Inquisition Series Book 2
Author: Ellen Mint
Genre: Romance Suspense
Release Date: 23rd October 2018
About the Book:
Hot soldier + brilliant doctor = a thrilling romance in the desert heat.
Stand-alone second book in the series begun by Undercover Siren
Doctor Mae Jones had no idea when she agreed to assist the army in vaccinating children half-way around the world what she’d face. She didn’t sign up for a sexy British officer trailing her every move, his giddy smile and sunshine good-looks distracting her. Nor did she expect the sudden rebel attacks and bullets flying while she attempts to try to cure an unexplainable virus about to threaten the whole world. It’s up to her to try and stop a war before it even begins while she keeps falling for this man who’s her total opposite in every way but the heart.
In the second entry of the Inquisition series, this stand-alone novel presents Alistair Young. For those tired of the alpha who want someone sweet as cotton candy, Alistair is your man. Easy on the eyes, and light on the heart — he’s prone to cracking jokes and playing card games with the sick kids. For all his easy-going ways he knows how dangerous growing close to the new genius doctor can be, but he can’t look away either.
1: Tell us a little about yourself and what got you in to writing?
My name is Ellen Mint and my background is in microbiology, specifically genetics. I married a food scientist so we’re the kind of people who compare molds you find on bread. We are also big into Halloween and often craft our own props. Just this year I made my own mermaid corpse for the yard.
I got into writing professionally in perhaps the nerdiest way possible. There was a short story contest for a video game where the winner was rewarded with a sword. Taking a shot, I wound up winning in my category. The sword’s still on my wall and I realized that I could create something people enjoy.
2: Do you have a favourite time and place where you write?
Kitchen table, late afternoon and after seven. I’ve found that I’ve gotten my writing time and place so ingrained that if I don’t have a new project to tackle I feel lost. It’s become an addiction.
3: Where do your ideas come from?
Joe, the idea gremlin that lives in my basement. He can be useful, but you have to sort through a lot of crap and never feed him after midnight. He keeps bringing up this Son of the Krampus idea that I might have to write to get him to stop.
4: Do you have a plan in your head of where the story is going before you start writing or do you let it carry you along as you go?
I like to work through scenes before I put them to keyboard. This is where my dog helps, her daily walks are a great time to play them out in my head. This helps me to slot scenes into the overall arc of the book itself. However, those scenes almost never play out exactly how I planned. Characters have a nasty habit of doing what they want.
5: What genre are your books and what drew you to that genre?
Romantic Suspense. The romance because goofy guys, quiet warriors, and general dorks are my jam and I want to put more heroes like that out into the world. I’m not an alpha-hero person. All of my heroes would never be called cocky.
The suspense part because I get bored easily and like to have lives on the line. When in doubt, add in a stabbing to spice things up.
6: What dream cast would you like to see playing the characters in your latest book?
For Alistair, the goofy soldier, Robert Buckley from iZombie. For Mae, the genius doctor, Denée Benton from The Great Comet of 1812.
7: Do you read much and if so who are your favourite authors?
See question 9
8: What book/s are you reading at present?
See question 9
9: What is your favourite book and why?
The Count of Monte Cristo. I know, I know, a doorstopper classic. But what I adore about it is how the Count himself is an agent not of chaos but karma. While his plans are elaborate to the point of farce, every one of the downfalls comes about because of those who wronged him. Their own sins are what he uses to damn them, thereby getting revenge not only for himself but the other people they hurt.
10: What advice would you give for someone thinking about becoming a writer?
It’s incredibly lonely at times, so get yourself a support group. Have not only a beta reader, but someone who will cheer you on through it. Network, network, network. Also, invest in a really comfy cushion for your bum. When you’re struggling to get into a scene, having to sit in a hard chair will not help.
11: What are the best Social Media Sites for people to find out about you and your work?
You can find my books on my Amazon Site, or my own website. I’m also on Bookbub, Twitter, and Tumblr.
Mae stretched her arms over her back and tried to crack her neck. After digging into her eyes a moment she glanced back at her barely silent partner, “Tell me we’re finished.”
The captain’s smile resumed, not that it ever dimmed much. “Yeah, once the sun’s heading down, it’s over. How are you holding up?”
Her legs ached and her butt was going numb. Not that she was going to tell him that. Not as if he could assist in any way. Stop staring. “Good,” Mae settled for being the not-complaining doctor. With no work ahead of her, her stomach chose that moment to rise from its destitute state. “Hungry though.”
“I’ve got an idea. Uh, give me a few to clear things,” he moved to step out of his imposed corner. In the tight space of a room crammed with a medical table, her examination desk chair, and the fridge, there wasn’t much room left. Alistair’s warm shoulder accidentally grazed against Mae’s. She gulped at the contact, absently rubbing it when he slid out the door.
“Should I do anything to prepare?” Mae called to him.
Alistair turned to look over his shoulder, “Maybe get into something more comfortable?” Her eyes shot open wide and he gasped, “I didn’t mean. Uh, not like that that! Just, you won’t need your lab coat. If you want a t-shirt or…” he rubbed a hand over his head, mussing up the tall hair, “never mind. Do whatever you want. Meet you by the tents in five.”
With that, he dashed away, his cheeks a fiery red. She hated to even think it, but his bumbling was sort of adorable. Really adorable.
Oh, come on, Mae. He’s a random grunt in the army. A random grunt with a delectable British accent, a body carved by the gods of old, and a smile brighter than the sun.
About the Author:
Ellen Mint adores the adorkable heroes who charm with their shy smiles and heroines that pack a punch. She recently won the Top Ten Handmaid’s Challenge on Wattpad where hers was chosen by Margaret Atwood herself. Along with her husband and black lab, she spends a lot of time with her skeletons — don’t worry, they’re just Halloween props.