With all she'd been through, her skills at parkour and freerunning, for the top secret group within the CIA she was the perfect candidate. She would be trained to be an assassin's assassin. Until she began to question. Questions were dangerous.
All Nike wanted was to be 'real' again, whatever real was...
Ty Connor, ex-CIA, has just been named to head a new branch of Homeland Security. A fast-response group called the NIO.
For the first time Nike has a chance at redemption, and more...
If she dares to take it.
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I'd like to welcome the multi-published, very talented, Valerie Douglas. Today Valerie answers a few questions, and gives us a sneak peek into her latest Action Adventure release, Nike's Wings.
How long have you been an author?
Valerie: *grins* What's your definition? If it's how long have I been creating imaginary people and worlds, then forever. First published, two years.
*smiles back* Fantastic, what is your favorite genre?
Valerie: All of them. I'd like to try steampunk...
What is the biggest surprise you've discovered about the writing process?
Valerie: Marketing. The bloody marketing. No one told me I'd have to do so much of it.
*chuckles* I can sympathize with you there. Marketing can be tough and quite costly if you're not careful. Can you tell us about one of your works in progress?
Valerie: I've got the bones to sequels for The Coming Storm, and Heart Of The Gods, and started both. First one is epic fantasy and wizard wars, second is either Ince or Southeastern Island Gods. I can't wait to find out which!
Sounds intriguing, now let's move on to some fun questions. If you had a warning label, what would it say?
Valerie: Contents can explode without warning.
Thanks for the heads up, although I can certainly relate. *rubs hands together* Now, if you had the chance to meet one of your characters privately, who would it be, and what would you do?
Valerie: Oh, there's sooooo much potential for trouble there. But, probably Elon of Aerilann, i'd love to sit down and talk with him. The rest is none of anyone's business. *grins*
Ha ha ha, we'll just let our imaginations sweep us away with our very own favorite hero's and heroine's then. Damn, the temptation is too good sometimes. *clears throat* okay then, back to reality again.
Thank you Valerie for stopping by today and taking the time to allow us to get to know you a little better, and thank you readers, and followers for showing your support. For those of you interested in learning more about Valerie and her work her contacts are posted just below this action filled excerpt. Enjoy!
With only a split second to assess, to judge, Nike leaped out into the space between the buildings, caught the ledge of the balcony of the opposite building then sprang off of it to catch the one across the way, used it as a launching pad to leap to the next building.
It was her against concrete and steel. Elemental. Her body, her reflexes, her sense of herself in space as she twisted, turned to put her feet here, to leap there, to spring to that place. She dove and rolled across the roof of the next building, leaped to her feet and ran for the roof of the next, stretching her body's limits to the maximum but not beyond. Knowing her capabilities, she pushed them but didn't overreach, maintaining the balance between body and mind.
Her muscles flexed, stretched, locked, held as she caught the railing of the stairway, shot her feet between the top and middle rungs. Her back arched as she shot through, snagged the railing a level up as her feet pushed off a wall to vault her up and over the railing. Nailing the landing, she raced up the stairs to the roof.
She needed this, needed the balance of mind, body and spirit parkour gave her, the pure physicality of free-running Capoeira. They weren't all the same. Similar but different. They all kept her sane, held her demons at bay by exhausting both the mind and the body.
Catching the lip of the next roof, she planted her feet on the wall and sprang from it to the lower balcony of the one from which she'd just jumped, pushed off from that and dropped to the balcony below it so it appeared she jumped from one to the other across the abyss between the buildings. She leaped into space, tucked her body into a somersault so she hit the small patch of grass with her shoulder and rolled to her feet to leap the poor excuse for artwork abandoned in this desolate section of town.
She was aware fo the helicopter in the distance. Very aware.
~Author Jennifer Labelle~