Monday, August 17, 2015

"Deep Night" (Denver Heroes, #3) by Kathy Clark

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Denver Heroes #3

Kathy Clark

Releasing August 18th, 2015


to thrill readers of Nora Roberts and Karen Robards, the breathtaking Denver
Heroes series from New York Times bestselling author Kathy
Clark continues as two adrenaline junkies find themselves fighting unexpected
passion—and unspeakable terror.

Chris Wilson lost too many friends to war. Back home in Denver, he’s trying to
make a difference as a paramedic, treating victims of crisis situations. Not
even active combat could prepare Chris for the rush he gets when violence and
tragedy collide, but the job isn’t the only thing making his heart race. His
partner is his closest confidant from childhood, and the girl he remembers is
now a strong, sensual woman . . . who needs him more than ever.

Richards is more comfortable risking her life than asking for help. The petite
blonde medic put a wall around her heart long ago, vowing to never let anyone
hurt her again. Only now her long-buried secrets threaten to destroy everything
she’s built. And though she should be able to trust Chris, his smoldering
blue-gray eyes ignite desires that feel more dangerous than whatever’s lurking
in the shadows. For once, Sara can’t go it alone. But Chris might just be
stubborn enough to stand by her side as she faces down her worst nightmare.


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Kathy Clark

I heard another author say that the secret to her success was that she connected all of her books with cross-over characters.  I thought that was ingenious on so many levels.
First of all, readers love series.  It’s like watching a soap opera.  Most of the main characters have already been introduced, so it’s fun to pick back up on their lives.  With each new book, readers get to experience another great story and meet more characters, but most importantly, they get to catch up with what’s been happening since the last book.  It’s almost like a family reunion.
Secondly, series are good financial investments of an author’s time and talents.  There is a certain level of fan following that will compel readers to buy all future books in the series.  And if a reader picks up a book in the middle of the sequence, they will likely buy the first books to catch up on the back stories.  That is, if the author has created a series people want to follow which all depends on how much they like the characters.
Most importantly to the authors is that it’s so much more fun to write a series than a stand-alone book.  Speaking for myself, I get very attached to my characters.  Of course, I’m the one who creates them, but about a third of the way into the book, they take over.  From then on, I sit back and write down everything they say or do.  If I’ve done a good job of setting them up, they stick to the storyline, but often they surprise em by doing things I hadn’t expected.  In DEEP NIGHT, one of Chris’ Marine buddies shows up and becomes an important part of the plot.  I had no idea that would happen, but it worked into the story beautifully. 
The characters become very real to me.  I can’t imagine how difficult it would be to write a book if I didn’t like them.  Then when I write the rest of the series, it’s like spending time with old friends.  I’ve missed them, but like with really dear friends, it’s easy to pick up where we left off.
DEEP NIGHT is book #3 in the Denver Heroes series.  The first two books, AFTER MIDNIGHT (about middle brother Sam, the cop) and CRIES IN THE NIGHT (about older brother Rusty, the fireman) were stories I’d had in my mind for about twenty years.  They were gritty, realistic plots about painful, sensitive subjects like domestic abuse and stalking.  DEEP NIGHT is about the youngest brother, Chris, who has just returned from several tours as a medic in Afghanistan.  Chris is going to med school and working as a paramedic to pay for it.  In a way, he’s the most complicated of the brothers.  He’s found his calling helping others with medical emergencies, but he doesn’t always deal with his own.
In DEEP NIGHT, Sam, Kate, Rusty and Julie all show up.  We get to attend a wedding and catch up on what’s been happening to them.  They are an important part of Chris’s life, and, therefore, an important part of the story.  I’m sad that this is the last planned book of this series, but I know I can’t let these characters go forever. 
I’ve already moved on to the next series, Austin Heroes.  The hero of the first book, AFTER LOVE, is a sexy, complex DEA agent, and I adore him.  Readers will meet him in DEEP NIGHT, so those two books are connected.  However, I hope to have a cross-over book that contains all the characters from both Denver Heroes and Austin Heroes.  It will definitely be a lot of fun for me, and hopefully, for my readers.  I just hope all that testosterone doesn’t explode.
So, series are not loved just by readers; they’re also loved by us authors.  Writing is a lonely business, and when you get to spend time with your best friends, even if they’re imaginary, it’s a good day.

After Midnight
Cries in the Night
Deep Night to be released on August 18, 2015

         After Love scheduled for January, 2016
         Almost Forever scheduled for July, 2016
         Another Chance scheduled for December, 2016

         Due Dates
         Killer Date
         Worst Date Ever

ROOM SERVICE, A Romantic Erotica Series
         Fantasy Suite, scheduled for April, 2016
         Master Suite, scheduled for August, 2016

SEE YOU LATER (CUL8R) YA Time Travel Mystery/Romance Series by Bob Kat
         Oh My God (OMG)
         Be Right Back (BRB)
         Believe it or Not (BION)
Rest in Peace (RIP)


“Auto versus building at the 7-Eleven at 2341 East Colfax, driver unconscious, unknown medical, reported multiple injuries. Sending fire and medical.”
Chris stuffed the rest of a double bacon cheeseburger into his mouth, wadded up his trash and tossed it in the fast-food bag on the floor. He started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street. His partner, Sara, grimaced as she snapped the lid closed on her salad.
“You’re going to kill yourself if you keep eating like that,” she told him.
“Thank God I know a paramedic who’ll save my life.” He flashed her a crooked grin. Death by cheeseburger wasn’t something he worried about. The whole time he’d been in Afghanistan, all he could think about was a juicy cheeseburger so big it would barely fit into his mouth, and now that he was back, he didn’t deny himself the pleasure.
“I’m not a miracle worker.” As she spoke, she reached for the radio in anticipation of the call.
“Then why the hell am I riding with you?” he teased.
“Ambulance 25, come back with location,” the dispatcher’s voice filled the cab.
“East 23rd and York and heading toward Colfax,” Sara said into the microphone.
“Need you on a code 10 at 2341 East Colfax, vehicle versus building, injuries unknown. Could be multiples.”
“Copy.” Sara hooked the microphone back on its clip and flipped the switches to turn on the lights and siren. A code 10 was considered an emergency call, which meant they needed to get there as fast as safely possible.
As usual, the drivers in front of them went through various stages of panic as they tried to get out of the way. Some moved right, some tried to merge into the outside lane, while still others simply stopped in the middle of the road. Chris skillfully maneuvered the ambulance through the urban labyrinth. Traffic was surprisingly heavy for eleven on a Wednesday night.
“Did the Rockies game run late?” he asked, driving up on the curb to get around a line of cars. As they approached the intersection, the Opticom sensor picked up the ambulance’s signal and switched the traffic light to green. Chris cautiously checked to make sure everyone in the opposing lanes was paying attention, then turned through the intersection and headed toward Colfax.
“Don’t know, but maybe that’s a good sign. They’ve been playing like Little Leaguers so far this year.” Sara kept a wary eye on the traffic, too. Tonight was Chris’s turn to drive, but that didn’t mean she would relax and let her guard down. As field instructor, she was the senior medic, so everything he did was her responsibility.
“Remember the video game Frogger?” he asked, crossing two lanes to get to an opening.
“Watch out for that car!”
Chris slammed on the brakes, stopping just inches from a black Camaro that had run the red light.
“Fucker,” Sara muttered.
“Language, girl,” Chris reprimanded with a smile. “Your mother would wash your mouth out for words like that.”
“Fuck you,” she snapped back. But even in the darkness of the cab, he could see the twinkle in her eyes. Their relationship went much farther back than the six months they had spent together in the cab of this ambulance.
Their families had been next-door neighbors for most of their childhood, although Sara was two years younger than the youngest Wilson boy. Back then, Chris thought she was an annoying little girl who followed them around the neighborhood. Now she was his boss.
Chris turned into an alley, pulled up next to the 7-Eleven and parked behind two police cruisers. A fire truck and two more police cars were in front of the building.
“Showtime!” Sara exclaimed as she unfastened her seat belt and exited the ambulance almost before it came to a complete stop. She opened the back doors, grabbed her medical kit and jogged toward the wrecked vehicle.
Chris jumped out the driver’s side, got the stretcher out of the back and hurried to catch up with her. For a short woman, she could really cover a lot of ground quickly. He saw his brother Sam standing next to a late-model Expedition that was stopped almost completely inside the store. Sara was kneeling on the ground and taking over CPR on the driver.
“What happened?” Chris asked.
Sam, who worked for the Denver Police Department, shook his head and answered with typical cop dark humor, “Probably in a hurry to pick up his beer . . . until he realized they didn’t have a drive-through.”
“Anyone hurt in there?”
“Looks like it. Fire department beat you here . . . again.”
“Yeah, well, they’re better drivers than medics. I’d better take over before they kill someone.” Chris ducked under the yellow tape that marked the boundaries of the scene and headed inside. He glanced at Sara, who was working on the driver. “Need any help?”
Before they had arrived, two firefighters had pulled the man out of his car and were administering CPR. “I’ll take this one,” she said as she ripped open a sterilized intubation packet. There were all sorts of injury-specific packages included in their kit, which made it easy to treat patients. “Check inside for patients.”
By the looks of the scene, the driver must have passed out or was in the throes of a heart attack when he pressed the accelerator instead of the brake. The big SUV had jumped the curb and plowed through a paneled plate-glass window, sending a shower of glass all over the store. He’d taken out a short brick wall and continued inside until a six-foot-tall shelf of soda and water bottles stopped his forward progress.


Kathy Clark is a New York Times
bestselling author whose novels have sold more than three million copies in
eleven languages. Her plot lines have always championed women’s empowerment,
placing strong female characters in real-life situations. Her stories will make
you laugh and cry, and her characters will live in your heart forever. She
lives with her husband and co-author, Bob Wernly.