Monica Mann, Character Interview by Catherine Bybee
Where do you dream of traveling to and why?
Anywhere. I haven’t had a whole lot of time or money to travel. I’m game for just about any continent.
Who is your favorite author?
I read romance novels when I want to escape. My job in the ER has enough drama for me. Catherine Bybee is a retired ER RN and her books always seem so real to me. I can completely tell that she’s been in a lot of the situations she writes about. If not her, than her previous colleagues. Some of the stories I hear from the other doctors and nurses at work would blow most people away.
What are your favorite TV shows?
I don’t watch a lot of TV. When I get a chance I try and hit a movie.
What are you passionate about these days?
My job…making enough money to pay back all my student loans. My sister recently married and I love hanging out with her new family.
What do you do to unwind and relax?
I run. I know that doesn’t sound like a way to unwind, but it frees my mind of all the crazy crap I deal with.
Who should play you in a film?
I told you I went to the movies, but I don’t always remember the name of the actors. LOL
I don’t know…an unknown actress…but she damn well better have a rocking body free of botox and implants!
Morning Person? Or Night Person? How do you know?
Morning person. For years I had to take a day shift so my sister could work graveyard to care for her son…that was before she married Jack. Anyway, I wasn’t given the luxury of staying out late.
What would we find under your bed?
Dust! I’m not big on housework.
If I came to visit early in the morning would you impress me as being more like a chirpy bird or a grumpy bear?
I said I was a morning person…but that doesn’t mean I always like it. *wink*
After a cup of coffee and a morning run… I’m good to go. Until then, stay away! LOL
New York Times & USA Today bestselling author Catherine Bybee was raised in Washington State, but after graduating high school, she moved to Southern California in hopes of becoming a movie star. After growing bored with waiting tables, she returned to school and became a registered nurse, spending most of her career in urban emergency rooms. She now writes full-time and has penned novels Wife by Wednesday, Married by Monday, and Not Quite Dating. Bybee lives with her husband and two teenage sons in Southern California.
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Monica Mann has made it her life’s work to save lives. After an earthquake and tsunami hit the shores of Jamaica, she volunteers her trauma skills with Borderless Nurses. Calculating and methodical, Monica creates order out of whatever chaos she finds.
Until she finds the perpetually barefoot, impossibly masculine Trent Fairchild. No one can pin him down. No, really. He’s a pilot and manages a small fleet of choppers on his adopted island home. Hopelessly drawn to one another, they manage to slip away from the wreckage to get a little closer. And they get a lot closer than expected when aftershocks from the earthquake trap them in their own life-or-death scenario. Paradise has brought them together. Now will it tear them apart?
Monica glanced up at the gray skies and frowned. “So, Trent,” she began again. “Are you the only one shuffling the foreign medical staff around the island?”
He shook his head. “There are a few others. Why?”
He kept his eyes on where he walked and avoided her questioning gaze.
He didn’t buy that. “Just wondering?”
“Seems like anyone could drive me to the clinic.”
He walked her behind the hospital and up a short path to where his helicopter waited. “Anyone could drive you.”
She hesitated when she saw her ride. “I thought you said you were driving me.”
“I am. After a short flight to where my car is parked.”
She turned a full circle. “Can’t we just drive?”
Trent moved in front of her and removed his sunglasses. “It’s a short flight back to the airport, then a thirty minute drive. That’s if the roads are cleared.”
“Can’t we just—” Her ice blue eyes never left his.
“I didn’t kill you the first time, Monica. I won’t this time either.”
“It was better thinking you volunteered to take me instead of being the only person capable of it.”
Actual fear hid behind her eyes. “Why’s that?”
“I prefer flirting to flying.”
A slow, easy smile met his lips. He knew then irrevocably that Monica thought about him at some point during her short stint on the island.