Everything Emma Thompson owns fits in a suitcase she moves from one roach infested motel to another. She and Jake, her five year old son who can see the future, are running from the men intent on taking him. Emma will do anything to protect him even when it means accepting the help of a stranger named Will. Jake insists she needs Will, but Emma’s never needed help before. And even though she’s learned to trust her son, it doesn’t mean she trusts Will.
Mercenary Will Davenport lives in the moment. Hauling Emma to South Dakota should have been an easy job, but his employer neglected to tell him about Emma’s freaky son and the gunmen hot on her trail. Instinct tells him this job is trouble, but nothing can prepare him for Jake’s proclamation that Will is The Chosen One, who must protect Emma from the men hunting her power. A power she doesn't know she has.
Will protects Emma and Jake on a cross-country chase from the men pursuing them, while struggling with memories from his past, his apprehension of Jake, and his growing attraction to Emma. Will’s overwhelming urge to protect Emma surprises him, especially since it has nothing to do with his paycheck and possibly everything to do with the tattoo Jake branded on his arm. Rich and powerful men are desperate to capture Emma, and Will must discover why before it's too late.
The Importance of Headphones
When you see me writing, 99% of the time you’ll see me with ear buds firmly in place. I live in a household of five children, and currently, my office is my dining room—which has no doors. I have threatened my children that when I am rich and famous and my characters adorn the sides of Burger King cups, I will put doors up. Doors with locks. But for now, I am forced to settle for headphones.
Writing with headphones is self-preservation. I have deadlines and my children don’t sit quietly in chairs, playing chess and adjusting their ascots while they say in clear, crisp tones, “Checkmate, Wilford.” Yeah, not even close. Especially in the winter my household bears more than a passing resemblance to Lord of the Flies with my children running through the house chasing the dogs. If I have my magical headphones firmly wedged in my ear canals, I will sit at my computer, oblivious to the chaos.
My children often accuse me of ignoring them.
Me: *tap tap tap on the computer keys*
Child: Mom, Ryan just lassoed the dog and strung her up on a barbeque spike. And Emma has poured laundry detergent all over the bathroom floor.
Me: *looks up and sees child’s mouth moving, looks down and types more* Uh, huh.
Child: MOM! Did you hear what I just said?
Me: *pulls out one ear bud* Huh? Did you say something?
Ignore them? Honestly, I have no idea what those kids are talking about.
I wrote a good portion of Chosen with my butt in a chair in my living room, typing on my laptop while my preschoolers buried me in pillows and blankets. And occasionally dogs. But mostly pillows. It was a win/win situation. They could build forts with Mommy as the foundation, and I could zone out and live in the world that I created on my computer screen. And once I set myself in Emma and Will’s world, I often found myself thoroughly encompassed.
Their world was so foreign to me when I first started— Emma was living in the dregs of society, staying in seedy motels and moving constantly to keep her son safe, while Will was a mercenary with a reputation of being ruthless. You couldn’t get more outside my white bread, vanilla world. But once I put those buds in my ear and turned on iTunes, I was transported. Hopefully, that comes through in the story. Many of my readers have told me that they see the story in their head when they read, but it couldn’t have happened I hadn’t transported myself there in the first place.
All through my magical headphones.
You can find out more about Denise and her other books at www.denisegroverswank.com and you can connect with her on Twitter.
A big THANKS the wonderful author, I am giving away an eBook copy of Chosen.
The winner is Kristina Heacker...Kristina please contact me within 72 hours or another winner will be chosen.