I love my readers, here’s just one reason why, I GET them. I’m as much of a big ole goofy fan as they are. I devour books, and during a deadline I make my husband hide my phone so I can’t read during the night, instead it forces me to write. (Yes, I have the willpower of a six-year-old.)
One of my readers, who I communicate with on a regular basis through Facebook, asked me this question.
“Hi Caitlyn sorry to disturb you but I think I losing my mind and now need to find a book the thing is the only thing I can remember about the book is a scene where a team is sent to retrieve a family they believe the father to be a traitor it turns out to be the mother and when the camp is infiltrated to save them one of the team is injured by a grenade the father is injured and almost dead the mother cares for nothing but a password the husband changed father dies and mother slaps one of her daughters when she asked about her dad please say you can help me find this book and reread it. Ps I am never good at remembering book names but I usually am about authors this time I wasn’t I already messaged one other who had informed me it might be yours sorry”
I tell her that it’s not mine. But that there is this great group of diverse readers who read all kinds of romantic suspense, where she could post the question.
She thanks me.
I then say, I’m 98% sure it’s not my book, and if it is, I’m going to be really embarrassed. But if it is, it’ll just be another Caitlyn Factor.
I can laugh, because I know for sure it’s not.
(Do you see where this is headed?)
She Facebook messages me:
“You so pulled a Caitlyn factor lol it’s her devoted hero I will be starting this series again in the morning lol xxx”
I go to the group I had recommended to see her post. Somebody had taken a screen print of the page of the scene.
Head slap!
Now I remember it.
I tell my husband John that it had been nine books ago….He just shook his head and said.
“You totally have to own this one. It’s sad. It’s very, very, sad.”