I know I’ve been MIA and I do appologize. I’ve hit hard financial times (like most of the US population) and went back to work. I am a nurse by trade, so I did manage to get something fairly quick…once I accepted the fact I needed to get a job ASAP. So, I am working at a doctor’s office giving vaccines and living the adventure of being a nurse.

Going back to work as a nurse has inspired me to make a change in my writing genre. I love historicals and I stopped writing historical when an agent told me she didn’t think my historical voice was very strong. Ugh! But now I have a RT Reviewer Choice nominee as “Best erotic historical”. Hmmm…maybe I do have a strong historical voice after all. (The agent hasn’t gotten back with me about my contemporary…but I digress. ) So, I have returned to writing historical.

I love pirates, but I had a hard time getting an agent or editor to want to read another pirate novel (that they claimed was not sellable….have you seen the latest HQN Heather Graham book, The Pirate Bride, or Emily Bryan’s books, or What a Pirate Desires by Michelle Beattie, or the newly reissued A Pirate’s Love by Johanna Lindsey….all in the past 2-3 months). Sooo…I am going to another favored time period that has become popular recently–World War II.

I wrote a WII set fantasy for the Nectar of the Gods anthology with my novella, Warrior Lover. Now, I am visiting Pearl Harbor on the morning of December 7th, 1941–the day that will live in infamy. I am also planning a connected novel using secondary characters for further Pacific Theater action and danger. I am actually EXCITED again about writing and creating characters that leap off the page and grab readers.

For more on the events of the morning of Dec 7th, 1941, visit http://www.history.navy.mil/photos/events/wwii-pac/pearlhbr/pearlhbr.htm and http://plasma.nationalgeographic.com/pearlharbor/

Oh, I have a new blog on Blogger at http://mariannelacroix.blogspot.com

For an excerpt of Warrior Lover, click further:

“We have to go. The train will be at the bridge in a few minutes.”

She nodded, trying to clear her head from the confusion swirling around. She grasped her rifle from its hiding place in the bushes, and she raced off through the trees, hoping the action would clarify her purpose. She’d asked to return. She’d pleaded to come back and finish her mission. But then why was she sick to her stomach with disappointment?

They stopped at the edge of the trees overlooking the bridge. In the distance, she heard the train rumble down the tracks. Then she spotted Jean-Luis, running towards them. Sounds of gunfire burst into the air.

“Damn it,” muttered Ares. “Nazis discovered the team.”

She almost sprinted forward, but he caught her arm. “We have to draw their fire,” she said.

“Wait, you rush in like that, you’ll be shot right off.” He scanned the area, noting the Germans were in the woods on the opposite end of the bridge. “If we create another diversion, they may have better a chance of getting out alive.”

Acting before she fully worked out the diversion, Belle snatched a grenade from Ares’ waist, pulled the pin and tossed the explosive towards the tracks, away from the bridge.

The ground erupted, and she began to fire as she raced to the guardhouse, attempting to tempt the Germans to follow her—and the explosion.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Ares called to her as he fired his own rifle.

The Germans were all around, emerging from the woods closer to the guardhouse. She estimated three were causing the disturbance and two were now in pursuit. Especially when they became more immediate targets, since they were running out in full view across a small field.

Ares pulled another grenade from his belt and tossed it at the guardhouse as they ran by.

What she didn’t expect was a store of explosives igniting, destroying the small building and causing more of a diversion than they’d intended.

The explosion rocked the ground, and Ares knocked her to the grass for cover. Fire, soil and debris shot out at them from the structure, sending dangerous fragments shooting through the air along with the bullets they were already dodging.

He landed on her, covering her body with his. “When I said a diversion, I didn’t mean for us to wake up the entire German army.”

“Oui, but…” She checked her watch, and the train’s whistle blew sharply just up the tracks. “We bought the few seconds we needed.”

That was when the train filled with ammunition crossed the bridge and was blown off the tracks in a massive detonation of her team’s charges. Orange flames lit the sky and the ground shook with the blast.
Belle smiled and said softly, “Vive la France!”

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Tags: Action, historical romances, Marianne LaCroix, WWII romance

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