Jo Davis is back with a brand new book and that makes me a very happy reader! I fell in love with Jo's characters during her Firefighters of Station Five series and have been lobbying for a story for police officer Shane Ford since the moment he walked onto the page. I'm very happy to say that SWORN TO PROTECT, Jo's new book (out May 7 ) is Shane's story and wow, is it good! Jo recently answered some questions for me about Shane's book and her new Sugarland Blue series. ~PJ
Hi Jo! Welcome back to The Romance Dish! It’s been too long since we’ve seen your
smiling face around here. Congratulations
on the upcoming release of SWORN TO PROTECT, the first book in your new
Sugarland Blue series. Will you please
tell our readers what to expect from this book and the new series?
Hi PJ! Yes, it has been much too
long since I’ve visited, and I’m thrilled to be back!
The Sugarland Blue series is a
spinoff of my Firefighters of Station Five series, and is centered on the
Sugarland Police Department. It’s the stories of our brave men in blue, the
dangers they face, and the women who
love them. Each book is romance laced with plenty of suspense as our heroes
fight to put away the bad guys.
It was wonderful to return to Sugarland and catch up with a
few of our favorite characters from your Firefighters of Station Five series
while also meeting new ones who will feature prominently in the Sugarland Blue
series. Will you continue to interweave
characters from the two series in future books?
Yes. I love to keep old favorites in
view of the readers. Sugarland is a fully rounded community, firemen and police
often meeting at calls or off the job, and as such, it would be odd for me not
to include them working together.
I appreciated that their inclusion was so organic and not an obvious "Oh look! Here's a previous character update for your reading pleasure!"
Faithful Firefighters of Station Five readers (like me!)
have been waiting a long time for Shane Ford’s story (it was well worth the
wait!). What one thing would you like
our readers to know about Shane?
I’ve been getting requests for years
for Shane’s story, and I’m excited to finally bring it to readers! RT Book
Reviews calls Shane a “superhero without a cape” and that’s exactly what he is.
Shane is the epitome of what a man should be. He’s loyal, loves hard and plays
harder. He loves his godson Drew, and Daisy, and will move heaven and earth to
keep them safe.
Daisy is a terrific heroine – one of my favorites this
year. What would you like readers to
understand about Daisy?
Daisy loves kids, and troubled teens
in particular. Her job with the Sugarland PD is working as a juvenile officer,
helping those kids who are at risk to stay out of trouble. This woman has a
heart of gold, but she’s been hurt by Shane in the novella ARMED AND DANGEROUS. When book 1
begins, SWORN TO PROTECT, she’s not willing to let him hurt her again. Shane’s
got his work cut out for him to earn her trust.
I’ve never had a close relationship with a police officer
but your depiction of them, from the squad room to the pool room to a midnight
stake-out is exactly as I imagined it would be.
What kind of research did you do for this book?
Not too many people know that my
first husband was a police officer. I spent lots of weekends hanging out with
him and his cop friends, listening to their stories and learning the lingo. I
also spent a lot of time picking things up from him at home, and learned a ton
about laws, police procedure, and how their jobs really work. This was long
before I was an author, so who knew those life lessons would come in handy one
day?
I also have a personal friend, a
police detective, who helps me specifically with scenes or problems with my
series if I have questions. He’s invaluable, and it’s essential I get things
correct. (Hi, Jerry!) Any mistakes I make, though, are my own.
If writing these books puts you on the edge of your seat as
much as reading them does for me (I was up half the night finishing SWORN TO
PROTECT) then you must be flat worn out by the time you finish. How do you relax when you’re not holed up in
your writing cave? Hobbies? Favorite activities?
Selfishly, I’m not sorry I kept you
up half the night! LoL! But yes, I’m worn out when I finish a book. To relax,
my guilty pleasure is going to get a massage. There’s nothing like getting
those tired muscles worked for an hour or so to relieve the tension and help me
unwind. I also catch up on my reading, walking, shopping, and lunching with the
girlfriends.
Oh, massages! I so need one right about now!
You’ve recently moved into a new home. Congratulations! I’ve recently moved too and, though I’m
making progress, I’m still living in a sea of boxes. Any tips on settling in and making a new
house a home?
Thanks so much! I’ve enjoyed every
second of being in the new house, even unpacking. I’ve loved “nesting”, or
making it my own. My tip is start new with everything. Toss out the old junk,
right down to stuff like that half-used bottle of shampoo that’s starting to
form a crust. (Eww!) I stripped the old appliances in the kitchen and had them
replaced because they were damned near as old as me! It’s therapeutic, and so
much fun. Next stop is Bed, Bath, and Beyond for household pretties.
We must be on the same wave-length. Bed, Bath and Beyond is on my list of stops for today. Last week was Macy's for new towels and sheets. Got them on sale at a great price but the comfort of brand new sheets and towels is worth three times the price I paid!
What authors do you enjoy reading when you’re not busy
writing your own books?
I enjoy Jim Butcher, Stephen King,
John Sandford for the more mainstream escape. I also enjoy m/m romances by many
different authors.
What’s next?
SWORN TO PROTECT is out on May 7th!
Here’s the blurb:
Detective Shane Ford, Sugarland’s
favorite cop, has been blindsided by the sudden death of his best friend, NFL
star Brad Cooper, and becoming the legal guardian of Brad’s son, Drew—a bitter,
angry sixteen-year-old with a dangerous secret. Shane is
determined to pry the truth from Drew, but only manages to alienate
him—and winds up going head to head with Juvenile Detective Daisy Callahan,
whose job is to protect the teen’s best interests.
Shane has always been drawn
to Daisy’s beauty and strength, but he’s determined not to allow
their intense attraction to interfere with his duty ever again. It’s a
vow that will prove difficult to keep, as the realities of Shane and
Daisy’s blossoming love and their growing bond with the grieving teen propel
Shane headlong into danger for the new family he’s sworn to protect.
I also have a 3-part e-novella
series coming out later this year that I can’t say much about yet. It’s
contemporary romance. Stay tuned for more information!
After that is HUNTER’S HEART (Alpha Pack #4) writing as J.D. Tyler, coming in
September. This is Ryon Hunter’s story, and I’m very excited about this one.
It’s a “predator” story, if you will. The most chilling danger to the team is
the monster they can’t see coming…
Thanks, Jo! It’s been
a pleasure hosting you today. I wish you
all the best with your new series. It’s
off to a great start with SWORN TO PROTECT.
I can’t wait to see what comes next!
Thank you for having me here today!
It’s been great to be back!
Do you have a question for our readers today?
Question: Who is your
favorite movie or TV cop/detective/FBI agent of all time? What was the name of
their character and the show?
Jo is giving a signed copy of SWORN TO PROTECT to one randomly chosen person who leaves a comment on today's blog. (U.S. addresses only please)
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SWORN TO
PROTECT Excerpt from Chapter 1
Copyright
Jo Davis, 2013
All Rights
Reserved, Penguin Group, USA
“It’s way too damned
quiet around here.”
Several other cops
groaned and a couple of them shot Taylor Kane the death glare. Shane Ford just
smirked, getting more comfortable with his booted feet propped on his desk and
crossed at the ankles.
His cousin,
Christian Ford, a recent transplant from the Dallas, Texas PD, wadded up a
sheet of paper and launched it at Taylor’s
face. “Thanks a lot for jinxin’ us, dipshit,” he drawled. “Even the dumbest
rookie knows better than to let the Q word
pass his lips.”
Taylor slapped a file onto his desk with a grimace
of disgust. “I’m just sayin’ I’m sick of investigating vandalism and stolen
bicycles, that’s all. It’s a waste of my rather large and brilliant brain—shut
up, Chris.” At the other man’s snort, he threw the paper wad back, missing his
target.
“Hey, there’s a lot
of money to be had fencing bikes,” Shane said, crossing his arms over his
chest. “And a crime is a crime.”
“I know, but it’s boring. Since Jesse Rose and his bunch
got shut down last year, nothing exciting has happened around here,” their friend
griped. “I’m about to lose my frickin’ mind.”
Shane suppressed a
shudder. Jesse Rose was a homeland terrorist that had planned to blow up their
fine city of Sugarland, Tennessee, and had damned near succeeded. A
Sugarland Fire Dept. captain by the name of Sean Tanner, along with Shane and
the entire police force, had been instrumental in stopping the bastard just in
time. Tanner had since been promoted to battalion chief, and it was a
well-deserved honor as far as Shane was concerned.
Another new hire,
Tonio Salvatore, spoke up. “That case Shane and Daisy solved last month was
pretty exciting . . .” An uncomfortable silence fell over the room. “What?
What’d I say?”
Shane’s good mood
did a belly flop and curdled in his stomach. It always did whenever someone
mentioned Daisy Callahan’s name and the case that had almost gotten them both
killed. Or worse, when he was forced to exchange polite, professional
conversation with the stunning blond juvenile officer. Especially when all he
wanted to do was bend her over the nearest flat surface and fuck her until she
screamed his name.
Yeah, their
passionate affair hadn’t been such a great idea before, and that fact hadn’t
changed.
Easing his legs off
the desk, he studied the other officers’ faces. Most reflected curiosity, the
barely disguised desire to pry. So, they didn’t really know, just likely suspected. Chris was the only one who
knew, and it seemed he’d kept his promise not to say anything to the others.
Their friends were merely attuned to the sudden tension that snapped like a
rubber band whenever Shane and Daisy were mentioned in the same sentence, or
the two of them were in a room together.
Shane wasn’t about
to satisfy their avid curiosity.
“Our lack of
excitement means nobody has been murdered,” Shane said dryly, sidestepping the
reference to him and Daisy. “Let’s not borrow trouble.”
“Too late for that.”
Their captain, Austin Rainey, swiped a trickle of sweat from his rugged face
with one hand as he approached. “Goddamn, this heat is already bad enough to
poach an egg and it’s not even spring yet.”
Shane studied the
man’s grayish pallor. Austin
wasn’t just his supervisor, he was a good friend who’d been through a rough
time in the last couple of years. The man’s bitch of a wife was really putting
him through the ringer lately. Shane feared for his health, as did the men and
women who respected and loved him.
“You okay, Cap?”
Shane asked him. “It’s February and it’s not that hot in here. You’re not
looking so good.”
Austin waved off his concern as usual and addressed
his detectives. “We’ve got a body in the gulley out on 49. White male, no ID,
shot once in the back of the head, execution-style.” He shot Taylor a baleful glare. “Since you’re so
fucking bored, you can take this one with Shane. Oh, and you can do all the
reports, too.”
Taylor grimaced as a few others snickered. “Thanks a
million, Cap.”
“Don’t mention it.
Get the lead out, Eden
and the FU are already on their way.”
Shane had to smile a
little at that—Eden and the FU, as though they were a rock group. But it was
appropriate since Nashville’s
taciturn medical examiner and the Sugarland PD’s forensic investigations unit
sort of went together, like a guitar and strings. Though they were employed by
separate entities, they worked toward the common goal of finding and analyzing
clues that would help the police locate and apprehend the bad guys.
And then there was
the shortening of FIU to FU, which one of the uniformed officers had jokingly
said stood for “Fuck U” because the science geeks thought they were smarter
than a bunch of cops.
“On it.” Taylor grabbed a set of
keys off his desk and jingled them, looking at Shane. “I’ll drive.”
As they headed out,
Shane fell into step beside him. “Happy now? You got the murder you wanted, and
a messy one, too.”
The other man
shrugged. “I’m not happy someone bought it, but it happens.”
“You like solving
the puzzle. A lot of us do.” That might seem strange or morbid to some, but to
them, the need to make the pieces fit, the satisfaction they felt when they were
successful, was normal.
“For me, the
seemingly random pieces are more like snippets of a story, and aren’t usually
random at all,” Taylor
said thoughtfully. “The body is the last chapter, and I have to read the story
backwards to find out what led up to it.”
“Never thought of it
like that before, like reading a book in reverse.”
He pondered that as
they pushed outside and the humidity hit them, shrouding them like a steaming,
wet bed sheet. But that wasn’t the only reason he suddenly felt as though he was
suffocating.
Daisy Callahan was
striding purposefully up the steps to the precinct, and all the spit dried up
in Shane’s mouth at the sight of her. Like the other detectives, himself
included, she wore street clothes consisting of dark pants and a casual shirt,
a holstered gun and badge at her hip, but there the similarities ended. Blond
hair was pulled back into a ponytail, emphasizing an angular face adorned with
little makeup, large blue eyes and a wide mouth. The woman was a long, tall
drink of water on a scorching day, five feet, ten inches of lean muscle and
confident stride that should have made her seem mannish except she was anything
but.
Her breasts were
full, and he knew from experience how they spilled over a man’s hands, ripe and
tasty. He knew how smooth her skin was, how small her waist just above the
slight flare and curve of womanly hips. How toned those long thighs were, just
how fantastic they looked wrapped around his waist as he—
“Earth to Shane?”
He blinked, becoming
aware that he and Taylor had stopped in front of Daisy. Taylor had greeted her
and they’d exchanged a few words, and now they were both regarding him with two
completely different expressions—Taylor
with amusement and Daisy with a polite detachment he’d grown to hate.
Completely my fault. I’m a first class jerk.
“I’m sorry, what?”
He hoped his smile gave no indication of just how desolate he felt inside.
Given the unnatural tightness of his face, he suspected he’d failed.
“You guys caught the
body out on I-49?” Her look was cool, appraising.
“Word travels fast
as always,” he said, striving to keep his tone even. “Yeah, we’re headed out
there now.”
She made a face.
“You and half the county, no doubt. Good luck, once the news people decipher
the dispatch that went out on the scanner. I figure you’ve got an hour, tops,
before the real madness hits.”
“Shit, we’d better
make tracks.” But he couldn’t get his feet to move. Daisy turned to go, and on
impulse, he called after her. “Wait!”
She blinked at him,
surprise causing the mask to slip. “What is it?”
“Can I . . . have a
word with you?” He sent a pointed look at Taylor, who nodded and walked toward
the parking lot. Thankfully without comment.
Once he was out of
earshot, his former lover gazed at Shane coolly. “Is there something about the
case that you couldn’t say in front of Taylor?”
“Of course not.” He
ran a hand through his hair. Never had he felt more awkward around a woman, and
it was his own fault. “Dammit, I hate this weird distance between us.”
“Really?” She gave
an incredulous laugh. “That’s funny, considering distance is exactly what you
wanted. And lots of it. Which I gave you.” Her last words were clipped. Angry.
“We were friends
before and I ruined that. You’ll never know how sorry I am,” he said quietly.
The blunt edge of
growing hostility disappeared as quickly as it had begun to form, and her face
softened. “Me, too. But I guess I can’t blame our failure solely on you. I’m
the dumbass who slept with a friend—a fellow cop—and I should’ve damned well
known better. So, lesson learned.”
A raw lump formed in
his throat and he spoke with difficulty. “I’d like to think we’re still friends. Or can be again.” He
waited, but she didn’t let him off the hook. “Want to grab a beer after work
sometime? Or coffee? I’m free Sunday—”
“Stop.” Looking
away, she regained tight control of the abject misery that had flashed across
her beautiful features. “Just stop, okay? I’m not there yet. Maybe I won’t be,
either. And if not, that’s a loss we’ll both have to own, and move on.”
Oh, God. The stab to
his gut was sharp. Powerful. Had he honestly thought she’d forgive him, and
they’d simply go back to the place they had been? Somehow, he mastered the
unexpected pain and managed a sad, lopsided smile.
“I suppose we will
at that.” He glanced toward where Taylor
stood by the car, studying them with undisguised interest. “Better go.”
“Let me know what
you find,” she said, all business again. “I doubt it’ll overlap with any of my
cases, but you never know.”
“You bet.”
Before Shane could
say anything more, she turned and walked into the building without a backward
glance. As though they’d never been anything to each other at all.
Which was how he’d
wanted it. Right?
