#AmCurrently | Inspiration Behind Dirty Gambit

Before we get to the inspiration behind Dirty Gambit, can we all take a minute to agree that winter is coming too soon? I know a few people would disagree, then state their case by reminding me of all the things I should love about the next nine months.

Thanksgiving.
Halloween (yes, I agree on this one)
Christmas.
New Year’s
Unlimited cold, brown snow.

That’s basically how it works here in Canada. We get a mountain of pure, beautiful snow that falls from the sky . . . white. But a week in, it’s been trampled and pooped on (and not always by animals). Naturally, the whole thing becomes a mess.

| True fact |
I am not exaggerating about the amount of poop people “discreetly conceal” beneath mounds of snow. Come spring, it’s like dodging landmines. So . . . pick up your dog’s poop, people.

I never liked winter. Coming from one of the coldest provinces in Canada, I want to say I have a legitimate reason not to. But it’s also because I’m anemic, which means I have an iron-deficiency. So I’m always that weirdo with the sweater in three hundred degree weather.

I wish I could say there was at least one thing I like about the cold and snow, but I was raised not to lie, so . . . There’s that. I will, however, reminds myself that it’s only nine months and . . . I’ll do my best to survive.

Okay, so I know what you’re thinking: Airicka, we’re supposed to be talking about DIRTY GAMBIT, not whatever this crazy tirade is.

True, but really, there’s a point, such as the fact that Dirty Gambit was originally started, and don’t judge me here, but December 27, 20 . . . 17 *wince*. The idea came to me while I was standing in line at the grocery store.

I had wisely decided against grabbing a basket, brilliantly thinking to myself: if I don’t have a basket, I won’t grab a bunch of things I don’t need.

Of course, that plan backfired, because I was the only idiot standing there with an armload of things (most of which I was sure I didn’t actually need), questioning all my life choices. But I was also eyeing a Mr. Big chocolate bar in one of those shelves alongside the register and contemplating which item I was willing to let drop to the ground in exchange for just one chocolate.

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None.

That’s right. I was a mature adult and picked my health over junk.

And lightning struck and killed me where I sat, lying through my . . . fingers?

The real reason was less glamorous . . . the line moved forward and I was forced to move with it…

You know what? It’s not important why I didn’t get the chocolate bar. Let’s just move past that, okay? Because that chocolate bar inspired Dirty Gambit.

*Boom!* I bet you did not see that coming. But yeah, that’s how it happened.

The unraveling of the plot was a bit more complex than that, as any author will tell you. Wanting the chocolate bar led to thoughts about how to get it in my hand without losing my grip on all the other stuff. At one point, I actually contemplated grabbing it with my foot, like literally taking off my shoe and using my toes as fingers. I’m not proud of that, but that’s where I was in my life. That thought led to: Wow! I’m a sad individual. Long story short, I started thinking about the lengths people will go to, to get what they want and that’s how Lena came to mind.

Lena is a lot more different than my other girls. She’s had a hard past which left her being chased by the police and a mob boss. As a final act of desperation, she does the only thing she can think of, which is kidnapping her escape policy. The thing I love best about Lena and Jaxon is their bantering. He’s furious, but at the same time oddly intrigued by this crazy woman pointing a gun at his head. Lena, fighting off her guilt and attraction, just wants the whole thing to be over with already so she never has to worry about looking over her shoulder again. Did I mention the hot, steamy moments?

It’s definitely an interesting twist on the whole hostage situation. Lena has been an interesting anti-villain to write, so I really can’t wait to share her with you. Jaxon is just all manners of sexy and alpha.

eBooks:

For a girl with no family, no job and a rap sheet as long as her arm, eighteen-year-old Angelina Ramos never stood a chance at happiness. So, when her blood is found at the scene of a robbery that ends with three dead, Lena does the only thing a foster kid knows how to do — she runs. But she’s not going alone.

Jaxon Westwick has never met anyone as fierce, beautiful, or haunted as Lena . . . or as crazy. No one else has ever seduced him into handcuffs just to kidnap him, hold him hostage, and drag him clear across the country.

But Lena’s on a mission to find peace and nothing is going to stop her, not the cops, not the mob boss out for her blood, and definitely not her gorgeous hostage, no matter how he tempted her. After all, how could someone like her ever belong in a world as untainted as his?

If you haven’t, be sure to mark your calendar for March 29, 2019. You can even set an alarm, just to be safe. In the mean time . . .

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If you could get away with any crime, what would it be?

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