Where Do You Get Your Ideas?
This is the most asked question of authors, especially suspense, thriller, and mystery authors.
My ideas come from many different places such as movies, conversations and experiences to name a few.
Occasionally, an idea smacks me in the side of the head. Such is the case with a book I'm working on, a supernatural mystery. The idea came from a terrifying dream—the perfect scenario for the story's villain, a serial killer.
I don’t always use ideas right away. I keep an “idea” folder on my computer and it grows every day. When I'm ready to start a new book I scan the contents and bang a plot begins to emerge.
I watch the news, read the paper, and search the Internet looking for interesting stories that make me ask the question, “What if?”
The story evolved after Clonaid (a company founded by the religious sect called the Raelians which views cloning as the first step in achieving immortality) announced the birth of Eve, the “first human clone” in 2002 using the similar technique to clone, Dolly the Sheep.
About 160 nations in the world have yet to outlaw the birth of human clones and others are allowing the creation of human clones as long as they are not put into a woman’s womb (how do we know they aren't implanted?) thus, REFLECTION was born.
Florida investigative reporter, Whitney Steel, has lived in the shadow of her legendary father long enough. To prove herself she needs to find the “Big” story.
She found it.
Now it may kill her.
After Whitney receives a lead pointing to the world's first cloned human, now a small child, she vows to unravel the truth. However, sifting through the facts proves to have dangerous results, including death threats and murder.
When Whitney is nearly killed, but is saved by undercover FBI Special Agent, Blake Neely, he refuses to let her get in the way of his own objective—at least not right away.
Caught in a lethal game between a billionaire obsessed with genetic perfection, his hit man’s thirst for retribution, and a Colombian drug lord fresh out of prison determined to make Blake pay for his twin brother’s death over a decade ago...
Can they save an innocent child before it’s too late?
Faced with tough choices, with deadly consequences for many—Whitney soon realizes that sometimes a story becomes more than just a story.
Under the awning shading the Pink Flamingo Club’s patio, Whitney took a sip of
her lime daiquiri, and couldn’t help notice the way the mid-afternoon sunlight
brutally magnified every line on Mason’s tanned face.
“Of all the reporters in Panama City, let alone Florida, why me? We cut our
ties years ago.” And our losses, she wanted to say, but didn’t.
“I know I can trust you.” His gaze darted across the street then back to her.
“Besides, we were married once. That should count for something.”
Whitney straightened. Anger coiled in the pit of her stomach. “Give me a
break. For a year and a half, I thought we were married. Too bad your girlfriends
didn’t know about our little legal arrangement.” Especially, your twenty something
“Damn it, Whitney. I didn’t ask you here to rehash our past.” He yanked a
monogrammed handkerchief from his jacket pocket and dabbed the sweat from his
forehead. “I need your help. I know why Carmen Lacey was murdered.”
Her eyes widened. Now they were getting somewhere. “You have my full
attention. Are we on the record?”
Mason shoved his empty glass aside. “Yes.”
Her heart thumped with anticipation. This story would be the topic du jour for
months. Her ratings at WBNN-TV would soar, and finally her colleagues would
take notice and treat her with the professional respect she deserved.
For the past twelve years, her colleagues said she’d had a free ride because of
her father, an award winning war correspondent, and her ex-husband’s political
connections. This time she’d prove them wrong.
She rummaged through her leather bag, placed her digital voice recorder on the
table and gave the record button a firm push. “For the record, Senator Bailey, did
you kill Carmen Lacey?”
“No.” He leaned back in the chair and loosened his pinstriped tie. “It’s true. I
was the last person to see her alive. But there’s more to this than you think.”
Brown eyes that once set her heart hammering now conveyed a chilling,
hollow look. Was it guilt? Desperation?
Uneasiness slid down her spine. She stopped the recorder. “Mason, you’re
scaring me. What the hell is going on? It’s been over three years since we last
spoke. Then, out of the blue, you beg me to meet with you today. I know the police
don’t believe you killed that woman.”
“But do you, Whitney? Do you believe I killed her? I need to know. It’s
Stunned by the urgency in his voice, she answered carefully. “Of course not.
You’re many things, but you’re not a killer.”
“Thank you. That means a lot to me.” He reached for his empty glass and
tapped his chunky gold ring against the side.
Whitney turned the recorder on again.
“Carmen was a scientist working for a biotech company in Nevada.
ShawBioGen. Heard of it?”
“Who hasn’t? They were one of the first to clone animals in the eighties.
Caused quite a stir. But I don't understand. What does that have to do with
He opened his mouth to answer.
The large window behind them dividing the patio from the main restaurant
I hope you enjoyed the excerpt. One lucky reader who comments on my blog will be randomly selected to win an eBook copy (.pdf format) of Reflection. Good luck!
REFLECTION is available at MuseItUp Publishing ( .pdf, .prc for Kindle, .epub for Sony/Nook and HTML ), Amazon and coming soon to other fine retailers. **Also available in paperback in late February.
Web Site: http://www.kimcresswell.ca