Two worlds collide when an airplane goes down in the wilds of Alaska. Nora Kavendash, a retired software developer, finds herself taking care of a mysterious woman with amnesia who she soon nicknames 4B. Weather and rugged terrain work against them as they wait for rescue and Nora worries about a package she must deliver as a matter of life and death. When help finally arrives, it seems everything was somehow simpler when it was just the two of them against the unknown. Life sweeps in and threatens to break the tenuous tie the two women have forged, and 4B is faced with discovering who she really is. More importantly, they both learn that it’s impossible to run from yourself.
I was a flight between Seattle, Washington and Denver, Colorado when the idea for Chasing Mercury came to me. Usually, I read or write when I'm flying, but on that flight I spent a lot of time looking out the window thinking about all of the wooded and uninhabited terrain below us, which naturally lead to questions about how long it would take for rescue to arrive if we were to crash land, how long would a 747 glide, what were the chances of surviving a place crash in the mountains, did all air planes have homing beacons, etc. You know, normal thoughts of a dark mind with a technical aptitude. And because I write romance novels, I decided that I could write all of that into a nice romance novel! This scene is when Nora realizes she just survived an air plane crash.
Once, when I was a kid, my parents took us on a camping trip near Lake Tahoe. My sister, brother, and I slept in the tent and my parents slept in the camper shell that was installed on the back of my step-dad's sweet 1972 El Camino. In the middle of the night one night, I woke up to something pushing the side of the tent into the top of my head. There was a bad smell and snorting, too. I thought it was one of our dogs who we had left out to roam the woods, because that's what you did when you were camping with your dogs in the 70's. I swatted at the tent and told Sirus to get away and went right back to sleep. The next morning when we woke up, our camp site was trashed and our metal Coleman cooler was torn open and mangled. A bear had visited us and had taken all of our food, condiments and all. It had even eaten an entire carton of cigarettes. I count us all lucky that the bear hadn't come into the tent. Especially since I had a half eaten package of beef jerky and a box of red vines under my pillow.
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