As a teenager, she lost her parents and sister in the sinking of the Mystic--instilling in her a fear of the water--and leaving her to raise her little brother, Peter. She's had a lot of help from her grandparents, but she's been more mother to Peter than sister.
This summer, her grandfather has turned the fishing operation over to her, and she has stepped up in a big way, buying a drift boat and fishing both types of gear. She knows she's bound to upset a few fishermen, which is something she's good at. But someone is willing to make sure she's off the water for good, or drowned in it.
When she meets Garrett, sparks fly. There is no way anything can happen between them. Not with him being a fish cop and her a fisherman. She's under the microscope, and any credibility she's attained will be shot to hell if she's seen cavorting with the enemy.
These two were magic to write. Their dialogue wrote itself. It was like they were using me as a medium to tell their story. Some of the things Sonya said had my finger hovering over the delete key. The majority of what she said, stayed. I just couldn't sensor this woman or tone her down. To date, she is the strongest woman I've ever written. I can't wait for you to meet her.
Here is a sample of how she thinks. Garrett has boarded her boat to warn her just as a fishing period is about to start.
"Yeah, I’m looking at it."
The Albatross puttered by, and Chuck Kendrick yelled across the open water, "Yo, Double D, better treat that trooper right. Show him your titties, and he might be kind enough to let you off with a warning."
She sent Chuck the finger, a message the dimwit would understand, and then caught Garrett’s narrowed look.
"Not afraid of making enemies, are you?" he said, with a cocked brow.
"Just speaking to Chuck in the language he understands." She
didn’t need to explain herself to him and resented the feeling to do exactly that. She tried to hand him a copy of her permit and fishing licenses for everyone onboard.
"What’s this for?" he asked.
"Trying to speed up the process." She flapped the papers at him again. "Come on, I’ve got fish to catch, and there has to be someone else you could be harassing."
"I’m not here to check that your paperwork’s in order." His eyes snapped with temper. "You’ve pissed some people off, Sonya."
"That’s nothing new. I piss people off all the time."
"I don’t doubt it." He leaned into her, and she caught a whiff of that spicy mix of man and power. She didn’t like it. It took a moment to clear her head.
"Are you listening to me?" he asked, advancing a step.
"Yeah." She waved her hands in front of her as though to scare off a pesky bug. "Say what you gotta say, and then get the hell off my boat."
Any juicy bits like that between you and your significant other?