Welcome Beverley and her latest release Legacy of the Fallen Angel.
- Tell us about your main characters in your book.
Jim Lansing is in his early 30’s, is a very likable guy, blond, good-looking, and 6’ 2” tall. Bronzed by life on the sea with sun-streaked hair, he grew up on and around boats. When he was a kid, his father and some of his friends had accidentally stumbled across a sunken ship that contained enough gold and jewels to make all the men extremely wealthy. He spent the rest of his life searching for additional treasure and died a poor man ~ however, he passed the treasure hunting bug on to his only son. Jim is obsessed with locating sunken treasure and making a name for himself. And he loves his wife passionately.
Vikki Lansing is 28, also tall, lean, blonde and beautiful. They’ve been told they look more like siblings than husband and wife. Not just another pretty face, though, Vikki graduated at the top of her class and was offered several jobs with reputable companies, but followed her heart to the sea. With a degree in Marine Biology, she’s Jim’s perfect counterpart. For years, they’ve searched the sea for treasure and her biological clock is ticking louder and louder. She wants a child. She adores her husband.
- Why would readers enjoy your book?
Readers can identify with Jim and Vikki even though the average person has never hunted for sunken treasure. The characters are real people with real problems. It’s an adventure that will take the reader for a wild ride ~ out of the day-to-day stress of normal life ~ and provide a satisfactory ending. Read to find out if they locate the Angel! What will they find? Will Vikki’s dream of having a child become a reality? We all search for something…perhaps not sunken treasure, but something that seems to elude us. When and if we finally find it, is it all we had dreamed it might be?
- Why do you write?
Why do I write? Hmm… It’s been a part of me since my 6th grade English teacher introduced the class to writing short stories. I’m nearly 63 years old now ~ that’s a long time! How could I NOT write? I can go on fantastic adventures without leaving my house! And I can take others along with me as they read the tales. I can share the beauty of underwater worlds with people who are afraid to swim. I love writing fiction ~ I can BE anything, DO anything, GO anywhere I can envision.
- Is the book part of a series? (Add details if you desire.)
As of this moment, Legacy is not part of a series. But who knows what the future holds?
- Share one fun fact about your book.
I love the story and am crazy in love with the cover!
- What is your favorite movie? Jaws
- What is your favorite dessert? Chocolate ice cream ~ with chocolate cake running a very close second.
- What is your favorite quote? “Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass…it’s about learning how to dance in the rain.” It took me 60 years, but I’m finally learning how to dance…!
- What is your favorite genre to read? Action/adventure/mystery/thriller
- What is a hobby you enjoy besides writing? In the past, it would’ve been scuba diving (hands down!), but now I’m too old. Horseback riding ranks right up there, but I’m still old. Making jewelry is much less strenuous.
- If you were stuck on an island with one book and one item what would they be? The one item would be unlimited electricity (you didn’t say it was a deserted island!). The one ‘book’ would be my Kindle and its power cord! I’d be good to go!
- What’s a fun, quirky fact about YOU? I love dolphins and, in fact, I have a dolphin tattoo. No, I’m not going to tell you where it is.
Legacy of the Fallen Angel
The Fallen Angel, a Spanish fishing boat, went down in a storm near Misteriosa Bank in 1822. Two hundred years later, Jim and Vikki Lansing leave Key West on a mission to locate the downed ship ~ their curiosity piqued due to a discrepancy in the old charts and manifests. They fight modern-day pirates, their own ‘perfect storm,’ hungry sharks, and an underwater eruption that threatens to send them to a watery grave, as well. Join them on their search for the Fallen Angel and find out if they discover what she was really doing out there…
CAPTAIN EDUARDO HERNANDEZ knew there was nothing he could do to save his ship. She was taking on water and, if possible, the gale had increased in intensity, the angry sea storming over the vessel in gigantic waves. The darkness of night blinded him to what was happening, but his other senses painted a ghastly picture in his mind.
A sound like a pistol shot ripped through the noise of the storm and the Captain instinctively ducked. The port shroud had snapped and the mast was in danger of coming down. A flash of lightning confirmed his worst fears and even over the roar of the storm he could sense the mast swinging downward in slow motion like a towering tree sawed off near the base.
Men screamed, thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed. The once-mighty fishing vessel groaned in agony. The captain closed his eyes and time seemed to stop, the cacophony around him fading into the background. At this moment he wished for only three things: to kiss his four handsome young sons goodnight, to feel his wife’s ample bosom heaving beneath him as he loved her once more, and to feel the burn of a top-shelf whiskey slide down his throat to lessen the pain of what he knew was about to come.
He opened his eyes and time resumed its frenzied pace. The mast slammed into the side of the vessel, delivering the fatal blow. Two seamen scrambled to avoid the falling timber but were unable to escape, their bodies impaled by the splintered wood. Waves crashed onto the deck as the ship listed dangerously to port.
“Two minutes. At most we have two minutes.” Talking to himself, Captain Hernandez knew there was nothing more he could do to save his vessel or the lives of friends and comrades.
“Abandon ship! Abandon ship!” He announced the command to all nearby crewmen—many had already plunged into the black raging sea and disappeared from view. He watched in the eerie, flickering light as they leapt overboard to almost certain death.
He would remain with the ship. He and his Ángel Caído would go to the bottom of the sea together. His last thought before she gave a final groan and succumbed to her watery fate was of the cargo in the hold. Fish it wasn’t. How long before someone discovers what we were really doing out here?