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What’s your name?
Colton Stone. Colt for short
What do you look like?
I’m 6’7, 265 pounds, I’m an athlete, so I stay pretty fit. My hair’s pretty red and people think my eyes are the color of fire whiskey, whatever that means.
What time period does your story take place?
It’s summer of 2020
occupation?
tight end
you any good at it?
If you haven’t heard of me, you live on Pluto.
I love it. I am thirty-six though, so it might be time to move on soon.
Morgan?
was incredible. You should’ve seen her. She’s like what, 5’3 and a hundred
pounds soaking wet, but she got so pissed at us for hitting her friend with a
football. It didn’t matter that it was an accident. She was all hellfire and
yappy, like a Chihuahua. I’m not gonna lie, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve
ever met.
man’s a knob. He got hurt when he was in high school. You know the story, the
All-American that has a promising career ahead of him, then he gets hurt and
becomes bitter. Andrew Stone…my dad. Since mom died, he has a way of using her
to hurt me, sayin’ shit like she’d be disappointed in my choices. I actually
became what he wanted to be himself and he can’t stand it. Anyway, I don’t see
a lot of him. Usually he calls when he doesn’t like how I played in a game, and
shows up only when he wants to impart useless bit of wisdom.
habit?
bad habit I guess, but it’s my temper. I can always tell when I’ve scared the
shit outta the player opposite me on the line. They like shrink somehow. One
guy even told the paper that my eyes actually lit on fire. What a tool. I guess
you can say my temper’s gotten me in some trouble from time to time. All you
got to know is play me straight and I’ll play you the same. Say shit that isn’t
true, don’t work hard on the field or generally piss me off, and we’re gonna
have a problem.
Why do you think your author chose to write about you?
life has been pretty different from most people’s reality. I’ve worked hard to
be here and I think she recognizes I’m ready to make some changes in my life. I
can’t deny how Jeny see’s me. I can’t pretend that my way’s the best way
anymore. I’m hoping that Lilly can help me with that. Lilly and the kids, the
little shits. I’m glad Jeny’s told my story, our story. I think people will
like it. What happened to us, to me, well you just can’t make that shit up.
thank Amber and all of you for this amazing opportunity to share Colt with you.
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Colton
Stone is a newly traded tight end whose reputation is as battered as his
football helmet. When he receives a vacation invitation from his new teammates,
he accepts. There he collides with Dr. Lillian Morgan, a pediatric
cardiovascular surgeon, and doesn’t know what to think.
A
widow with two children, Lilly is looking forward to her friends’ wedding. When
she meets Colton Stone, his arrogant attitude only makes her long for the love
she took for granted. Lilly struggles between letting go of her perfect past
for an uncertain future.
Strange
events occur, out of the realm of normal consciousness. When black energy
touches their world Colt and Lilly become the pawns of the immortal Greek gods.
Is the love developing between them natural, or part of a larger prophecy?
Lilly
looked down at the football, lying prone and guilty in the sand, as realization
hit her.
“Oh
my God, Que! Are you okay?”
She
examined Que’s head and neck checking for injuries, with rapid authority. A
small goose egg already formed just above her right temple. A tiny cut opened
in her eyebrow, from her broken sunglasses now laying in the sand, causing a small
bead of blood to well up.
Used
to the recklessness of her son and his friends regarding the sport, Lilly
turned, gearing up for an impressive tongue lashing to teenagers.
“What
in the hell…” she bellowed, turning around and smacking her face into the
sweaty muscular chest of a massive redhead. Refusing to let the fourteen-inch
height difference and the hundred and sixty pounds of additional weight
intimidate her, Lilly balled her small fists on her hips, shifted her gaze up,
and narrowed her eyes.
“What
in the hell is the matter with you? You’re on a crowded beach with a bunch of
young children and families. You’re a grown-ass man. Can’t you catch a
football?” When he stared down at her in fascinated disbelief, she continued.
“There is a wide-open park just over there,” she said, stabbing her finger in
the general vicinity. “Maybe you and your little friends”— she looked over at
all the massive men in his group, but continued undaunted—“should go over there
and pull your heads out of your asses.”
Award-winning
author, Jeny Heckman, was born in Bellingham, Washington, and was the youngest
of two daughters. She met her husband, Jeff, in August 1992, and eloped three
months later, at Magen’s Bay, on St. Thomas, U.S.V.I.
She
wrote her first book, the Catch, in a
few short months but took several years before she gained the courage to
self-publish it at her son’s urging, and her love for writing began.
In
2018, Jeny knew her next project would be a series that showed adults could
have adventures in the paranormal-fantasy genre too. So, she created the Heaven & Earth series, a story
of doomed Greek gods and their only salvation, their modern-day descendants.
Her first book of the series, the Sea
Archer, was immediately picked up by the New York publishing house, the Wild Rose Press, and won, “Best in
Category” from the 2018 Chanticleer International Book Awards.
In
the year 2020, Jeny released, Dancing
Through Tears, a short story from the anthology, Australia Burns: Volume Two, highlighting the Route 91 massacre
from the perspective of one family at the concert, and at Mandalay Bay. She
also intends to release, the Warrior’s
Progeny, and Dee’s Cornucopia, in
2020, continuing the Heaven & Earth
Series.
Washington State with her husband of over twenty-eight years.
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