It's my pleasure to welcome author Rita Henuber to the Killer Fiction blog today. Rita writes about extraordinary women and the men they love. Her
book Under Fire is about a Coast Guard helicopter pilot, Olivia Carver, who is on
a very personal mission. Her twin brother, an undercover officer, was murdered
by a drug cartel and she won't stop until she finds the man responsible for his
death.
In the course of her own investigation, Olivia meets informant
Rico Cortes. He's mysterious and sexy and despite her reservations, the two
share a night of passion. But Rico turns out to be more than a one-night stand.
He's a DEA agent, deep undercover in Miami's drug world, and possibly the one
man who can help Olivia find the justice she seeks.
Rico realizes his cover is blown, he isn't sure whether it was
someone in the cartel or an inside agent. Olivia is the only one he can trust
and together they venture on a dangerous, rogue mission to infiltrate a drug
lord's inner circle…with Olivia as bait.
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Coincidence? Fate? Signs?
I believe in the saying, there are no coincidences. I
think random events come together to build the structure of our lives. I LOVE
it when an author weaves coincidences in a story. This is a common thread to
the books I write. Why? It's happened to me so many times I have to included it in my books. I
wouldn't be a published author today if a series of ugly events hadn't brought
me to my knees. I withdrew and read. Something I hadn’t been able to do in 10
years. Then I thought, I can do this. I
can write a book. I started writing the stories swirling in my head. If
these those ugly events hadn't happened to me I wouldn’t be here today. Coincidence?
Fate?
It's not just me, I’ve seen it happen to people around me. A
woman, 50, a man 53, the sweetest and nicest people you'd ever want to meet, neither
ever married, two grades apart in high school in a small town. In the same
social groups for close to 30 years begin dating. In less than two years they married.
I might add- mind bendingly, happily married. 14 months into the marriage, she collapses
and is diagnosed with a fast-growing brain cancer. The doctors said she
probably had it for 3 to 4 years with no symptoms. Are you doing the math? She
was gone in five months. With all seriousness, she made her husband promise
that after a suitable amount of terrible mourning he would get on with his life,
marry and have a hell of a good time. He also had to promise not to let his
family use him the way they had before they married. You see, he was the
unmarried guy who did everything for everybody. He did find someone else and
moved 1000 miles away. He is extremely happy. Fate?
Another woman I know, unhappily married, was on her way to
meet another man to engage in an affair. She was in a horrific car accident.
Pinned inside the car when it caught fire. A man freed her and disappeared into
the night. No one knew who he was. Five years later, divorced, at a party she heard
a man telling the story of how he'd pulled a woman from a car accident. Yep.
They got together and were married.
My husband and I first met when I was 14 and he was 16. Or,
so I thought. Several years after we were married he recounted an incident. I
was 9ish and he was 12. His family had rented a home in my neighborhood, a block
from my house. There was an altercation between neighborhood kids. My cousins,
others boys, myself, against another group of boys. I was the only girl. Future
hubs was the oldest and tallest. I was already swinging and he grabbed me from
behind and dragged me away. I was livid. Kicking and hollering. He wouldn't let
go. I'd totally forgotten it, but he hadn't. He recounted everything vividly,
even some of the things I said. He told me he pulled me out so I wouldn't get
hurt.
Do you remember the Apollo 13 events? If you don't perhaps you saw the movie. The lunar mission
was aborted after an oxygen tank exploded crippling the service module. The
original pilot Ken Mattingly, was grounded after exposure to German measles and
replaced by Jack Swigert. Mattingly did not come down with the measles and was
the leading force in jury-rigging the space capsule to get the crew safely back
to earth. Many believe if Mattingly had been aboard the outcome of that mission
would have been very different.
M.
Night Shyamalan wrote and directed a movie called Signs. Some say it’s about
crop circles and aliens. NOT! It’s about
SIGNS. Ergo the name. M. Night say he
truly believes in signs. Coincidences. The movie is loaded with them.
I
enjoy a book loaded with signs, coincidences, and unorthodox meetings. Do you?
10 comments:
I love symbols and subtle signs and metaphors. They add a deeper, almost subconscious layer to writing.
I can't really think of any coincidences, or synchronicity, at this moment, but I'm sure there are some. I do like to use them in writing, although you really have to set them up so it won't seem like a convenient plotting method to get you out of a bind. :)
I love signs. Once was unsure about a car purchase until I saw the temporary tag they put on her; our anniversary. We called that care Annie until she died.
If I really try I can turn everything into a ‘sign.’ Although the anniversary date was a blaring, blinking, neon one as far as I’m concerned.
Great post, Rita. I believe things happen for a reason. We might not understand why, until much. later.
My DH and I met three times throughout our lives before everything fell into place and we became one. Best thing that ever happened to me, but I wonder if I hadn't gone through the trails I did, we might've never have become that one.
Autimnm, I can tell you stories so farfetched they are hard to believe but, none the less they happened. I also believe everything happens for a reason. How we deal and if we learn from it is what is important.
Oh, Rita, some of those stories give me goosebumps. Especially loved hearing about you and your husband:)
I certainly do believe in fate, signs and little nudges from our Creator. I've had lots of coincedence in my writing career so that I believe nothing was a fluke. I may prove to be a fluke I supppose, but that I got to where I am now...no fluke.
My husband and I met when I was 13 and he was 14. I remember it so well, and every single day through the ups and downs of the complicated life we live, I love him more and more. Sometimes God lets you find your true love early on. Don't know why, but we've done great things together, namely our two sons.
Nice post, Rita :)
Bev it was a goosbump moment for me writing it.
Liz I think we all needs tyo slow down and be more aware of what we're being offered in those nudges. In our haste to get to our destination are we missing a lot of signs?
Big grin on my face thinking about you and hubs.
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