Friday, October 18, 2013

Fire Writer Friday - Aileen Harkwood

Cowboy Marvin loves listening to the Written Fireside stories and is having great fun learning a little more about the Fire Writers  

Graciously, those who have authored a part of the round robin story have agreed to stop by, one each Friday, and visit with my curious goat. 


Stopping by this Friday is





Aileen Harkwood     

Author and a Fire Writer for Written Fireside
Check out her other visit with Cowboy Marvin





Hello Ms. Harkwood, lovely to meet you.

Are you a night owl or early bird? 

The worst of both.  A night owl who stays up so late, she could be an early bird.

You stay up all night?  Wow, once the sun starts to go down I high tail it to the barn.  There is nothing good for goats at night except maybe super heroes, they are too cool.  

So tell me, who would you be, Batman or Robin?



Batgirl. 


Robin and the Big B have too many hang-ups. 



Batgirl is a little dark and dangerous for me.  I'm afraid she'd kick my *cough*-  

Moving on, would you take a taxi or a limo if they were the same price?


Taxi. I'm just not a fancy dress kinda girl.  


Besides, I don't want to wait for someone to come around and open the door for me.


When I'm there, I want out of the car. 

  

A woman who know her own mind and is down to earth, awesome.  

Do you like music?  What was the last song you listened to?  

Technically? It would have to be Meglio Stasera 
"It Had Better Be Tonight", 


the party song from the original 1963 Pink Panther movie, because that was what was on TV just now. I love the movie, dry comedy and slapstick in the same package, especially with the chase scene. 



It's also surreal to see the hair and clothing styles from 

fifty years ago.    


Honestly, human's hair and clothing styles confuse me. 
  
We goats are usually, shake off the straw and go, types.  

Well...   except for my friend Curly, he could use a cut and some hair spray.



How about your taste in movies, do you like scary, comedy, romance or adventure?

Romance, no question. Any British adaptation of a Jane Austen novel in particular, and I keep hoping someone will get Jane Eyre right some day. Except for Bridesmaids, which I thought was freakin' hilarious, I don't really enjoy raunchy romance. 


I'm more a fan of classics like French Kiss 



and When Harry Met Sally and the original Bridget Jones's Diary. 


If there is any chance at all of magic or fantasy being thrown into mix, I'm there as well. Most people didn't enjoy Practical Magic, but I thought it was pretty good.

I understand.  If there is any chance of goats in a movie, I am so there.  
Meg Ryan should do one.  "When the Goat Herder met Meg"  



Tell me what season do you like best, Spring, Summer, Winter or Fall? 

Depends on where you are when a season hits. Summer in Florida is God awful, while it's really quite nice in Seattle. Fall just about anywhere except for L.A. is a sensory delight (Los Angeles doesn't do Fall). Winter is fantastic for about a day, as long as it snows really hard on that one day, and the next day is instantly Spring.


 I will agree that Spring, Summer and Fall is all about location, some fields are more tasty during certain seasons but Winter is not so fantastic snow is awful on my hooves. 

Would you tell me a place you've never been to but would love to visit? 


I keep telling people I'd love to go to Hong Kong, and I would, 
but Alaska looks breathtaking, as does the Mediterranean.


 One of my human's lived in Alaska for years, 
he says it is in fact breathtaking.  



 Would you swim in the ocean or a pool? 

Ocean. 

Do you know what's in a public pool? Ick. 

I'll take fish poop over people poop any day.

How would you go camping - sleeping bag under the stars, tent, trailer, fancy RV, or a hotel with room service?


Small trailer. 

I mean you can always step outside and smell the pine trees and what not, but a nice comfy bed is a must.






One last question.  A goat walks through your door right now wearing a cowboy hat.  What does he say and why is he there?




Goat: Ba-aa-aa-aa.

Me: Hey, Marvin. Does your brother know you're wearing his hat?  


Well to be honest, he just found out and he is not happy.  I feel a little sheepish.






Aileen's latest book, 
Dangerous Dreams, The Dreamrunners Society, Book 1 is available on Amazon.



"Dark and captivating, with a story and characters that get under your skin... Dangerous Dreams is the start to what is sure to become one of my favorite series." -Tattooed Book Review



Sometimes danger comes in a dream...


Plagued by nightmares of terrorist bombings, Lara Freberg is a so-called Lost One, unaware of her psychic gift for literally being in two places at once. While her true body sleeps, her twin is helplessly drawn to scenes of unspeakable horror. Kidnapped by a corrupt, CIA-like organization determined to exploit her abilities, Lara is given no choice. Cooperate or die. Until the midnight spying missions that make her the willing prisoner of an erotic stranger. Does she dare trust him with her warning of a future attack on American soil?

Jack Mayfield will never forgive himself for being too late to free Lara from the Greys, The Dreamrunners Society's sworn enemies. An elite front line operative, Jack is able to find and save the Lost Ones no one else can. Nothing, however, can prepare him for the shock of losing the woman who holds the key to unlocking his war weary heart. Now Jack is in a race for her life. Lara's dreaming half may be able to drive him wild with passion, but can he believe her when she says the Greys haven't turned her against him and the Society?

It won't be easy to rescue his one true love from certain death.

Dangerous Dreams is expanded from and inspired by the short story 
"In Her Dreams," by Aileen Harkwood.


Excerpt:

Lara opened her eyes and found herself standing at the foot of a bed with a rust-colored spread. She recognized this place immediately as the room, the one in the photograph they’d shown her. Pain radiated up her right arm to her chest from the last touch of the electrodes, reminding her what would happen if she didn’t obey.

How had she gotten here? Was this yet another dream? A hallucination? All of it looked so real, felt real, like she was really here. Why would they want her to dream about this room?

“You see the window?” someone said to her.

Lara started nervously, the voice rattling her. It sounded as if he was inches from her ear, but when she turned her head to look, no one was there.

She heard another noise, so slight she thought she might have imagined it. She glanced toward the room’s bed.

Someone was watching her. A man.

She cried out in surprise, or tried to, but nothing came out of her mouth. Her voice didn’t exist here.

From a prone position, head on a pillow, he bolted upright to a sitting position. His hand shot toward the nightstand. Lara saw a gun there and shrank back in fear, but when he reached for it, he couldn’t grasp or pick up the firearm.

He tried again, but could not lift it free.

Frustrated, he turned back toward her. He was in the darkest part of the room and she couldn’t make out his features.

“The window,” Grey Man’s disembodied voice hissed in her ear. “Go to the window.”

Lara was in a near fugue state, her mind overwhelmed. She didn’t know where she was. Was she here in this place that seemed so real? Or back in the cell with Grey Man? She didn’t feel right. She didn’t feel real. Panic ignited along her spine, telling her she was about to die. It stripped away any coherent thought.

Please. She didn’t know what she begged for, only that she begged.

“Go. To. The. Window.”

Lara started to obey.

“Stop!” the man on the bed shouted. He leapt to his feet, but didn’t come closer. “Don’t move,” he ordered.

Deep, rumbling, his voice startled her. She froze in place, apparently willing to take orders from anyone now.

“Not a muscle,” the man said. “I’m deadly serious. What you’re doing, you’re not doing it right. You’ve put yourself in danger by coming here like this.”

He took another step forward, edging into the golden light.

It’s him.

The man she’d hallucinated in her bedroom.

He’s real?

Like the first time she’d seen him, he wore jeans and nothing else, the ripple of toned abs on display as he stalked toward her. She’d glimpsed only a little of his face the first time, but she saw the same panther-black hair and granite set to his jaw. Only this time she noticed that one of his cheeks, the left one, wasn’t quite right, the bones slightly out of alignment with the rest of his face. It didn’t look entirely natural. Had he been in an accident? His cheekbone shattered some time in the past?

His dark eyes remained in shadow, refusing to tell her whether or not she could trust him. The glow she’d seen around him in her bedroom was still there, reflecting off his smoothly muscled chest.

Pain shot through Lara. Back in the cell, where they kept her body, Grey Man used the car battery again. Her muscles and joints contracted, convulsed, the fire of electricity burning its way up her arm, reaching for her brain. Her heart stopped. She couldn’t breathe.

“The window, Lara,” Grey Man said. “Or this continues.”

She started toward the rust-colored drapes.

“No!”

The man with black hair vaulted over the bed and suddenly blocked her way. He put a hand up to gesture for her to stop, but didn’t touch her.

“Your body isn’t stable,” he said. “I know you probably don’t know what I’m talking about, but every step you take while you’re like this has the potential to kill you. You can’t touch anything here.”

Though taller than most women, Lara was forced to look up into his face. Their eyes met, and as had happened in her bedroom, recognition clicked. She knew him. She’d found him without ever having known she was looking. He was really there. Standing in front of her.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said. “I want to help you.”

Joy soared through her for the briefest fraction of a second.

“An evil man lives in that room,” Grey Man whispered in her ear. “A terrorist. You’re there to find out his location, where he’s hiding.”


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