About the Author:
T.
C. Archer is comprised of award winning authors Evan Trevane and Shawn M.
Casey. They live in the Northeast.
Evan
puts his Ph.D. to good use by writing about alternate realities, and Shawn
channels the mythology and philosophy she studied during her wasted youth into
writing about exotic places and times.
Find the Author:
Interview Questions….
1. What
inspired you to become a writer?
Evan: I love telling stories, sometimes to
my parents, to their chagrin.
Shawn: I think writing simply took me.
2. When
did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
Evan: I was in junior high. I wrote my
first short story complete with illustrations.
Shawn: I was in my early thirties when the
writing bug nipped at me, but I was forty before I gave into the compulsion.
3. What
genre(s) do you write? Why do you write the stories that you write?
We write various forms of suspense/action:
Sci fi, suspense, thrillers, and paranormal
4. Where
did the inspiration for your book come from?
Shawn: Evan knew NASCAR, and when I heard
that Harlequin had signed a contract with NASCAR we figured it was a great fit.
5. How long did it
take you to put the story together?
We took about a year to write Full Throttle. Of
course, rewrites and revisions followed. Time flies when you’re having fun!
6. Can
you share a little about your novel with us?
Gail ‘Jimmy’ James is the first female NASCAR mechanic. As
if competing in a man’s world isn’t tough enough, her bombshell looks belie her
genius.
Rising star NASCAR driver Rex Henderson is stunned to
discover his new mechanic is smokin’ hot. Rex intends to own his own crew, but
he must end the season number one if he’s to save his family and his dream. No female is getting in
his way—especially his gorgeous new mechanic.
Nothing Jimmy knew about Rex Henderson the driver prepared
her for Rex Henderson the man. But Jimmy has no time to consider her feelings
as Rex wins race after race, despite strange mechanical problems with his car.
Whether sabotage or her inexperience, she must stay a step ahead of trouble if
she’s to ensure future wins—and safeguard her heart against the handsome,
Alabama racecar driver.
7. Who
is your favorite charter in your novel and why?
Evan:
I lover Gail (Jimmy). She’s smart and sexy.
Shawn: I love Rex. He’s a real country boy
and has that never-grew-up attitude racecar drivers seem to have in abundance.
8. Now
that your book is getting ready to hit the stores describe how you feel in one
sentence?
Thrilled!
9. What
has surprised you the most about the whole processes of getting your book on
the market?
Full Throttle is our sixth publication. Our
biggest surprise over the course of our career is the differences in publisher
styles.
10. Would
you like to share what the reviewers are saying about your book?
(No reviews as
of yet.)
11. How
many books have you written?
Six books
Sasha’s Calling
Trouble at the Hotel Baba Ghanoush
For His Eyes Only
Winter in Paradise
Chain Reaction: The Phenom League
Full Throttle
12. What
are you working on next?
We’re currently working on two books, the
next book in our Phenom League series, and a romantic suspense/cougar story
entitled In the Company of Kate.
13. What
do you like to do for fun when you’re not writing?
Evan: I have a full-time job. That takes up
most of my time.
Shawn: Read and bake.
14. How
can readers contact you?
Email:
15. When does your book go on sale and where can
we buy it?
Full Throttle is currently available in
digital form.
16. Last
but not least is there anything that you would like to add?
You don’t have to like NASCAR to like Full
Throttle. If you do like racing, then I think you’ll find the book true to
form.
Title: Full Throttle
Author: T. C. Archer
Genre: Contemporary,
Romance, Suspense
Publisher: Etopia Press
Ebook
Words: 95,000
Book Description:
Gail
‘Jimmy’ James is the first female NASCAR mechanic. As if competing in a man’s
world isn’t tough enough, her bombshell looks belie her genius.
Rising
star NASCAR driver Rex Henderson is stunned to discover his new mechanic is
smokin’ hot. Rex intends to own his own crew, but he must end the season number
one if he’s to save his family and his dream. No female is getting in his
way—especially his gorgeous new mechanic.
Nothing
Jimmy knew about Rex Henderson the driver prepared her for Rex Henderson the
man. But Jimmy has no time to consider her feelings as Rex wins race after
race, despite strange mechanical problems with his car. Whether sabotage or her
inexperience, she must stay a step ahead of trouble if she’s to ensure future
wins—and safeguard her heart against the handsome, Alabama racecar driver.
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Excerpt:
“When
do you expect the new mechanic?” he asked, eyes fixed on the photo. “I want to
start testing the new Yates engine we bought for Daytona.”
“We’ve
already started.”
Rex
jerked his attention back to Duff. “You know I like to be around from day one.
Emerson would have called.”
“Rex,
you need to know Jimmy is—”
“I
haven’t even met this guy and you’ve got him working on my car. Since when?”
“Since
Wednesday. Look, there’s something—”
“Four
days? I want to see what he’s done.” Rex tossed the photo onto Duff’s desk and
turned.
“Rex—”
Duff jumped to his feet and started around the desk. The phone rang and he cursed.
“Rex,” he called as he grabbed the phone. “Winston. Yeah, I got the pictures.
In fact—”
Rex
took a left out the office door and strode past Emerson’s office, then past the
office of the new accountant, Gary Blackeagle. The last office belonged to Brent
Douglas, the guy who’d had Rex’s job for six years before he got caught with
his pants down and a barely legal aged girl jammed between him and his locker.
Rex
pushed open the door to the garage and stepped onto freshly waxed concrete.
Despite last year’s sting, his heart raced as it always did at the start of the
season when he first laid eyes on the immaculate eight thousand square-foot
garage.
A
dozen red, five-foot-tall toolboxes stood guard beside the uncluttered
workbenches that lined the cinderblock walls. No. 14 sat in the first assembly
area on the right, awaiting paint and window netting. Rex slid his gaze along
the trunk and over the top of the car. The new Chevy was his ticket to owning a
crew next season.
He
started forward, then halted when a shapely figure in powder blue coveralls
shifted into view. She bent over the engine like a real mechanic. What idiot
had left his girlfriend to roam the garage alone? Rex dropped his gaze from the
red ponytail to the feminine undercarriage on her fine frame and angled his
head to get a better look. He couldn’t see her face, but judging by her body,
her boyfriend had taste.
She
pressed against the fender and in closer to the engine, straddling the front
tire like Daisy Duke at her finest. Ouch!
The fabric of the coveralls stretched across the lovely curves of her buttocks,
complete with bikini brief panty lines. Rex shook off an unexpected need to
hook a finger under those panties.
He
crept to the car with panther-like stealth. She hadn’t emerged from the open
hood when he leaned a hip against the fender beside her and drawled, “What fool
left you alone in my garage, darlin’?” She stilled, and he ran his gaze the
length of her five foot four body, then back to her taut rear end. He laughed
softly. “You better come out before you get dirty.” Rex shifted his attention
to the sparkplug wire she gripped. He straightened in shocked anger. “What the
hell are you doing to my car?”
He
seized her arm as she started to straighten and yanked her from under the hood.
Her head struck the hood with a thunk. She gasped and Rex released her.
“Ouch!”
Her hand flew to the top of her head and vigorously massaged the spot. “Why did
you do that?”
“No
one screws with my—”
She
jerked her head around and Rex’s mouth went dry when his gaze met gorgeous
brown eyes tinged with fury.
“That
hurt!” She shoved back a lock of hair that had fallen loose from her ponytail
and glared at him.
Those
were the eyes a cowboy found only in a dream—and in midnight encounters in front of a wood-burning fire.
The
sprinkling of pale freckles across her cheeks scrunched up when she wrinkled
her nose. Her eyes narrowed. “Here, hot-shot.” She shoved the sparkplug wire
into his chest. “You put the plug wires on. You know the firing order of your Chevy V-8?”
Rex
raised a brow. “As a matter of fact—”
“Let
me get you started,” she snapped as she gave her head another vigorous rub,
“one, five, two, eight…”
“Look,”
Rex retorted, “no one touches—” A hand clamped down on his shoulder and he
whirled to find Duff standing behind him.
“I
see you’ve met Jimmy James, our new mechanic,” Duff said.
Rex
stared at the buxom figure, then faced Duff. “Mechanic? What the hell were you
thinking? Even in those coveralls she doesn’t look like a mechanic. She looks
like a…like a…hell, like she belongs
on Sex in the City.”
“Hey!”
she exclaimed.
“Her
qualifications are top notch,” Duff interrupted.
“Why
didn’t you just paint her on the hood hugging the damn Cozy fabric softener
rabbit?” Rex shot back. “That’d get Cozy to renew their sponsorship for the
next ten years.” He pictured her, sheet thrown across breasts and hips, one leg
sprawled over the rabbit’s belly. “We’ll get nothing done with her around,” he
added tightly.
“Winston
doesn’t concur.” Duff turned Rex to face Jimmy. “Jimmy, this is your driver,
Rex Henderson.”
“I
know who he is.” The lock of hair had fallen across her eye again. She jammed
it behind an ear. “You ought to keep him in his cage.”
Duff
chuckled. Rex gave him a thin-lipped scowl, then leaned against the car and crossed
his arms over his chest. Jimmy flicked him a withering glare. His groin pulsed.
He
ran his gaze down her body before meeting her fiery brown eyes again. “Only if
you’ll be my cage-mate.”
She
drew a sharp breath and a camera flash lit the garage behind Rex. He whirled in
time to catch a second flash in the eyes. Spots raced across his vision, but he
made out the figure straightening from a crouch behind a workbench near the
side door. The man lifted the camera to his eye and Rex jammed his eyes shut an
instant before the flash penetrated his eyelids.
Rex
snapped open his eyes and started for the paparazzo. “I’m going to kick your
ass!”
The
man pivoted toward the side door.
Rex
accelerated to a sprint with Duff close behind.
The
photographer bolted through the door. “Sex
in the City!” He laughed, adding before the door banged shut behind him,
“Cage-mates.”
Rex
slammed into the door a second later and flung it open as the photographer dove
into the passenger seat of a beat up blue Subaru. Rex hit the asphalt at a
sprint as the car leaped into gear, passenger door ajar. Rex picked up speed.
The Subaru slowed at the end of the building and Rex thought he had him, but
the car rounded the corner and accelerated toward the open gate at the
entrance.
Dammit.
During the off-season, no guard manned the front gate. Rex cursed again and
picked up speed. The paparazzo had probably followed him onto the property. He
should have closed the security gate after he entered.
The
car leaped over the parking lot speed bump and hit the street, tires squealing
as it hung a right and zoomed away. Rex slowed and stopped at the curb. The
blue compact had reached the end of the block and took a hard left toward the
freeway. Damn. He didn’t get the license number.
Duff
halted next to him, breathing hard.
Rex
glared at him. “What do you say now, Duff?”
Duff’s
gaze locked on the direction the car had taken. “I say all of Dallas will know what Howard Motors has up
its sleeve by tomorrow morning, the rest of the world by supper time.”
Inside
the garage, an engine starter whined. Rex turned toward the garage and stared
as the engine caught, followed by the roar of exhaust when Jimmy pumped the
accelerator in short, quick stabs.
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