Some Summertime questions -
Ice Tea or Lemonade?
Actually both! It's called an Arnold Palmer and it is 1/2 Ice Tea and 1/2 Lemonade. Yummy!
Lake or ocean?
Lake - there's nothing better than sitting out on the dock as the sun sets
Sandals or Flip flops?
I'm a flip-flop kind of girl.
Sit in the shadow of a tree or on the front/back porch?
On the porch as long as it's shaded - a fair-skinned redhead and the sun don't mix.
Ball cap or floppy hat?
Ball cap most of the time.
Author bio:
L.A. Remenicky is a forty-something wife and mother of three fur kids. She has been an avid reader as long as she can remember. She used to disappear with a book when it was time to do dishes or clear the table.
She reads all genres, but her favorites are romance and horror. She started out reading Nancy Drew and quickly graduated to adult romances. Her favorite romance is "Moonraker's Bride" by Madeline Brent.
Her favorite author is Stephen King - She loves how he can weave a story and characters together.
She only started writing recently after thinking about it for years, signing up for NANOWRIMO in 2012 and winning.
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Then the killer found them.
Detective Jackson “Jax” McKenna walks into a psychologist’s office and finds that the doctor bears a striking resemblance to his first love, Lainie, who disappeared ten years ago after their disastrous first date ended in violence.
Dr. Elizabeth Parker is really Elaine Wilson, Jax’s
Lainie. She’s been in hiding since the
night that changed both their lives. Jax
discovers the truth when the killer lets Lainie know he’s found her. When Jax and Lainie go on the run to keep
Lainie safe, old feelings resurface as the killer threatens their lives. Can Jax save Lainie and help her stay
Invisible?
“Dr. Parker? Your four o’clock appointment is here.”
Sheila’s announcement made me jump and when I looked at the clock, I realized
how much time had passed while I was deep in thought. This was the last
appointment of the week, and I was ready for a couple of days off to unwind.
I shuffled the papers on my desk and found the new patient
file I’d been reading when Sheila called. The file included official documents
from police department internal affairs for a psychological evaluation. I’ve
seen several of these orders over the years. It’s protocol whenever an active
officer is wounded in the line of duty and is required before they’re allowed
to return to work. I reached for the folder and pressed the intercom button.
“Sheila, please send him in as soon as he’s filled out the insurance paperwork.
Thank you.”
Sheila knew to give me a few extra minutes to allow time to
limp to the conversation area to set the stage and sit in my customary spot. I
preferred not to begin sessions with the inevitable questions about my own
disability. The people who came to see me were in need of my expertise and
compassion. It was all about their healing, not mine.
The name on the file folder, J. McKenna, gave me a chill. He
was wounded in the line of duty, shot by a bank robbery suspect. Seeing the
name reminded me of where I came from and why I was in hiding. I pushed the
memories down. I’m not that person anymore. That person doesn’t exist. It
wasn’t necessary to touch the locket underneath my sweater as a reminder, but
it had become a nervous habit. The locket was the only thing I kept from that
life.
The door opened, and Sheila showed my patient in and as my
eyes met his, my heart stopped for what seemed like hours. After reading the
file, I was afraid of this. How many Jackson McKennas could there be? The hair
is shorter, and the face is older, but it’s him, I would know those eyes
anywhere. Jackson McKenna. He was my first love and indirectly the reason I
have to use a cane to walk farther than across the room.
I cleared my throat and stood, reaching out to shake his
hand as I would with any new patient, hoping he didn’t recognize me.
“I’m Dr. Parker. Please make yourself comfortable, Officer
McKenna, and we can get started.”
When I realized his right arm was in a sling, I dropped mine
back to my side. I picked up my notepad and pen, hoping he didn’t see the way
my hands were shaking.
“It’s actually Detective, not Officer.”
He sat on the couch across from me and looked at me with
those hazel eyes that have haunted my dreams for ten years, and then he shook
his head.
“You remind me of someone I used to know a long time ago.”
Thanks for stopping by L.A., hope you have an awesome summer,
Tina
Tina
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