Hot soldier + brilliant doctor = a thrilling romance in the desert sands.
Doctor Mae Jones had no idea when she agreed to assist the army in vaccinating children half-way around the world what she’d face. She didn’t sign up for a sexy British officer trailing her every move, his giddy smile and sunshine good-looks distracting her. Nor did she expect the sudden rebel attacks and bullets flying while she attempts to try to cure an unexplainable virus about to threaten the whole world. It’s up to her to try and stop a war before it even begins while she keeps falling for this man who’s her total opposite in every way but the heart.
In the second entry of the Inquisition series, this stand-alone novel presents Alistair Young. For those tired of the alpha who want someone sweet as cotton candy, Alistair is your man. Easy on the eyes, and light on the heart — he’s prone to cracking jokes and playing card games with the sick kids. For all his easy-going ways he knows how dangerous growing close to the new genius doctor can be, but he can’t look away either.
Mae stretched her arms over her back and tried to crack her neck. After digging into her eyes a moment she glanced back at her barely silent partner, “Tell me we’re finished.”
The captain’s smile resumed, not that it ever dimmed much. “Yeah, once the sun’s heading down, it’s over. How are you holding up?”
Her legs ached and her butt was going numb. Not that she was going to tell him that. Not as if he could assist in any way. Stop staring. “Good,” Mae settled for being the not-complaining doctor. With no work ahead of her, her stomach chose that moment to rise from its destitute state. “Hungry though.”
“I’ve got an idea. Uh, give me a few to clear things,” he moved to step out of his imposed corner. In the tight space of a room crammed with a medical table, her examination desk chair, and the fridge, there wasn’t much room left. Alistair’s warm shoulder accidentally grazed against Mae’s. She gulped at the contact, absently rubbing it when he slid out the door.
“Should I do anything to prepare?” Mae called to him.
Alistair turned to look over his shoulder, “Maybe get into something more comfortable?” Her eyes shot open wide and he gasped, “I didn’t mean. Uh, not like that that! Just, you won’t need your lab coat. If you want a t-shirt or…” he rubbed a hand over his head, mussing up the tall hair, “never mind. Do whatever you want. Meet you by the tents in five.”
With that, he dashed away, his cheeks a fiery red. She hated to even think it, but his bumbling was sort of adorable. Really adorable.
Oh, come on, Mae. He’s a random grunt in the army. A random grunt with a delectable British accent, a body carved by the gods of old, and a smile brighter than the sun.
Where are you from? Tell us a little about yourself!
My name is Ellen Mint and my background is in microbiology, specifically genetics. I married a food scientist, so we’re the kind of people who compare molds you find on bread. We are also big into Halloween and often create our own props. Just this year I made my own mermaid corpse for the yard.
Tell us about your book? How did it get started?
Fever is a book about a goofy, uncertain soldier falling for a doctor struggling with anxiety and finding her place in the world. It’s also about how easily people’s goodwill can be manipulated for nefarious reasons. There’s an assumption in some rings of the literary world that romance novels cannot handle serious topics, but that’s a load of bunk. Love is vital as it is the antithesis of hate.
How do you create your characters?
It often begins as a single scene. I dream up someone or two people together, probably suffering an embarrassment, and I begin to tease it out. If they act like this, why? What in their past led to this person here? What do they want in the future? What do they most regret? Is there something about them that comes across as cliché? How can I change that to make them fresh or interesting?
While I never fill out those character sheets, I know my characters well enough I could take a Myers-Briggs test for them and sometimes do.
What inspires and what got you started in writing?
I got into writing professionally in perhaps the nerdiest way possible. There was a short-story contest for a video game where the winner was rewarded with a sword. Taking a shot, I wound up winning in my category. The sword’s still on my wall and I realized that I could create something people enjoy.
Where do you write? Is there something you need in order to write (music, drinks?)
I write at the kitchen table, which necessitates the need for music. But I cannot use music with lyrics as that’s a terrible distraction. I’ve found a perfect synergy with a soundtrack album called Behold by Future World Music. Something about it punches through whatever writers block I have. It’s my biggest writing secret.
How do you get your ideas for writing?
Joe, the idea gremlin that lives in my basement. He can be useful, but you have to sort through a lot of crap and never feed him after midnight. He keeps bringing up this Son of the Krampus idea that I might have to write to get him to stop.
What do you like to read?
A little bit of everything, especially in the sci-fi & fantasy genre, though I tend to prefer the more grounded and historical versions. IE Lord of the Rings instead of Narnia. The Discworld novels will always hold a special place in my heart as it was a shared love of Reaper Man that allowed me to meet my husband.
What would your advice to be for authors or aspiring in regards to writing?
It’s incredibly lonely at times, so get yourself a support group. Have not only a beta reader, but someone who will cheer you on through writing it. Network, network, network. Also, invest in a really comfy cushion for your bum. When you’re struggling to get into a scene, having to sit in a hard chair will not help.
Anything else you’d like to share?