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I'm sticking with the SEALs for now, just because I am not done writing about them. Everyone is jumping into this genre, and dozens of new SEAL writers are popping up every day, which I think is cool. Voracious military romance readers want more, and we're giving it to them. Because of the explosion in Indie publishing, "rules" of the genre are being relaxed as readers are attracted to great stories about unconventional heroes. This is one of the best things to happen to our industry. The narrow definitions of Romantic Suspense or Military Romance are being blurred, and the readers, as well as successful authors, are benefitting from this variety. It is also my personal opinion that readers are becoming broader in what they read, as a result.
A common theme of mine is how the hero or heroine finds their true, higher calling, usually enhanced by the introduction of true love. While it might seem a cliche, my theme is, "True Love Heals In The Gardens Of The Heart." Defects are softened or mended. Honor and commitment creates a hero from someone who might have originally not felt worthy of being one. My characters rise up and do the right thing in the end, and save the day. I get to master a story of my own choosing with a Happily Ever After, unlike the reality of the real world.
I'm proud of that. My SEAL heroes don't become the special men because of the fame and fortune. It is a calling for them, a calling that can sometimes claim their lives, unfortunately. They put themselves in harm's way because it's their job, like many other men and women who put on a uniform and protect the public from those who would do ill will. Their job is to allow the rest of us to have a "normal" life because they protect the perimeter.
I've dealt with issues of PTSD and alcoholism, rampant divorce, survivor guilt and drug use. Unfortunately, these issues often play an important part of our character's life, in many cases branding and scaring them. In SEAL's Promise I have a hero who came to the SEALs as a damaged youth from years of mistreatment in foster homes. He knows that he is not great relationship material, and yet, he also finds his happily ever after, and it comes at him from the back door where he least expected it.
Another new thing theme I'm writing about in SEAL's Promise is the issue of homegrown terrorists and their potential impact on our "perimeter." What do SEALs do when the war starts being played in the streets where we live, work, play and go to school?
Well of course, they save the day. What else? Hope you enjoy my excerpt from SEAL's Promise:
They continued their journey through a set of automatic doors that opened to a reception area. Unlike the hospital in San Diego, this one was completely devoid of female nurses or staff. He chuckled to himself that he was right about the smell too. Straight institutional Eau do pee/vomit/bleach, just like juvenile hall, or at least the ones he’d “visited” in Texas and Nevada.
His guide brought them down a wide corridor with rubber bumpers as wainscoting, stopping at the first door on the right with a sign on it that read, Chaplain. He unlocked the solid core door with the brass handle and inside T.J. actually felt like he was experiencing deja vu. The room was filled with gray file cabinets along one short wall, a well-worn and stained leather couch on the other. The file cabinets had large red inventory stickers, just as he’d envisioned.
“You keep files on your flock?”
Travis chuckled. “No. Those would be death records. I guess they thought no one would want to break into the chaplain’s office, and the chaplain, with a direct line to the man upstairs, wouldn’t mind housing the last written evidence that these souls ever existed.” He walked over to one cabinet with a large dent in the bottom file drawer like it had been kicked in on purpose. His hand placed on top, he gently tapped with his palm to some imaginary rhythm. “These are my flock, in a way. The ones that flew the coop.” His gold tooth gleamed in the morning sunlight filtering through the missing mini blinds like a spotlight.
He could have been the Grim Reaper himself.
Hope you'll continue the journey with me as we explore some of the other members of SEAL Team 3 in the coming months and years.
Life is one fool thing after another.
Love is two fool things after each other.