The GREAT BEGINNING of A.S. Fenichel

A great book always has a great beginning.


Here's the GREAT BEGINNING to a classic. If you recognize it and are the first to get it in the comments section, there’s a free copy of Andrea's book TRAINING RAIN . Don't forget to leave us some way to get hold of you in case you're the winner.

They’re out there.
Black boys in white suits up before me to commit sex acts in the halls and get it mopped up before I can catch them.
They’re mopping when I come out the dorm, all three of them are sulky and hating everything, the time of day, the place they’re at here, the people they got to work around. When they hate like this, better if they don’t see me.
Here's a little visual clue of the movie made. Recognize a very young Jack Nicholson?

Here's a little visual clue of the movie made. Recognize a very young Jack Nicholson?

So, while you're pondering, another little visual clue and then let's learn about the GREAT BEGINNING of A.S. Fenichel

1.     Give us your Great Beginning, where were you born and where are you now?

 

Hi Sarah, I’m so happy to be here. My great beginning was in Valley Stream, New York. That is where I flew around the living room as a yellow butterfly and jumped from the landing when I had to beam down to the planet and road into the sunset as Adam Cartwright. My sister always got to pay Little Joe. This was the house where Richie, my imaginary friend lived and died. (Oh yes, I killed him off when I was done with him) We moved to New Jersey when I was ten and that’s where I finished school and went to college.

Five years ago, my sexy husband talked me into quitting my NYC job (not very hard to do) and move to the great state of Texas. He lured me in by telling me I could write full time. ;) It worked smashingly!

 2.     One word to describe yourself from:

·      You: Tenacious

·      Your Significant Other: Unwavering

·      Your Best Friend: Loyal

·      Your Mother: Smart


3.     How did the idea for your book, Training Rain, come about?

 

Training Rain is book three of the Psychic Mates series (thought the book can stand alone). The characters appear as secondary characters in Joshua’s Mistake. I loved them and so did many of my readers it was clear they needed a book of their own. Rain, the heroine is a warm climate girl with no law enforcement background. So, being a mean author, I started her off in Yellowstone National Park, in a blizzard with someone banging on the door. After that, the story just fell into place.

 

4.     Tell us how your journey in publishing began?

 I had been writing for many years, submitting, getting rejections letters, submit-reject, submit-reject. Literally, hundreds of times. I wrote a little novella for a publisher’s call for the End of Days stories. I loved the story and I thought it was the best thing I’d ever written. It was rejected! I went to see an old friend in New Jersey, Shelley Noble. She’s a wonderful author and my kind of gal. She always tells it like she sees it. After I lamented my entire sad story to her, I said I was giving up on submitting my work. I’ll just write for myself since my best work was not good enough. Shelley looked at me and said, “That’s ridiculous, you don’t know what was going on in that editors head that particular day. Don’t be stupid (she may have used stronger language) Just send it somewhere else.

I took her advice, sent Mayan Afterglow to another publisher and I got an acceptance email a few months later.

Never give up on your dreams no matter how many times you’re knocked to the ground.

 

5.     Give us the opening lines of your RITA acceptance speech. (Don’t leave me hanging here, haven’t we all had that fantasy?)

 Oh man! Okay, it would be something like this:

I can’t believe I’m standing here in the spot where so many of the authors I admire have stood. I’m so honored to be in such fantastic company and I would not be here without the hard work of a wonderful editor. Writing this book was agony and ecstasy and today makes it worth every moment.

Or something like that.


6.     And now give us that Great Beginning to TRAINING RAIN.

The biggest mistake she’d ever made, and she’d made some big ones, had been agreeing to this stupid psychic agent training. She hated the cold and of course the first place Joshua Lakeland, the head of the Psi Alliance, had sent her was Yellowstone National Park in the dead of winter. The park was closed, she was alone in a cabin and nothing was going the way she thought.



Rain Silver had a perfectly normal life on the reservation in Nevada. She wouldn’t have said she was happy, but at least she hadn’t been terrified. The wind whipped through the trees, the roof creaked with the weight of the continually falling snow and now a new noise had her pointing a shotgun toward the front door.

So, you're still stumped on that GREAT BEGINNING to the classic. I'm going to give you another visual clue, because I'm nice like that.

And Andrea has sent along her blurb, along with an excerpt for you to read.


Having spent most of her life avoiding people and hiding her psychic gifts, Rain was shocked when the new Psi Alliance asked her to join. She didn’t count on the rigorous training or needing all of her Native American knowledge to complete the course. And if only she could ignore her attraction to her devilishly handsome instructor.

Jess shows up to train a new psychic recruit and the crazy woman shoots him in the doorway. His new student is the raven-haired beauty who’d once saved his life. Trying to keep his focus on survival training is hard enough without the added stress of a rogue government agency trying to kill them.

Escaping danger leads them directly into each other’s arms. The only question is—can they survive long enough to find comfort there?

A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

 

Excerpt:

 

The howling wind and Yas sitting up at the end of the bed brought her awake. There was no light in the bedroom, but the glow of firelight framed Jess in the doorway.

“Are you okay?” She had no idea why she asked. It was an instinct, a habit, check on everyone else before you worry about yourself.

He didn’t move. “I didn’t lie to you.”

Sleep still poked at her brain. “When? What are you talking about?”

Jess stepped closer. Yas growled. Rain sat up and patted the dog’s head. The chilly air on her nipples reminded her that she was naked under the blankets. She clutched at the covers.

“In the field today, when I said you’d make a good agent, it was the truth.” His voice hummed with intensity.

“You just don’t want to risk your life to train me. I get it. Don’t worry about it.” She wanted to feel as unaffected by the idea as she sounded, but her chest tightened with loss. It was insane, but she felt the loss of a man who didn’t care about her and he was standing in the same room.

“No.” He moved closer to the bed.

“No? No what?”

“That’s not why I’m asking for a reassignment.”

Yas jumped to the floor and lay down in the doorway.

Rain sat carefully keeping the blanket covering her. “Why then?”

She might have asked more, but Jess’s body hovered over hers. He loomed and the air between them crackled with energy. “I can’t be your teacher because all I can think about is how soft your lips look, how the curve of your hips would feel under my palm and how perfect it would be to bury my cock deep inside you.”

“Oh.” Her nipples hardened to pebbles and the sheets felt as if they were sandpaper on the sensitive tips. Moisture pooled between her legs with every word he said. The stupid one word response left a yawning gap in the awkward conversation.

His lips were barely visible in the dim room, but he was close enough to feel his warm breath just before his mouth brushed hers. “I shouldn’t be your instructor because I want you.”

She responded to the kiss, her mouth opened for him and he tugged on her bottom lip. Warmth spread throughout her body in spite of the chill in the room. She cursed the layer of heavy blankets between them. Every naughty thought she’d entertained and then brushed aside during the past few days, bounced happily around in her head once again. He wanted her. The idea alone was sensual. Jess’ weight pressed her into the mattress.

“It’s too much of a distraction to care about you in this way. My instinct is to protect you and I can’t separate the woman from the agent.”


The Author:

A.S. Fenichel gave up a successful career in New York City to follow her husband to Texas and pursue her lifelong dream of being a professional writer. She’s never looked back.

 

A.S. adores writing stories filled with love, passion, desire, magic and maybe a little mayhem tossed in for good measure. Books have always been her perfect escape and she still relishes diving into one and staying up all night to finish a good story.

Multi-published in erotic paranormal, contemporary and historical romance, A.S. is the author of the Mayan Destiny series, Christmas Bliss and many more. With several books currently contracted to multiple publishers, A.S. will be bringing you her brand of romance for many years to come.

Originally from New York, she grew up in New Jersey, and now lives in the East Texas with her real life hero, her wonderful husband. When not reading or writing she enjoys cooking, travel, history, and puttering in her garden.

 

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