Voices Carry
Pandora Pine
The question I’m most often asked is, “Where do you get the ideas for your books?” Every author gets this question two or three times a week. I’m pretty sure I’m the only author who can answer, “From my psychic.”
I’d started speaking with a psychic as part of my research for the Cold Case Psychic books. Not only was she helpful with details about what her gifts allow her to see and hear, she also had out of the blue premonitions I wasn’t expecting.
During one particular chat, she said to me, “When are you going to write that book about Egypt? It’s going to be hugely successful.” Her exact words, not mine!
Uhhh, Egypt book? What Egypt book? Needless to say, there was no Egypt book on my radar, in my plot bunny folder or hiding under the bed with the dust bunnies. I filed that prediction away under TBD.
To Be Determined turned out to be two days later. Isn’t that always how things go in a story like this? I was visiting my father who was watching The History Channel. He loves Ancient Aliens and thinks, just the like the big-haired “expert” on the show, that the pyramids were built by aliens. My Dad’s theories about aliens could take up an entire guest post of their own…
Anyway, that particular day he was watching a show about the lost tomb of Alexander the Great. Alexander died in 323 B.C. and was rumored he was laid to rest in a solid gold coffin. The only problem was that no one’s been able to find him for sixteen hundred years. Whoops, someone forgot to leave a scroll with a forwarding address for the king!
In that moment, I knew I had my Egypt book. Now that I had an idea, I needed characters to fill the pages with witty banter or red-hot, Kindle-melting sex. I needed names that would show the Vanderbilt connection to Egypt. What better way to do that than by naming characters after Egyptian cities? That’s where Cairo and Memphis got their names. Main character Dillinger, and Cairo’s best friend, Magnus, got their names the old-fashioned way, the characters told me who they were.
Dillinger introduced himself on a drive to the grocery store. My characters are always chatty in the car since there’s no way I can write down their words. Magnus said hello a few days later.
Ideas for books come in all forms. I wrote an entire series of books based on wondering what a late-night DJ, with a sexy voice, looked like. Another book came courtesy of seeing a picture of Scott Eastwood in a Kissing Booth. One idea came thanks to a picture of a Revolutionary War Veteran’s grave a reader tagged me in. I have no idea where my next idea will come from. It could be from a commercial on television, a random snippet of conversation overheard in a restaurant, or even thanks to a comment from you!
Finding Alexander
Pandora Pine
Gay Romance/ Action-Adventure
Release Date: 06.11.19
Blurb
Indiana Jones meets Clark Kent in this modern-day treasure hunt.
Archaeologist Cairo Vanderbilt was born to be a treasure hunter, whether he liked it or not. When his famous father dies in search of the tomb of Alexander the Great, Cairo picks up the trail to find the world’s most famous lost treasure. Having failed once before, he’s determined to find Alexander’s remains and fulfill his family’s legacy.
History blogger Dillinger DeCosta has only written about the past from the safety of his South Boston office. After hearing Cairo speak about the coming expedition on the evening news, he wants to join the hunt for Alexander and finally be on the front lines of history-in-the-making. By offering to come along, Dillinger is taking a huge risk, but he’s banking on an even bigger reward.
Hot on Alexander’s trail, Cairo and Dillinger discover sparks between them that ignite unexpectedly. One of the men has a secret that may threaten not only the success of the expedition, but their new relationship as well. If they can’t find a way past the challenge that lies between them, they might just lose the greatest treasure of all.
Each other.
When we’d gotten back to the hotel, I’d stomped up to my room like a spoiled child. This is where I’d been for the last two hours. Alone and trying to figure a way out of this mess.
A knock at the connecting door between my room and Dillinger’s startled me out of my pity-party for one. Sighing, I headed to the door, pulling it open. What I saw was a bit of a surprise.
“You missed dinner.”Dillinger breezed past me and into my room, setting the dinner tray he was holding on my table.
I watched in awe as he started pulling lids off the plates. There was no way in hell I deserved this kind of treatment. He’d even brought me dessert.
“I didn’t know what you’d like, so I grabbed a bit of everything.”Dillinger’s intense green stare was boring into me.
To be honest, I wasn’t quite sure how to react. No one had ever done anything like this for me, not even Memphis when I was sick and miserable.
“You could have at least said thank you.”Dillinger strode back toward the doors connecting our rooms.
Shit…“No, wait.”I took off after him, grabbing his left elbow with more force than I intended. I yanked so hard that Dillinger crashed against my chest. My left arm reached out to steady him, pulling him closer to me in the process. He was warm and solid. It could have been my raging hormones, but holding him felt good, like I was home.
I knew my wistful thoughts were on the money when my body responded to his instantly. My cock was hardening and unless I missed my guess, so was Dillinger’s. This was wrong on so many levels. There was so much I needed to say to the man I was holding in my arms, but the only thought running through my head, on a loop, was. “Kiss him!”
Sick of the slogging rat-race of her 9-5 job, Pandora Pine put pen to paper (literally!) to make her ambition of becoming a romance novelist a reality. She cut her teeth in the dog-eat-dog world of fan fiction, still dreaming of the day when she would be a published author.
In her spare time, Pandora fancies herself an amateur nature photographer. She enjoys mucking around in swamps, hiking through the woods and crawling around on her hands and knees in her backyard seeking out the perfect shot. Pandora is a fan of roadside seafood shacks and always thinks Mexican food is a good idea at the time.
Some of Pandora’s favorite things are chocolate, writing longhand with purple pens, and handsome men falling in love with each other.
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