Wednesday, January 15, 2014

# Guest Blog # Post

Interview with Shaunna Wolf

From time to time I showcase other authors and books on my blog. Today I’m pleased to be interviewing guest Shaunna Wolf, author of Life Flight. She’s also sharing a bit about the book AND a giveaway: a chance to win a $50 Amazon or Barnes and Noble gift card. (See Rafflecopter box below.) Here we go!

J: Ever broken any bones?

S: Collar bone, arm bone, ankle bone, several toes, a few fingers, and a neck bone.  Some going off of a horse, others in a car wreck, and the toes and fingers because I am ambidextrous and just don’t know what one hand is doing when using the other.

J: Any weird things you do when you’re alone?

S: I do weird things when I’m not alone, so there isn’t much difference to being alone or with other people.  I am pretty quiet when I’m alone, no audience no clown. 

J: What is your favorite quote and why?

S: It doesn’t take many words to speak the truth.  Chief Joseph  This always makes me think of how much I dislike lies.  Ever notice how few words it takes to tell the truth, but how many someone cloaks lies in, they explain and offer up alibies.  Just tell the truth, it’s the best course of action.

J: What is your favorite ice cream flavor?

S: Turtle, the kind with the little chocolate turtles filled with caramel in it.  I like to eat the little turtles first.  It’s my favorite run to 7-Eleven in the middle of the night snack.

J: Which mythological creature are you most like?

S: This is a hard one, a lot of them come to mind, but I can’t think of any that I am really like.  A dragon maybe, I’ll ignore a lot of things but mess with me in just the right way and I’ll be breathing fire in no time flat.  


Life Flight
by Shaunna Wolf
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Malachi Blackfeather has spent twenty years in the Army. Two of those years as a Vietnam POW. Now that he's out, all he wants is some peace and quiet to figure out what to do with the rest of his life. Between the flashbacks, and an over interest in sex that is now being called sex addiction, finding his path isn't easy.

Kat is trying to escape an abusive marriage. Her soon to be ex is a master at manipulating the system, and her family thinks she should stay with him, "because no other man will want her". She's looking for escape in any form she can get it.

When they meet, sparks fly. Trapped by a blizzard, can two damaged people, who think there is no chance of love in the world for them, find each other, and survive an unforeseen circumstance that puts both of them in danger?

Mystery, romance, and danger, fill this novel, with a story that will draw you in and not let go.


We stared at each other until Johnny cleared his throat.  The back of her hand went down the side of my face.  She put the back of her hand to her face.  Frowned, and then moved back to her place on the floor.  What had that meant?

The trooper cracked a beer.  Began telling us about a nudist house party he’d broken up.  Kat laughed, stroked his ego with her voice.  But her gaze kept coming back to me, I’d look back and she’d shift her attention away, then I’d catch her again.  Did she want me out of the room?  Did her soul’s demon want this new prospect?  Did she even see it as a demon?  As something that had taken the place of real feelings and human emotions--to the point they had to be borrowed and stolen from others?

My third beer and the room felt like the outdoors.  Wind whistled over the glass.  I pulled the other blankets out of the closet.  Zipped my coat.  Johnny zipped his and pulled gloves on.  Stood up.  At least not drunk.

“Going to my car,” he told us, “Y’all welcome to come sit in the warmth.”

“Mine's got a full tank as well.  Gets too bad, we can sit in it.”  I grasped his hand, glad I’d gone back for this man. “Thanks.”

“Smoke, before we’re in for the night?”

I stepped outside with him.  The air felt as if it would shatter.  Amazingly, the lights were on over in the restaurant.  The sound of a diesel engine running echoed over the parking lot.  Johnny laughed. 

“Guess I know where I’m heading, find me a booth, and get some shut eye.”

Not a bad idea.  At least warm--and hot food.  He lit his Winston, I lit a Camel.  We stood that way, two men, each scarred in his own way by a shared experience that we hadn’t even realized was one.  And Kat scarred by something, something before her marriage. 

“That little woman,” Johnny said.  “Ain’t none my business.  But everyone said she’s a free spirit--born after her time, shoulda been her age in the 60’s.”  His blue-eyed gaze flashed to me, then away.  “Take the right kinda man to make that kinda woman into a wife, but if you got any smarts, you’ll give it a shot.  The way you look at her, and the way she looks back, yeah, the way of things brought you together for a reason.”  He dropped the butt in the snow and took sure steps across the ice covered parking lot.

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  1. Replies
    1. You're very welcome! What fun to have Shaunna here today.

  2. I love the answer you gave for favorite quote. Many if our so called leaders of this nation could have learned much from him and many of The People instead of negating them as savages. Thanks for making a difference in my day by quoting someone whose history is dear to my heart.

  3. I really hat elies, it may be my cultural background, but they bother me a lot. One thing I always think of is that if you tell the truth, you don't have to remember a lie. Truth doesn't require memory, lies do. visit my web site for a hot excerpt from Life Flight.!shaunna-wolf/c1zh2

  4. I don't like lies either. On occasion, I tell them. For instance, when Charlie asks me if something is wrong and I'm not ready to talk about it or just don't want to get into it, I'll say, "Nothing." I'll eventually tell him. If I say, "We'll talk about it later," he often keeps at me. Sometimes, I just need time to mellow out so I can talk about it in a calm fashion. LOL


  5. Yikes, a lot of injuries!


  6. I tell my kids that I'm not Tigger, I don't bounce I crash!


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