Linnet - Her age is a mystery, but if Mel had to guess she'd put Linnet in her fifties as she talks of having firsthand knowledge of the sixties. She's attractive and at her sexual peak with advanced medical training, which comes in handy so far away from medical help. She took Mel as a partner in the lodge after her husband, Jake-the-rake, disappeared seven years ago. She has ten days until she can legally declare the bastard dead and collect the life insurance policy. Married six times, she's determined not to take that devil's waltz down the aisle again. Instead, she has her sights set on Sergei, the hot Russian guide and handyman, whom she can't stop throwing herself at. Now if she can get Ramsey, the old sourdough, out of her way, maybe she can find out just how "handy" Sergei is.
Nicole - Mel's older sister. There is serious history here. They might be family, but they are not sisters. Barely any relationship exists between them. Nicole is the mother of two kids a sixteen-year-old girl and a ten-year-old boy, and her marriage has just fallen apart. She has nowhere to go. Frazzled, frustrated, and lost, she manipulates her way to The Edge for the summer until she can figure out what to do.
Emily - Mel's sixteen-year-old niece and Nicole's daughter. She's a handful and one of my favorite characters as she's rebellious, angry, and determine to be heard. The last place she wants to be is some godforsaken place in Alaska. Pissed at her mother for driving away her father, and taking her away from her friends, she's making her Nicole's life hell. She's stealing cigarettes, dressing older than her age, and looking for trouble. This kid is hell on wheels, and I thank God my daughters aren't anything like her. But what a pleasure she was to write!
Rinka - She might be a dog, but she's female, so she counts in this report. Three-years-old and a pure-blooded Siberian Husky, she has a red bandit face with bright blue eyes and a full question-mark tail. Intelligent, brave, friendly, and Mel's best friend.
There you have the women of The Edge. It was hard to decide what kind of scene to share that showed all the women. Since that was impossible without giving too much away, I decided to choose something from Emily, She's so complex and ornery that I can't help loving her. Maybe because I was her at one time. Now I've went and given too much away. I've heard it said that every writer writes a little bit of themselves into the characters of their books. Well, let me just say, channeling Emily was no trouble at all.
Didn’t they know they were in the middle of freaking nowhere?
She turned around and hiked back to the cabin, climbed into the loft, tore off her cute shoes and put on thick wool socks. Gross. Stripping off her tight jeans, she struggled into a pair of cotton pants, then wrapped herself up in a couple of blankets.
It was freaking freezing here.
Her mother had no right to make her come here. She could have stayed with her dad. Then she would be with Derrick and her friends. There was nobody worth knowing here. She crawled over her foam mattress to the puny little window and pushed it open a little farther. If it wasn’t so blasted cold outside, she could open it all the way. She lit a cigarette and inhaled. A cough followed, but she was getting better at this. The first time she’d smoked, she’d thought she was going to barf. The second time wasn’t as bad and Derrick had thought she’d looked hot.
She couldn’t wait until she was eighteen and then she could live on her own. Do what she wanted and not
have to listen to her mother. What did her mom know anyway? It wasn’t like she had done anything worthwhile in her life.
That wasn’t going to be her. No freaking way. She had plans. She wasn’t going to get married and be stuck with kids. She wanted to go to Europe. Fall in love a few times with men that were totally inappropriate.
Men like him.
Right there below her window was that hot guy, Tom. She’d sat next to him on the way to this godforsaken place. Emily inched to the side of the window for a better vantage point.
He had black hair slicked back, like a polished Ian Somerhalder. The collar of his charcoal wool jacket was flipped up around his neck. He pulled out a package of cigarettes from his inside breast pocket and shook one free. Placing it in between his lips, he cupped his hands around the end and lit it. His eyes squinted as he blew smoke out of his nostrils.
Only three more posts to enter to win one of the three digital copies of EDGE that I am giving on Monday March 18th. As you have probably guessed, The Edge is run by women. And as a side note, I just realized I did that. :)
What are your thoughts on a wilderness lodge in Alaska run by a bunch of women? Does it make you want to book a vacation?