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The Rush of Swimming

Don’t forget to enter the Goodreads giveaway HERE to win a signed copy of Streamline. Also, come back for the Launch Party on 3-27 to win prizes!

Today’s excerpt offers a glimpse into the underwater world of Leo Scott:

           The water rushed past his ears, obliterating all other noise. 
Sensory deprivation was one of swimming’s most appealing qualities for Leo. The worries of the day, the shouted voices around him, the disappointment of authority figures—all were far away once he submerged in the water and focused on swimming as fast as possible. He did a lot of thinking during practice, sometimes solving problems and sometimes making plans.
They were doing a set of ten one hundreds, each on a faster interval, which made for a challenging aerobic workout. Eric led the fastest lane, and Leo went second. 
He pushed off for his seventh one hundred, his legs burning from exertion. Long and smooth, he told himself, taking the first length out relaxed. As he approached the wall, he whipped his body over in a swift flip turn and exploded off in a tight streamline. For the next three lengths, Leo focused on keeping a long stroke with a lively tempo and closed fast on Eric’s feet. Both swimmers breathed hard at the wall and squinted at the pace clock. 
Leo only had little rest before he set off to repeat the process three more times. 
Before number ten, Matt barked at him: “Make this one your best, Leo!” 
Leo gritted his teeth as he pushed off for the last repeat. Lifting his head at the finish, he heard Matt holler “Fifty-two!” Leo grinned as he panted. 
“Great set, guys.” Matt nodded. “Fifty easy cool down.”

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I’m picturing Leo to look like a younger version of USA Olympic swimmer Ryan Lochte. (HOT!)

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Skinny Dipping

Check out the video trailer for Streamline!

Have you ever gone skinny dipping? It’s sooo fun–the feeling of naughty, weightless freedom. Skinny dipping has a special place in my YA novel Streamline, which will launch in just one week on 3/27/12.

Today’s excerpt is 17 year-old Leo remembering when he first felt a spark of romance for his swimming teammate Audrey.

Two years ago, when Leo was a sophomore, he’d finally grown taller and more muscular. His friends told him he’d drawn the attention of several girls, yet he was oblivious to their stares. Consumed by school, swimming, and trying to please his father, he hadn’t even considered dating. 
It had been a hot September evening, and the swim team had just finished a grueling round of running the stadium stairs. Leo then added an additional half-hour of stair climbing for himself, knowing his father would expect that extra effort. As he emerged from the showers and toweled off in the empty locker room, he heard giggles in the pool.
Once dressed, Leo went to investigate the sound. The pool gates were locked, but all the swimmers knew the security code for those occasional mornings when Matt overslept. Leo heard giggles again. He just had to find out what was so fun in there.
Quietly keying the code, Leo entered and stayed in the shadows of the pool deck as dusk encroached. Smack in the middle of the pool were Audrey Rose and Elaine Ferris, two sophomores on the girls team. They snorted with laughter as they attempted some synchronized swimming moves. Audrey’s graceful arm flared over her head as she kept her body afloat with furious kicking. 
Elaine applauded. “Brah-vo,” she mocked.
When Audrey floated on her back and extended her lean leg in the air, Leo had gasped. Audrey was naked! Skinny dipping! He caught a glimpse of two perfect breasts: perky, curvy mounds he just had to caress. He suddenly saw the daughter of his father’s subordinate in a whole new light.
Elaine started. “Who’s there?”
Not wanting to be a creepy stalker, Leo had immediately stepped out of the shadows, his eyes alight with mischief. “I’m just enjoying the show, ladies.”
Audrey’s mouth dropped open. “Leo Scott!” She turned to Elaine and they whispered. “Turn around, Leo!” Audrey ordered. 
He gave a little mock salute and performed a sharp about face. He heard vigorous splashing as Audrey and Elaine swam to the other side of the pool, then a rush of water as they pulled themselves out. 
“Don’t peek!” Audrey shouted. 
Leo put his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels and reveling in every second of her embarrassment. 
When he heard the patter of feet toward the women’s locker room, Leo turned around. “Audrey?” 
She halted, nervously tightening her towel around her chest. “What?”
Leo came as close as he dared, lest Audrey dart away like a gazelle from a hunter.  He flashed a warm smile and watched her face flush. “I judged your routine, and I give you a nine.”
It took her only a second to recover. “Only a nine?” she pouted. “What would I have to do to get a ten?”
“You need to get higher out of the water.” Leo cleared his throat. “You know, so the judge can get a better view of your, ah, your, your beautiful smile.”
“Is that right?” Audrey scanned the deck for Elaine, who’d walked over to the other side of the pool and now seemed busy organizing the kickboards and pull buoys. “Maybe you could show me sometime?”
Leo laughed. “I’d like that.” They stared awkwardly for a moment, and Audrey shivered in the humid breeze. Fearing she was about to leave, Leo blurted, “Well, I gave you my number. How about you give me yours?”
Audrey narrowed her eyes and smiled. “The only way you get my number is if you change yours to a ten.”
“Done.” Leo nodded decisively. “You were absolutely perfect.”
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Leo’s in Trouble

Happy Monday! I had the pleasure of reading Madison’s lovely review for With Good Behavior on the Guilty Pleasures blog, which made Sunday great. The weekends still fly by far too quickly, though.

Today’s Streamline excerpt features Leo’s mother and brother. Jason, Leo’s absent older brother, had been living in Seattle but recently returned home to Florida. 

Jason was silent for a few moments. “How’s Leo doing?”
“Fine,” Mary responded immediately. Then she frowned and shook her head. “No, he’s not fine. Something’s wrong, Jase. His swimming times are horrible, he’s not doing well in school, and I feel like he’s a stranger to me.” 
Jason nodded grimly, not looking the least bit surprised.
“But enough about us. What’ve you been doing the past four years?”
Jason hesitated. 
With an uncomfortable silence between them, Mary sighed. Why did the Scott men refuse to let her in? She hated chasing them.
 “Mom, I want to tell you all about me. I do,” Jason finally said. “But first we need to talk about Leo. He’s in trouble.”

Uh-oh! Jason’s onto his little bro like chlorine on skin.

See you tomorrow for another excerpt, when we flash back to how Leo and Audrey met.

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Leo Misbehaves

Today’s excerpt from Streamline is a flashback for our hero Leo Scott. Nobody’s going to get away with talking trash about his girlfriend Audrey.

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Leo had felt on top of the world that first week of school. He was finally a senior and had less than one year left under his father’s control. His father had insisted he apply to the Academy, but Leo had fought for permission to apply to other universities as well. His relationship with Audrey was going swimmingly, and he brimmed with excitement over the opportunity to win state in both the 50 and 100 free.
One small drawback was the year’s locker assignments. Leo pulled books out and tried to ignore Billy Ryan, who had the locker next to his. A defensive back on the football team, Billy’s sole communication with Leo up to that point had been grunts and menacing stares, but today he was suddenly chatty. 
“So, Scott, what are you? Mulatto or something?”
Leo’s face had burned but he remained silent, stuffing books in his backpack.  
“What’s a sweet thing like Audrey Rose see in you?”
Leo fought for control. “Don’t talk about her.”
“I hear you two have an open relationship. Might have to hit that sometime.”
Leo had tackled Billy with Muhammad Ali speed and unleashed furious punches. Blood streamed out of Billy’s nose by the time Assistant Principal Morrison had grabbed Leo and hauled him to his feet.

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Uh oh. Papa Scott isn’t going to be happy about his son getting in trouble for fighting in school.

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Carbo Loading

Today’s Streamline excerpt explores swimmers’ copious carbohydrates consumption the night before a competition. One of the sport’s many strange traditions that I explore in this novel!
Five days after Audrey’s return from Chicago, it was carbo-loading time: the night before the North Florida Invitational. 
Leo, Audrey, Elaine, and Alex munched salad while awaiting their pasta, the main event, at The Olive Garden. The ravenous swimmers ignored their waitress’ disapproving looks each time she brought a new basket of breadsticks. They were currently on their fourth.
Leo watched Alex brush breadcrumbs off his chest and laughed at his T-shirt: I wish my lawn was emo so it could cut itself.
“So Mr. Cranky…” Elaine fixed a stare on Leo. “What puts you in such a good mood tonight?”
Leo grinned. “Cold-hearted Sadist left town for a week, and life is good.”
Audrey tilted her head. “I thought you called your dad Cruel SOB?”
“Those terms are interchangeable.” Leo winked. “It’s all CS.”
 “When you said CS I always thought you meant Commander Scott,” said Alex, suddenly piecing it together. “But I like these much better.” He grinned. “I’ll personally really miss Cocky Sucker’s menacing stares at tomorrow’s meet. Who can I thank for making him leave?”
“His CO ordered him to go to California or something. Who really cares?” Leo raised his ice water. “I’d like to propose a toast to the seniors.” 
They giggled and raised their glasses. When Leo noticed Audrey’s stare, and he tried to stop the trembling in his hand. Time for another pill.
“Here’s to our wives and girlfriends,” Leo said with a laugh. “May they never meet!”
Snickers enveloped the table. 
“Seriously, though, going into our last invite, I want to thank you guys for always being there. Four long years—I couldn’t have made it without you. Friendship is the best kind of ship.”
~*~
It’s Thursday, so guess what? Time for the Author Blog Bounce, baby!
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Inspiration for Streamline

With the Launch Party for Streamline less than two weeks away (3/27/12), I’ve been answering interview questions about what inspired me to write this swimming story. It struck me this morning that one underlying inspiration is WATER.

I feel very connected to the water. My sign is Aquarius, the water bearer. I’ve been swimming competitively for 33 years. Water is supportive and silent.

Here the hero of Streamline, Leo Scott, attempts to explain the beauty of water to his psychologist:

She chuckled. “So, back to you, sounds like you‘re on the swim team here. What do you like about swimming?

Fastening a band-aid to his toe, Leo pictured the high school pool. “So much. It‘s an individual sport. It‘s all on me—the victories, the defeats. I love how hard it is… Not everyone‘s willing to wake up before zero-five-hundred, and only the strongest can make it. It‘s also cool how soothing and refreshing the water is. It‘s like another world where you can‘t hear a thing; you‘re just alone in your thoughts. And to swim fast, you can‘t fight the water. You have to flow with it, feel it, surrender to it.”

This morning I came across a song by Florence + The Machine—“What the Water Gave Me.” I was intrigued by these lyrics:

Time it took us 
To where the water was 
That’s what the water gave me 
And time goes quicker 
Between the two of us 
Oh, my love, don’t forsake me 
Take what the water gave me
And oh poor Atlas 
The world’s a beast of a burden 
You’ve been holding on a long time 
And all this longing 
And the shields are left to rust 
That’s what the water gave us
So lay me down 
Let the only sound 
Be the overflow

Lead singer Florence had this to say about the lyrics:
 
“When I was writing this song I was thinking a lot about those people who have lost their lives in vain attempts to save their loved ones from drowning.”

These words really fit the story of Streamline.

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Excerpt from Streamline

The release of the Young Adult romantic suspense novel Streamline is just two weeks away! I’ll be posting an excerpt every day leading up to the release. 
 
Today’s excerpt comes from Chapter 4, “Anchor”
 
          Audrey sat in her car, attempting to psych up enough to enter the cement building fronted by a row of bushes and barbed-wire fence. Visiting hours would be over soon, but she felt glued to the vinyl seat.
An old CD—a remnant from Audrey’s childhood—played on her car stereo. “Gracie” was a sweet song from a father to his daughter, and Audrey’s father had often substituted her name, singing “Audrey girl” instead of “Gracie girl.” The rolling piano and singer’s earnest voice made Audrey pause every time.
She finally kicked open the car door and scurried to the entrance before she could turn back. She tucked a strand of damp auburn hair behind her ear as she passed by the building’s stark sign: Naval Air Station Pensacola, Military Prison.
Drumming her fingers on the counter, Audrey stared at the empty chair behind the Plexiglas window. Three months. Her father had only been a prisoner for three months, yet so much had changed. And this was only the beginning of his sentence.
Another MP escorted former Lt. Commander Dennis Rose into the visiting room. Audrey smiled wanly, taking in her father’s navy prison jumpsuit. He looked tired and hopeless. They’d shaved his brown hair—probably some regulation in the brig—which made him seem younger and more vulnerable. He appeared to have shrunk since the court martial.
Awkwardly picking up the phone with handcuffed wrists, her father waited until Audrey followed suit across the glass. “You look beautiful, honey.”
“How, um, how’s it’s going, Dad?”
“It’s fine.”
She blinked nervously. He didn’t sound fine. “Any word on the transfer?”
“Leavenworth’s still over capacity.” He gave her a tight smile.
~*~
Poor Audrey’s father is serving a life sentence for murder. Does anyone know which band sings “Gracie?” It’s the sweetest song.
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Streamline Excerpt

Leading up to the Streamline Launch Party on Tuesday, March 27th, I’ll be posting one excerpt a day.

Today’s excerpt comes from the first chapter, which occurs in the swimming pool—one of my favorite places! And I just came from the pool, where I watched the Grand Prix swim meet held by USA Swimming in Columbus, Ohio. I had the pleasure of witnessing Michael Phelps swim the fastest time in the world this year in the 200 Butterfly.

Can you believe his physique? There were some incredible bodies littering the pool deck. I noticed many of the women have tiny breasts (like the heroine of Streamline, Audrey Rose). No wonder my substantial girls and I never achieved the Olympic level of competition when I swam in college!

The hero of Streamline, Leo Scott, is about 10 years younger than Michael Phelps and nowhere near as accomplished. But he has big dreams nonetheless. And quite a few obstacles on the way to reaching those dreams.

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“You can do it, Leo,” Audrey whispered from the next lane.
He turned to her and nodded as he adjusted his goggles and set himself ready on the wall. Leo felt confidence envelop him, and his focus narrowed to the now-calm water ahead. His teammates huddled near the lane lines to give him a clear path.
He was the best swimmer on the team, a senior captain. This was his team, and he wouldn’t let them down.
Clicking his stopwatch, Matt called, “Ready, hup!”
Leo pushed off, elbows squeezing ears in a tight streamline. His legs burst into whitewater behind him, propelling him like a motorboat. His fingers extended at the top of the stroke, and his high elbows sculled the water beneath his body. Nothing extraneous, no wasted energy. Everything with purpose. The 100 freestyle was his specialty.
He swam down the length of the fifty-meter pool and quickly flip-turned to begin making his way back. He could hear the faint cheers of his teammates build as he approached. Fighting fatigue, he drove to the wall.
When he lifted his head above the water, all he could hear were his sharp rasps for air. His teammates were silent as they waited to hear whether their tortuous practice was complete. 
~*~
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Streamline Trailer

Thanks to Kayla from Omnific Publishing for developing this video trailer! It makes me want to visit Florida right this instant.

Starting next week I’ll be posting excerpts from Streamline, leading up to its release on 3-27-12. I’m buzzing with anticipation for the launch party due to the awesome bloggers participating—check out the list HERE.

And now please join the Omnific Author Blog Bounce.

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Kickoff Party: The Guardian’s Wildchild by Feather Stone

Any title with the word “wildchild” in it sounds like my kind of book, and from my interactions with author Feather Stone I think she might have a bit of wildchild within her too! Today kicks off her blog tour.

Sidney Davenport is known as Wildchild to her Guardian mentor, Greystone. She rebels against rules. Wildchild is gifted in the paranormal, but carefully conceals her powers from the world. Even in the crises that threaten her life, she refuses to use her powers of telepathy, telekinesis, space/time travel. If her enemies discovered the truth of who she is, her Guardian people would be destroyed. She calls upon her spirit guides, Seamus and Celeste, to guide her through a mine field of the insane – Madame and Captain Butchart.

Sidney leaves her home on Hawk’s Island to help the underground stop two people who are about to cause worldwide madness. Unskilled in espionage, she is arrested and sentenced to death. But, God help Sidney, she can’t deny her attraction to the man who has orders to perform her execution – the tall, dark eyed Captain Waterhouse. He’s meticulous, disciplined and lives by the strict rules expected of an officer of the American navy.

Captain Waterhouse is about to scrap his higher morals to bust out of his hell. When a female prisoner is delivered to his ship, he has no idea she is capable of turning his disciplined life into a storm of unimaginable experiences. His prisoner’s enemies, he discovers, are also the ones who hold his life in the palm of their hands.

Through stunning imagery, an intricate and adventurous plot, and a strong cast of characters, Feather Stone gives readers a fast paced story woven with murder and magic.

And now it’s time to welcome the creator of Wildchild, Author Feather Stone!

Jennifer Lane (JL): Welcome to the blog, Feather, and congratulations on The Guardian’s Wildchild! I’m just getting into this novel and I’m very intrigued–it’s a smattering of science fiction, spiritual exploration, military thriller, and romance. I read somewhere you thought “Paranormal Romance” wasn’t a perfect fit. How would you describe its genre?

Feather Stone (FS): Genre? Perhaps “Beef Stew” might be the best answer. It’s all kinds of stuff in one meaty and tasty dish. And who doesn’t like a good beef stew, except a vegetarian. But, of course, you’re looking for a conventional genre to slot The Guardian’s Wildchild into. I was surprised to discover that the word “paranormal” is currently synonymous with vampires and evil witches. In my world, vampires are in the genre of horror and “don’t read at bedtime” books.

Mysticism is one word that comes to mind but that is closely related to religious connotations, which I avoided in the story. The story introduces the Guardians who are highly evolved human beings and have god-like powers, but seldom interfere with the plight of the human race. The story takes off from there and becomes a murder mystery. Enter Sidney Davenport, a rebellious Guardian known as Wildchild. It’s only fitting that she is thrust into the world of Captain Waterhouse, a man devoted to the rule book and about to fall into the dark world of his enemies. Immediately, Sidney feels a connection with him. Both resist the murmurings of passion. I can only guess at what point the reader is thinking, “Kiss her, you idiot!”

JL: How did you decide to write a novel taking place in the future?

FS: It wasn’t my decision. None of the storyline was my choice. I didn’t even sit down to write a book. I experienced time/space travel spontaneously one evening ten years ago. I was with an officer at the railing of his ship. He was deeply troubled. He was real. And he followed me, telepathically, for the next several days. I would ask him the why’s and how’s. I decided to write about it hoping that the energy would dissipate. Instead the energy grabbed hold of me and I became a slave to describing scenes and dialogue.

Now, don’t be alarmed. I wasn’t a mindless doll at the keyboard. But the visions and feelings were crystal clear in my mind. The dialogue rolled on. Anytime I questioned the flow of the story and told the story my way, the visions would stop. Frustrated, I obediently went back to point where my ego intervened and hit the delete key. The visions resumed.

It was an incredible experience. I was never alarmed or felt threatened. Instead, the hours of bringing the Captain’s story to life was invigorating. It went on for five years, followed by another three years of editing and developing the characters’ full personality, gifts and demons.

JL: To what extent do you believe we have guardians watching over us?

FS: One hundred percent, Jennifer. It is difficult, probably impossible for some, to believe that each of us has guardians that are at our beck and call. They watch us with love that has no limits or conditions. In my youth, I experienced the paranormal – the Light. I met my spirit guide when I was very young. That was a day that lives on as a sacred event and has given me strength to go on during times when I would have gladly hit my “Delete” life button.

One of my most profound experiences with the “guardians” occurred when I was nineteen years old. I went swimming with some friends. Not a strong swimmer, I quickly found myself in deep trouble. I was too exhausted to swim back to shore or to the raft where my friends were. After trashing in terror, I gave up and sank to the bottom of the lake. As darkness overtook my vision I heard, “If you stand, you can breathe.” I obediently responded to the familiar voice. My nose was just above the level of the water.

Yes, everyone has a guardian or spirit guide or whatever you wish to call the beings of Light. It doesn’t matter what religion you practice or don’t practice, your morals, your beauty or brains, wealth or poverty. There is a guide who is waiting for you when you are released from the physical world and who walks alongside your every step while you are here.

But don’t take my word as gospel. Each of us must find our own way, our own truth in our own time. If anyone wishes to seek out their guide, it is easy if one adopts an open mind. The truth lies within you. In quiet meditation, follow your inner compass.

JL: You posted a lovely painting of your horse on Facebook–it appears you are quite creative! Tell us about your creative endeavors.

FS: Everyone has creative talents. I believe it’s in our physical DNA, a gift from our connection with spirit. We are always creating, even when we are unaware of it. We are creating our future with our thoughts. Our thoughts manifest in the physical world. My favorite saying is, “Change your thinking, change your life.”

My ability to do crafts and paint is largely due to my difficulty in speaking. In order to find a way to express myself, I turned to other ways that reflect my feelings. None of the things I do have come easy. I’ve had to take courses and practice. I’ve been fortunate in that my instructors have been gifted in seeing my potential.

JL: What’s one thing that’s surprised you about the publishing process?

FS: All of it was surprising as this was my first experience with publishing. However, the best surprise was the community of authors at Omnific Publishing. The camaraderie has been a delight. The support and humor from all the Omnific authors has given me the courage go beyond my comfort level in marketing my book to the rest of the world.

JL: I love your author name. How did you choose Feather Stone?

FS: I smile at remembering how this came about. When Omnific Publishing inquired about the author name for the book, I was skeptical about my ability to market The Guardian’s Wildchild. The vision of it plummeting like a stone was clear. And yet I had the belief the book was special, well written, and could fly. Then it hit me. The name of the author should be Feather Stone.

JL: Thanks for stopping by, and good luck with the blog tour!

FS: The Kick-Off Party is going to be a grand affair! I can hardly wait to meet all the cruisers. You know my party has a nautical theme as the setting for The Guardian’s Wildchild was on the Pacific Ocean. So many prizes. The best part for me will be to meet and chat with all the cruisers.

Thank you, Jennifer, for everything. You’ve been an inspiration.

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Check out Feather’s BLOG to enter the grand prize giveaway!