This week we are excited to welcome K. A. Raines! She is here to share her Dystopian romance, The Infiltrator with us. Welcome, K. A. Raines! We are all so excited to hear more about The Infiltrator.
While I’ve always enjoyed both reading and writing in a plethora of genres, including sci-fi, fantasy, and horror, I always felt that romantic subplots gave stories a pulse. They propelled readers—and viewers of films—to care about what happens to the characters. As a child, I remember holding my breath during the scene in The Empire Strikes Back where Princess Leia, watching Han Solo standing on the carbonite platform as he’s about to be frozen to be transported to Jabba the Hutt, calls out, “I love you!” And what’s Han’s response? A very unimaginative yet somehow still lovingly spoken, “I know.” Be still my tender little beating heart. I loved Han and Leia’s romance in all its glorious imperfection. I found that I also enjoyed their banter. A healthy dose of witticism is something I’ve come to appreciate in general between characters, not just in a romantic context. While my debut novel, The Infiltrator, is a dystopian romance, inherently gritty in tone, it’s got plenty of banter to lighten the mood.
Currently, I’m working on a couple of projects, but I’m most excited about my mystery romance WIP, which is quite different than anything I’ve done before. If you enjoy a snarky heroine who doesn’t take crap, a ton of sexual tension, and plenty of humor to lighten the mood you’ll enjoy this one. Oh, and the enemies-to-lovers trope. There’s that, too. That’s quickly becoming my favorite. Keep an eye out on my blog for excerpts, and you can expect to see it out early next year!
About The Infiltrator:
A virus has rendered humanity mostly extinct. Keira Starr is alone, staying alive by staying on the run, sleeping in empty gas stations and the trunks of cars long abandoned on the highway. The world is overrun by “Ghosts,” the mindless, bloodthirsty dead, but they are the least of her problems. She is being hunted by ragtag groups of ruthless men, independent contractors working for a mysterious human trafficking ring. When she is finally captured, she discovers that Derrick Caine, despite his gruff demeanor and appearance, may just have a different agenda altogether.
Genre/heat rating: Dystopian romance/4
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Excerpt from The Infiltrator:
“What happened to you?” she breathed. “Who did you lose?” She knew she was pushing him, that she should stop before she went too far, but it felt like observing a train wreck, watching from a distance as the engine rushed ahead at full steam, and, even foreseeing the impending disaster on the tracks, being powerless to stop it. “You risk your life tryin’ to save women and children. Who was she? Your wife?” She didn’t even know why she cared. She didn’t want to care. Derrick Caine was a virtual stranger to her, yet she knew she was already in way too deep.
He growled suddenly, a low, guttural sound that jarred her out of her trance when she rather unexpectedly found her space invaded by him for the third time in the past several minutes. Yet the charge in the air had shifted subtly; he no longer seemed angry, exactly, but there was something decidedly predatory in his eyes.
“The fuck you want from me?” His voice in her ear was a dangerous rumble that elicited chills up her spine and ignited a fire that bloomed hotly in her womb, a delicious contrast. Quite suddenly, all she wanted was to relieve the dull throb between her legs that his voice and presence evoked; she wanted him so badly that she physically couldn’t endure not to have him soon.
You. Just you. “I could ask the same of you,” she settled for, and she couldn’t stop the tremor in her voice. She was overwhelmed by him—by his nearness, by the heat emanating from his body, drawing her in. She tentatively raised a trembling hand, reaching up to touch a raised scar on his chest, just above his left pectoral. His chest continued to visibly rise and fall, and he was breathing hard through his nose in an obvious effort to calm himself, fists clenched in tight balls at his sides. His breathing hitched when she barely touched him, a feather-light caress, her fingertips just skimming the jagged edge of his scar. She had known all along that he was in pain. So much unbearable pain—yet he would never admit it to anyone, least of all her.
About the Author:
K.A. Raines is a U.S. Navy veteran who lives in Longview, TX with her children and who has a passion for reading, writing, red wine, and good food. Her love for science fiction, the paranormal, and romance bleed into her writing.
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