am featuring a guest blogger who has graciously agreed to let me do a character interview, which is my favorite kind of interview. Join me in welcoming author, Stephanie Queen, and her characters from Beachcomber Trouble, Book #5 in the Beachcomber Investigation Series. It’s a fantastic romantic suspense/romantic detective series with wonderful characters so without further ado here is the interview with Dane and Shana.
Meet Dane Blaise & Shana George, partners in Beachcomber Investigations on Martha’s Vineyard. This charismatic couple—or non-couple as the case may be—will answer some probing questions to help us get to know them. Then maybe you can help them decide whether they ought to be a couple—or not. They are NOT having success figuring this out on their own.
What are your favorite scenes in your book: the action, the dialog or the romance?
DANE: I’ll be the gentleman and let Shana answer first.
SHANA: (scoffs) You’re a prince. That’s what I always say.
DANE: Answer the question, girlie. Honestly. Is it the action, the dialogue or, my favorite, the romance?
SHANA: (eye-roll) You mean the sex, not the romance.
DANE: Then you agree—
SHANA: Honestly, my favorite scenes are the action scenes. That’s when I’m in control and in my element and doing what I love and was meant to do. Putting up with on-again, off-again romance with Dane is the hard part. It drives me crazy. But working with him, well he is the best.
What do you do for a living?
DANE: Didn’t we say? We’re private investigators. We specialize in big cases—missions—often sent our way by the governor, my old special ops commander.
What is your greatest fear?
SHANA: This I want to hear—what is it Dane?
DANE: You. I’m afraid of you.
SHANA: (eye-roll again) You mean you’re afraid of yourself. I’m nothing to you but a pain in the butt except when I’m covering your butt.
SHANA: Okay. I’ll tell you what I’m afraid of—never getting back home to Sydney, Australia, never visiting my Dad’s grave again…
What turns you on?
DANE: (looks at Shana)
SHANA: (yet another eye-roll)
What do you like most about where you live?
DANE: We live on Martha’s Vineyard, an island off the coast of Massachusetts. It’s mostly a summer vacation place. I like the solitariness of the winter months and the excitement of the summer crowd. (shrugs) But it’s the cleansing ocean air that I need most.
SHANA: What I like most is living where Dane lives.
DANE: (raises one brow)
SHANA: No sense pretending otherwise. Why else would I stay? It’s the heart-hammering excitement of not knowing what will happen next, but knowing surely that something will happen.
DANE: Oh. That. None of that in Sydney or London. None of that with Scotland Yard where you worked when I found you—
SHANA: You found me? You didn’t find me—
DANE: Figure of speech, girlie.
SHANA: Don’t call me that in front of—
And that concludes the interview—before they come to blows. Or something else. You can see Dane and Shana in action all through the Beachcomber Investigations series beginning with The Beachcombers which is currently FREE. The newest book, Beachcomber Trouble is available now for the special pre-order price of $.99
Out of the blue, ex-special ops legend Dane Blaise receives a CIA coded message for Trouble. It’s a call to action to help an old associate of his—Oscar. He had no idea Shana knows Oscar too. Even though he suspects Oscar’s CIA handler is not to be trusted, he answers the call.
Dane doesn’t know that Shana answers the call too–and that the trap is set. Now the trouble is about to go from bad to the worst possible trouble of all …
Shana shouldn’t have opened that e-mail. It had been marked private but it had “Beachcomber Investigations” in the subject line. It wasn’t until after she’d read it that it became obvious it was meant for Dane.
It was also obvious to Shana that whoever sent it had not known she was Dane’s partner. She paced around the kitchen until she heard Dane’s Jeep lurch into the driveway. Dane had found out something was up. She went to the door as if there was no other choice, as if there was an irrevocable command sequence controlling her. She pushed the screen door open and wondered how Dane knew her old friend, wondered what kind of trouble he was in. Because it definitely meant trouble when a message came from the CIA. More precisely, it meant big trouble when a message came that was the exact standard operating procedure for emergencies, according to the CIA handbook.
Staying in shape was getting to be an ordeal—or so Dane’s right knee periodically reminded him. He looked ahead down the pristine length of State Beach, thought briefly about Jaws, and kept running. He had one and a half miles to go. Then he’d run the two miles back. It was May. Warm weather. No tourists yet clogging up the beach.
The mobile phone in the pocket of his cargo shorts vibrated against his right thigh. He didn’t stop running, but slowed enough to slip it out as it stopped buzzing and went to voice mail. He glanced at the caller ID.
He stopped short in the sand.
It wasn’t Shana. He recognized the number. A cold freeze went through him—the kind that slowed his heartbeat to calm him, the kind that demanded he slow the alarmed thoughts bursting in his head.
It was Oscar.
Or someone using Oscar’s phone. He clamped down on the adrenaline. Whoever called him on this line would know it was a call to action.
After one quick glance down the expanse of the waiting miles of the beach, he turned and sprinted back to his Jeep. There was no way to keep his mind quiet on the quick drive back from Oak Bluffs to his beach shack in Vineyard Haven, so he prepared himself for the worst and made a plan.
If the call was from Oscar then Oscar was in trouble. Dane might need to leave the island. Immediately. If the call wasn’t from Oscar, then the trouble was worse. Because that meant someone had compromised Oscar and had contacted Dane in Oscar’s place, using his phone. Dane would need to leave the island either way. Without Shana. The twist of pain along his shoulder blade signaled Dane’s tension at the prospect. He would find out soon enough. He swerved the Jeep into the crushed shell drive, shoved the gearstick into park, and jumped out.
Before he finished sprinting to the back steps of his small house, Shana appeared in the doorway and pushed the screen door open. The look on her face spoke volumes. It said she knew there was trouble.
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USA Today Bestselling Author Stephanie Queen is a romantic at heart and a writer by nature, with the enthusiastic soul of a cheerleader. So of course she loves creating stories where the good guys always win. Although she’s lost count of all the jobs she had before she settled on being a Novelist, her favorite was selling cookies as a Keebler Elf. She is a graduate of UConn (go Huskies!) and Harvard U and lives in New Hampshire with her family, her cat, Kitty, and her (real or imagined?) chauffeur, Myren.
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