Welcome Lynda Kaye Frazier
What not to e-mail the president.
9/11 was a day that will be etched in our brains forever. You will always know where you were on that day and how our hearts broke as we watched those buildings crumble, taking all those innocent lives with them. Well I have a hilarious story that I thought all of you would enjoy.
My oldest son was in college at the time, on a ROTC scholarship. He was still in the reserves with the Navy and I just assumed he would be able to finish his senior year. I was drinking my coffee at night and the phone rang. One of those call that make the hair on the back of your neck stand up. I knew it wasn’t going to be a call I wanted to take. I answered it and it was John. He said his Commander called him and he was pulled back to active. I, as a lot of parents, was very upset. It’s not that I’m not proud of all my children who protect us every day; I just wanted my son to finish his last year of college first. I decided to pull the parent card and tell him that he couldn’t go. He laughed and told me it would be ok. I told him I was going to call the president and he laughed. I met George bush when he was governor of Texas so we were on a first name bases so why not. Well, never laugh at an angry mother. I was searching the web, reading all the stories and I came across an e-mail for the white house, not the president, just the white house. I thought why not. It would make me feel better and no one would ever see it. I figured it was just a generic one that went to a black hole. Well l I told our president that my son was not allowed to come out and play war with him. He had homework to do and stayed out too late so I grounded him for9 months. I made a few more motherly jokes on how bad little Johnny was and how he would not be able to play and that I would let him know when he was better.
I hit send and had a good laugh. Now don’t get me wrong. I have three children in the military and I’m very proud of each one of them. Their sacrifices keep us safe each day.
A few days passed and I forgot about the e-mail until I got a return. Now in the e-mail I sent I never gave my name, my sons name or what branch of the military he served in. In the return e-mail they had y name, address, phone number and my sons name, rank and commander’s name. I knew I was in a lot of trouble. The message was short and sweet they told me that My son did not need my permission to play war games with the US military because they were his mother now and didn’t need my permission for anything. I sat there just staring at the screen. Then I laughed, how funny. I called my son and he never said hello he answered by saying, what did you do mom. I just got a call to come into the base for a meeting. I felt so bad I offered to fly down and go with him, and he laughed. He said Mom I’m 23, and don’t need my mother to go with me. To make a long story short, he was asked to keep his mother from sending anymore e-mails to the president especially during a time of war.
Now when any of the kids orders change. Especially when my two boys went to Iraq they would tell me it was going to be ok, and to not e-mail or call the president. It would just make matters worse.
When I was researching terrorist’s sites for my book I called my son for some information and he begged me not to look them up. He told me that I was probably on the white house list and they were probably tracking what I did and looking up bomb making and terrorist activities would get me more than an e-mail.
So now when anything happens, my kids tell me to stay off the internet.
About the Author:
I am married with 5 children and 3 very special grandchildren. I live on 70 acres on top of a hill, which allows me to view beautiful sunsets every night. Between the cows, horses, dogs and cats, there’s always something that needs to be done. But I love to travel, so it does not keep me from taking a weekend trip to my favorite place to be, the beach. Surf, sand and a good book, my stress relief.
I’m an avid Romantic Suspense reader. I fell in love with suspense books in my teens. I loved reading about breathtaking FBI, Navy Seals and Special Ops Agents that were always there to save the day and the girl, what teenager didn’t. I never thought about writing a book until about 18 months ago. I know it’s a cliché but it started as a dream. It was so vivid that I woke up and wrote it down. That’s how, Rescued from the Dark, started. Book one in my ‘Guardians of Hope’ series. Every time I was stuck on a scene I would sleep on it and my characters would work it out in my dreams. I know strange, but I let my characters write the story. I am now working on book two, Last Chance to Run, and a contemporary story, Saving JT, which is about a single mother risking her life to save her dying son.
Lynda Kaye Frazier
Writing is my passion, Reading is my Love.
Rescued from the Dark. Book one of ‘Guardians of Hope’ series.
Set to be released end of 2012
Published through Black Opal Books
What if you woke up from a nightmare, trapped in a world of darkness, with no memory of how you got there? Rescued from the Dark is a passionate, gripping story about FBI agent, Jason Michaels, confronting his duty to his country, and struggling with his feelings for a woman with no memory of their love.
Undercover Agent,Jason Michaels, infiltrates the terrorist cell and risks everything, even his life, to save the FBI intern who stole his heart, then walked away. Once Mercy wakes from her coma Jason struggles with the fact that she does not remember what happened, but anguishes with the idea that she believes their unborn child belongs to her ex. Jason soon realizes the terrorists vow to get her back to claim their secrets locked in her memory, no matter what the cost. In a race against time, Jason and Mercy struggle to fight their attraction, and put their differences aside, as they launch a manhunt to save their country and each other.
An explosion ricocheted behind Jason Michael’s eyes as the pressure mounted in his head. The rush of panic consumed him as he struggled to move. He tried to swallow but his throat burned from the flames that engulfed his lungs. He needed to breathe but he couldn’t, shit. He strained to hear the muffled voices, but the pounding in his ears erased all hope. His head started to spin and he succumbed to the realization, this was it, the end, he won. The flames were dampening and his heartbeat slowed. As the drums subsided their voices became clearer.
“Give it to him now you son of a bitch. What were you thinking? We still need him.”
A split second release had Jason sucking in a breath of much needed air causing stabbing pains to shoot through his chest. Every muscle fiber burned as the cold blast of air shot through his lungs releasing the oxygen his body craved. He arched his back and raised his chest trying to pull in more when he felt the impact from the first blow. His head snapped to the side and the crack from his neck echoed in his ears. The pain jolted through his jaw as it raced across his cheekbone. Before he could gather his senses the hand smacked across his face again and the pain set his face on fire. What the hell? With the third slap his eyes snapped open. He wrenched upright with a lurch hitting his head on the solid roof of the SUV. Jason’s eyes darted back and forth looking for something familiar until he locked onto the ice-cold stare of the devil himself, Shaun Flanagan. Damn! That was close. He could not blow his cover, even if it meant he would die as David Logan, and not Jason Michaels.
“You’re finally awake, my boy. We almost lost you that time,” said Shaun.
Jason’s blood boiled as the vibration from Shaun’s cold emotionless laugh cut through his veins.
“You stopped breathing, I think. It’s hard to tell with this new stuff, so I slapped you. I hope you’re not too hurt because we’ve got work to do.”
Jason’s vision was blurry, but his senses were sharp. Shaun knew exactly what it would do, and the burn in his throat was a harsh reminder. Shaun’s sarcastic tone spoke volumes to him. This man was evil and did not play by anyone’s rules but his own. Jason had spent the last two months undercover. Playing their games and doing their dirty work to buddy up tight to this family. He earned his spot with Thomas Flanagan, but his son Shaun, has issues trusting anyone, even his own father.
Jason’s anger burned inside of him, but he couldn’t afford to make mistakes now, he was too close. It was time to step it up, but first, the drugs had to stop. Dex, Shaun’s partner, controlled the dosage they used. Jason had witnessed how they would use an increase to eliminate irritations, and today Dex thought Jason was Shaun’s irritation. Jason rubbed his aching jaw with one hand and clenched his other into a fist to hide his visible shaking. He had to get control of this game before he lost everything, including his life