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- What book did you enjoy writing the most and why?
It’s impossible to pick a favorite. Usually it’s the book I’ve just finished. J I love writing action adventure. I love the running, chasing, wild monkey sex of it all, and I love having to work really, really hard to find a place where they are not running-chasing, so they have time and a place for all that wild monkey sex. lol
- T-FLAC is such a cool group of characters and stories. How did the T-FLAC series come about?
I came up with the idea for T-FLAC on a verrrrry long flight home from a wonderful trip in Italy. I’d written 17 books- none of which sold, although I had a lot of bites, and had no intention of writing on the plane. But things conspired against me.
First, I ran out of books several days before the flight. Only a fellow book-a-holic knows the panicky, freaked out feeling of being bookless – for an hour, let alone a dozen! I ended up buying a thick book at the airport by an author I loved, for $80.00! Of course I’d already read it, but I tried to make it last once buckled into my seat.
In those days everyone still smoked on planes. I smoked, too, so I didn’t give it much thought. But OMG I was on a plane full of Europeans – and they LOVED to smoke, and talk, and gather in large, boisterous groups right near my seat! I finished the book in an hour, and was faced with eleven, long, boring, noisy, smoke-filled hours to go, without a lethal weapon or even a parachute… lol!
In desperation, I started writing longhand in my notebook. Since I was feeling quite homicidal at that time, and since my subjects were within arm’s reach, I decided to kill them all on paper (less possibility of going to jail that way). And since I didn’t want to write about a serial killer, I had to come up with a way to kill a lot of people legally… lol!
So I started with who the Bad Guys would be (eyes left – all those freaking men standing in a large group, the entire freaking flight, chain smoking, drinking, talking and getting on my last nerve). Check.
I loved Italy. LOVED IT! So of course my story had to take place there. At that time, publishers weren’t buying books set outside the USA. (Can you see a pattern here?) But I didn’t care. This book was being written as a means of preventing my incarceration- either prison or a mental institution. (Killing the smokers + nothing to read = Murder/Insanity!)
And T-FLAC was born. J (And I gave up smoking cold turkey… lol!)I typed the book when I got home (my handwriting is almost completely illegible) and sent it in. The editor bought in within two weeks. WooHoo. That wrenched flight was so worth it J
- What’s the last book you read?
Susan Elizabeth Phillips First Star I see tonight. I don’t read as much as I used to. But reading is one of my favorite things to do. If I love a book, I read it twice. Once as a reader, and then again as a writer to see just how that author touched me. I adore Anne Stuart, Linda Howard, Nora Roberts, Elizabeth Lowell. . .
- What’s one random fact about yourself that you can share?
Oh, I’m all about random. Lol And I’m pretty much an open book. I have a crazy passion for new writers, and mentor many of them, and encourage (kick the butts!) of hundreds of others. I adore playing with readers on Facebook, and have fun giving stuff away at random. My accountant hates it, but I have such a blast, his wrath is worth it. lol
by Cherry Adair
GENRE: Action Adventure
In a situation this volatile, something is bound to blow!
Three. . .
T-FLAC operative Asher Daklin is running out of time in his race to end the production and sale of the word’s most deadly explosive before a cataclysmic terrorist event occurs. This op isn’t just his last chance at redemption, it’s deeply personal. Because of him, E-1x took his brother’s life and nearly incapacitated him. Now, with the timer counting down the remaining hours, he has to go deep under cover at the home of the mastermind producing the deadly explosive and stop him. Daklin can’t allow anything, or anyone, to distract him from his mission.
Lingerie designer River Sullivan is on a mission of her own—to find her genius brother. When millions of dollars are inexplicably wired to her account she knows he’s trouble. Traveling to the small mining town of Los Santos, situated in the mountainous jungles of Cosio, she accepts the hospitality of her brother’s employer and searches for clues as to Oliver whereabouts. If only she wasn’t overcome with inappropriate lust for one of the other houseguests- a gorgeous bishop with a warriors body and laser-sharp eyes that hint at deep, dark secrets.
River and Daklin find themselves in a race against time, hampered by staggering odds and overwhelming desire. Daklin has one final, desperate chance to prove himself, keep River safe, and save the day….
If Asher Daklin wasn’t on a time-sensitive op, if his career wasn’t already FUBAR, seeing the long, shapely legs of a beautiful blonde emerging from a red sports car would’ve intrigued him. But seeing said blonde and the Mustang convertible—circa 1990—in a tiny village in Cosio, in the middle of goddamned nowhere, put him on high alert. He’d seen the woman three hundred miles away, and nine hours earlier, refusing assistance with her luggage at the Santa de Pores airport.
She’d followed him over the mountain.
It was a six-hour trip. Where’d she been for the other three?
Undercover, and in character from the moment he’d landed in Cosio, Daklin’s disguise was that of a bishop, there to “authenticate” an “apparition” for deeply religious, and even more unscrupulous radical Francisco Xavier. The “apparition” was one of T-FLAC’s making. It should be interesting to see the FX in person later tonight.
In the meantime, Daklin was trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey in layered liturgical vestments of cassock, white rochet, and over that the black Chimere. Even at dusk, the temperature in the valley hovered in the mid-nineties; humidity, eighty percent. Sweat ran down the small of his back, making the layers of fabric stick to him like a shroud.
Bringing his parish priest with him, Francisco Xavier himself had personally come to collect Bishop Daklin from the airport earlier that morning in an air-conditioned four-wheel drive replete with snacks and bottles of iced water. He’d done the twelve hour round trip just so he could talk to Bishop Daklin about his apparition in private. Nothing in this small, poor village of Los Santos was private. All of Franco’s vehicles, his home and his private chapel, had been bugged since the other five T-FLAC operatives had arrived a week earlier.
The only reason T-FLAC had given Daklin this one last chance was because he was the resident authority on E-1x. If not for that, his out of control drinking after Josh’s death would’ve gotten his ass fired.
He couldn’t afford to be distracted. He’d figured he could lay off the booze for the three days necessary to do this job. Only he hadn’t anticipated this new temptation.
New York Times/USAToday Bestselling author Cherry Adair’s innovative action-adventure novels have appeared on numerous bestsellers lists, won dozens of awards and garnered praise from reviewers and fans alike. With the creation of her kick butt counterterrorist group, T-FLAC, years before action adventure romances were popular, Cherry has carved a niche for herself with her sexy, sassy, fast-paced, action adventure novels. She hates first drafts, has a passion for mentoring unpublished writers, and is hard at work on a new T-FLAC trilogy. Cherry loves to hear from readers, visit her on Facebook, Twitter, or www.cherryadair.com