Here are the men of EDGE in order of appearance so as not to show any favoritism.
Tom - Cache's poodle of an editor. He is a fish out of water, but he is dressed impeccably for whatever may come his way. Not a bad guy, yet, a little too full of himself. Luckily, Alaska has a way of poking holes in him. Successful New York editor concerned more with his comforts and his material possession than people. Whatever it takes, could be his mission statement.
Ramsey - Crusty old Alaskan sourdough. Lives off the land, and like any sourdough he likes his privacy. Though he does show up a lot at the lodge, bumming a meal here and there. The man is full of surprises, and he has not only an agenda, but serious secrets.
Kupusk - Ramsey's Siberian husky with a little extra thrown in. Scruffy, worse for the wear like his owner. He's seen a few bears in his time and been mauled pretty well by one. One blue eye, and one brown with only one good ear left.
Sergei - Guide and handyman. Russian, sexy, mysterious, and skilled. His Russian accent, dark shoulder-length hair, and European features make him a favorite with the ladies—and a few of the men—who visit the lodge. Those of you who have read BEARING ALL already know Sergei very well. BEARING ALL is a sequel to EDGE. I know, not in order, but what are you going to do? Sometimes the muse speaks and one must listen.
Quentin - Nicole's ten-year-old son and Mel's nephew. Under the go-with-the-flow and willing-to-try-anything attitude, he hides a tender heart. He also has an inner outdoorsman his mother was never aware of.
David and Jonah - Father and son and guests at the lodge. First trip since David's wife and Jonah's mother died of breast cancer. David is venturing out and beginning to live again, liking the looks of Nicole, while Jonah is still very quiet, but pairing him up with Quentin helps him learn how to venture a bit.
The Whitneys - An elderly couple celebrating their second honeymoon on The Edge.
Garrett - Alaskan Wildlife Trooper and Mel's friend with benefits. Former SEAL. Dangerous, sexy, and I have a bit of a crush on him, which is why he gets his own story in HOOKED--bonus material at the end of EDGE.
The Big Bad - I can't say any more or I'll give away too much. Just know that whoever this is, there are no good intentions to be had, which is why I labeled him or her the big bad.
Again, I don't have a scene that shows this many men so I had to pick one to highlight. I had to go with Tom. A fish out of water character is just plain fun to write in a place like Alaska. So here is Tom with a little bit of Sergei. Also, don't you just LOVE the full jacket that is on the print book of EDGE!
Mel sat on her bed, her feet up on a pillow and a sketch book open on a new quilt design when a knock sounded on her bedroom door. She’d been looking forward to a quiet evening and maybe an early bedtime.
She hadn’t slept much the night before and the day had been long. She hollered for the person to enter, hoping it wasn’t Cache, needing a breather. She’d let things go too far with him.
Sergei poked his head in, his expression pinched. “Ve have a problem. Better come.”
She threw on a sweatshirt. The storm had passed but the temperatures were still chilly. Mel followed Sergei into the kitchen and stopped short when she saw Tom sitting at the table, moaning. “Hells bells. You’d better find Linnet.” She was better at the nursing than Mel.
“Couldn’t. Is why I fetched you.”
“You checked her room?” she asked. Sergei nodded. “What about the sauna?”
He flushed as though he didn’t want to, but left to see if he could locate her there anyway.
“I need a goddamn hospital,” Tom wailed. He’d been doing a sniffling-whining thing when she entered. Not that she blamed him. His hands and arms were pierced with porcupine quills, and his face and neck were dotted with angry welts.
“What happened?” she asked. He’d probably mind if she took his picture, but no one would believe her retelling of this without evidence.
“I headed up the bank toward the lodge when I was besieged by this swarm of micro killer bugs. They were
diving for my eyes, my nose, and ears. I tried to out run them and fell into a huge bush of needles.”
Mel bit the insides of her cheeks. “You fell onto a porcupine.” Bush of needles, priceless.
“Oh God, these are from an animal.” He held up his pin cushion hands. “I need medical attention!”
At one time or other, we have all been a fish out of water. I'd love to hear some of your experiences.