A Poet Laureate Is Lost for Words
German nurse Kayla is visiting a friend in the USA when a group of Marines in training literally fall out of the sky at her feet. Captain Wayne Turner draws her into a whirlwind of emotions, more confusing than the wind created by the helicopter he dropped out of.
After a stormy night of passion, she comes face to face with his ex-wife and runs off. But then Wayne’s best friend Dale finds her and asks her to help him to prove Wayne’s innocence after his arrest. Kayla helps, but it takes an old man and a hard look at herself for her to consider giving Wayne a second chance.
Can he regain her trust?
Creation of The Book
One day I was visiting a close friend in the UK and during one of our chats, she told me about what happened to a friend of hers. At the time, said friend lived in an apartment in a council estate and the family was sitting on the balcony overlooking the rather large inner courtyard of the complex when suddenly there was some noise overhead. Looking up, they saw a helicopter from the Royal Navy and them some men repelled out of it in full armour. Apparently, it was a training exercise.
This story didn’t leave my mind for years. Another friend of mine who lives in the South of the United States invited my children and me to visit her. She told me a bit of what her garden and house looked like and how there was a green in the town’s center that she liked very much.
Needless to say, my mind fused the two things, setting a US Marine training operation in the middle of a Southern small town. And right on the green sat the female protagonist with some friends holding a spiritual drum circle.
Combine this with the Weather Girls’ song “It’s raining men” and you have the perfect setting for a new, incredibly exciting romance. I mean really, how much better can it be than having the tough warrior love of your life falling from the sky, directly at your feet – quite literally?
Needless to say, I was on fire, writing the story, weaving an old combat veteran into it who functions as the guardian angel in the book and the male protagonist’s best friend who is as loyal as he is scared of intimacy.
The police gets involved and prejudices are addressed. Hearts heal and challenges are overcome. There is a lot going on, including an explanation given why it is the man’s job to take out the trash.
I had a lot of fun writing this story and when it was finally finished, I was so happy, I felt like I had really levelled up. It was my forth romance novel and for all this, it is still very dear to me and holds a special place in my heart. I love the fact that my two friends are also woven into the story and having inadvertently given me the initial spark of inspiration for this book.
It was a lovely sunny day and Kayla sat on a lawn in the middle of a small US town in Louisiana, near New Orleans, where she was visiting a close friend she’d first acquainted on a spiritual internet community. She had saved up for some time to fly over from Germany to make this visit possible.
Now thirteen people sat in a drumming circle, beating their various drums. The fact that they were thirteen didn’t have any ritual meaning. It just so happened that this number of friends, including Kayla, had found together on this occasion.
Owing to the fact that two of the participants sat in wheelchairs and were unable to make it to Kayla’s friend’s house, they’d all decided to move the event to the town centre’s green instead of holding it in Pearl’s large, beautiful garden.
They were drumming and chanting when suddenly their beats and voices were drowned out by the deafening noise of a helicopter’s fast spinning rotor blades. Everyone looked up.
“Kayla, didn’t you say this morning when we skyped with Asia in London that you wanted to meet a US Marine and she told you about her friend in London sitting on the balcony and some UK Navy people fast-roped down into the green in front of their eyes and that it wouldn’t surprise her, if the same happened to you here with a US Marine landing in the garden for you?” Pearl asked with a grin on her face.
“Yes…” Kayla gasped.
A Black Hawk hovered overhead, a US military helicopter from which ropes were thrown down next and men in full combat uniforms started to descend from them.
“Pick one!” Alex called and took his hands off the armrests of his wheelchair to offer the Marines in a sweeping gesture to Kayla. This was accompanied with a big, naughty grin on his face.
“Oh my God,” Kayla whispered when the first few men touched ground and took up positions around the green, guns pointing in all directions. When all were on solid ground, one of the men walked over to them while the helicopter took off.
“Don’t worry, please. The guns aren’t loaded. This is merely training, ladies and gentlemen.”
Between the helmet and trying to look against the sun, Kayla couldn’t make out the man’s features. She got up.
“Captain Wayne Turner, ma’am.”
“Good day, Captain. Kayla Bennett. I just arrived last night from Germany. Would you terribly mind taking a picture with me?”
He looked at her in confusion. “Well, er…”
“Please?” She gave him a big, puppy-eyed look.
“Well, alright then. Seeing as Germany is a highly valued ally and friend,” he smiled.
“Thank you so much, Captain. I really appreciate it. Would you take off your helmet, please?” She turned to her friend and asked Pearl if she would be willing to take the picture with her mobile. Pearl let Kayla show her how to do it as her own phone was a different model, and Kayla made her stand on the other side to have the sun in her back when taking the picture.
Captain Turner took off his helmet when he posed for the picture with Kayla. “Take a few, so we’re sure to have a good one amongst them,” Kayla instructed.
“Do you think I could get copies?” he asked when Pearl was done. “I’ve never been a tourist attraction before.”
Kayla looked up into his face for the first time without the sun blinding her from seeing clearly and stifled a gasp. The captain was the most handsome man she had ever seen and his bulging muscles threatened to rip the short sleeves of his t-shirt apart.