There's no doubt that Reece is one of my favorite Gambit characters. He's passionate, deeply complex, beautiful to look at, and more than a little dangerous. And then there's the long hair. My kind of crush, lol. Keep reading if you'd like a glimpse into the mind of a brilliant Core commander...
P.S. A bit of trivia...I named Reece after another crushworthy, futuristic solider: Kyle Reese from The Terminator. :)
Admit it. Superpowers are cool. If they weren’t, you wouldn’t find them in so many movies and television series. People just can’t seem to stop daydreaming about what life would be like with special abilities. It doesn’t really matter how we get them, either. Whether it’s a spider bite or a tumble into a vat of toxic waste, the idea of being a super hero—or a super villain—speaks to a longing deep inside all of us.
Exciting news! The Gambit blog tour is underway, and for the next four weeks, some very cool bloggers will be featuring my book on their websites. Some will do regular showcases (cover, blurb, bio/links), while others will offer interviews and guest posts.
To prep for this awesome marketing opportunity, I filled out interview forms and wrote several guest posts. The posts cover a wide range of topics that all tie back to the book. A few are even "spotlights" written from the point of view of my favorite characters.
So I thought I'd put the posts out here as they are revealed during the tour. This one tells a little about the inspiration behind Gambit and why my brain is a spider.
Not that I don’t think about her every day. I do, more times than I can count. It’s been several years since she passed away, and I’ve never given up the habit of talking to her inside my head. I used to do that, even while she was alive. We talked on the phone all the time. But I’d mentally tell her stories in between calls, so I wouldn’t forget them when we connected again.
Now that my first book has been published, it’s really hard not to think about her. She loved my writing and was thrilled when I told her I'd started a novel. I was working on one for my son back then, years ago, and would send her a chapter every so often. I cringe when I think about the poor quality (that book was more or less training ground for Gambit), but I’ll never forget when she read the prologue. The phone rang immediately, and there she was, on the other end.
“Cary, this sounds like a real novel,” she said, out of breath. “Like one I’d pick up in a bookstore!"
Once upon a time, there was a girl who couldn't stop daydreaming.
She was a little odd. She believed her cats were guardians in disguise and that her dog understood every word she said. Her imaginary friends were spirits from another realm, trapped until she discovered the right language to free them. Earth wasn’t her true home (she was born on a faraway planet with endless forests and a purple sky), and her grandmother’s cluttered attic was a secret gateway to another world. She also had the weirdest feeling that her movements impacted the supernatural—so if she turned a circle before leaving a room, she couldn’t return until she’d spun in the opposite direction.
