JC McCabe's Blog

North Haven pictures

2008-09-28T16:56:00.000-07:00

Hello to all!

Come and join me as we take the ferry to my beloved island, North Haven where my character Abby goes to recover from a near fatal attack by one of the worst serial sexual sadist's in the USA. This small tranquil island is the perfect local for someone who needs privacy and safety and the FBI believes Abby will be safe living there with Kurt Woermann, a family friend especially when they declare her brain dead to the public. But nowhere is safe for Abby and no one can hide her when evil comes and leaves a calling card............

Local Lobster Fisherman

2008-09-28T15:18:00.001-07:00

Photo Courtesy of Jayne Lynx

Sailboats

2008-09-28T15:10:00.000-07:00

Photo Courtesy of Jayne Lynx

Heartfelt Thanks

2008-09-28T14:43:00.000-07:00

Let me take this time to thank Bill McCabe, Dr. Scott Lynch and Jayne Lynx for take time out of their busy schedules and making this blog about North Haven a success. Without them this idea of mine could not have been possible.
To my publisher Laurie Sanders for supporting me in every step of the way.....

And finally,join me in dedicating WEEKEND IN NEW ENGLAND BY BARRY MANILOW to my beloved island North Haven where GOD chose to make sure my deepest desire came true.

Shelly's Inn

2008-09-28T13:09:00.000-07:00

Here's a picture of Shelly's (Kurt's wife) Inn and her employees with Billy the chef standing with his arm above his head. Many thanks to them!

Photo Courtesy of Jayne Lynx

Kurt's House

2008-09-28T13:08:00.000-07:00

Here is Kurt's house where Abby is going to stay. Secluded, silent and seducting...............

Photo Courtesy of Jayne Lynx

Abbys Path

2008-09-28T13:06:00.000-07:00

Follow Kurt and Abby down this path to a sight that will surely make pain Pause.......... Photo Courtesy of Jayne Lynx

Abby's Path

2008-09-28T13:03:00.000-07:00

This path gets steep for Abby but Kurt guides her, pushing aside nature's wild, untouched ravine, alluring her, sensitising every inch of her body as does the silent man walking close to her. Sounds of an untamed sea echoing around her,beckons her, leads her down its dangerous passageway that can turn anyone into nature's chameleon......

Photo Courtesy of Jayne Lynx

North Haven Ferry

2008-09-28T13:00:00.000-07:00

This is the ferry taking Abby Crawford to chose one of the three doors before her. Sanctuary, Passion, destruction...... Can you help her chose the right one? Photo Courtesy of Jayne Lynx

2008-07-20T17:26:00.000-07:00

I'm back and I'm sharing this great news about my trip to North haven Maine. This has been a desire of mine to visit this small island off the coast of maine since the second I had the idea to write Killer Caregiver. Of course this idea came to me 20 years ago when I looked off my high deck and said to myself boy this would be something if when I looked down and saw water instead of grass. Yep. That was the seed planted anfd from there I started asking myself where should this novel take place? Somewhere with water and...cliffs! High cliffs...... ...Maine. rocky shores, cliffs and the then what? well, where in Maine? I didn't know so I called a travel agentand the some of the suggestions were bed and breakfasts, busy tourist areas and then private islands....well, at that time I wasn't sure who, what where why or when but just those words...private island, germinated the seed and baby, I had the where! A private island in Maine. Why? Well, my smile kind of took a downward slope and that's not a good sight to see for someone who was battling an MS flare up at that time. I was having trouble walking and my mouth was numb and tingling and when I talked I slurred my words but the good news (if you could believe that) was the symptoms were not life threatening. Yeah, right, tell that to my three little babies who needed their mother to hold them, feed them, change them and walk with them! Not a good time but things could be worse and yes they usually are for the princess who lives in a faraway castle cause her bed has a mattress that she just can't get comfortable in......okay, okay I 'll stick to the subject!! Anyway, where was I? Yes. MS, the island Maine. Okay. So I had the location. Now why would I need to have a character on a private island? is she rich? Nope not in my books. Well.not at first...hmm. Sick? Please! I am sick and I don't need to write about it not then.......later, now yep but not then! So, why the private island? She's hiding!!! But from what??? A murderer? thief? No...someone who has hurt her........but she survived. A rapist...well it rhymes with rapist...a sadist!!! yep! that's how i came up with ssdist!!!!So now we have a private island in maine, North haven and a heroine who has been attacked by a sadist...and the rest as they say can be discovered in my soon to arrive romatic suspense called Killer caregiver. Check it out and my blog on Black velvet seductions whewn i travel to North haven and see thre private island where my characters will roam the orcky shores and make love on water drenched jettys. Oh there's terror behind every rock once you open this book and I have to say heartbreak as well....Survivors still suffer until the fat lady sings...and honeys she ain't even close to closing her mouth...until the final i is dotted...... ........Thanks for giving this a look and i hope to hear and see all of you when Killer arrives. have a great night, dear tehya be well, happy and blessed as all of you! I'll check in with you again when I come to RR chatters again....... ......... .All the best to all of you......... ..Love, Janice www.jcmccabe. blogspot. com

EXCERPT FROM "KILLER CAREGIVER"

2007-08-19T12:55:00.000-07:00

Unable to curb the urge to stare at the man her father believed would keep her safe, Abby studied him closely from behind her tinted lenses. He was tall, easily towering over her father by at least a foot. His height and squared broad shoulders beneath a gray jacket were formidable enough to deter even the worthiest of opponents. His hair, an unusual shade of wet sand was cut close to his powerful neck. There was nothing in his face that made her feel comfortable. In fact, pain had left its personal stamp etched deeply into every groove and line of his face.
Feeling his eyes upon her, sent warmth flooding her being but when he extended his long strong hand toward her she jerked back.
Slightly narrowing his eyes, he let his hand drop to his side. A half smile curled one side of his mouth as he inclined his head. “Welcome to North Haven Abby.”
His eyes, a brilliant match for an indigo sky quickly lit a match beneath her skin releasing a torrent of warmth. His features, although strongly pronounced with lines penetrating his face, still managed to enhance his masculinity. Two indentations in his cheeks would dimple if he let them but that would be impossible because she knew she was staring at a face that hadn’t welcomed a smile for a very long time.
Sensations like molten heat channeled through her as Kurt’s dark eyes settled on her face. Jerking away because for a wild second she feared he would touch her she turned to her father ready to tell him he had to be out of his mind if he thought she was going to stay with a man she hardly remembered, whose eyes literally stripped her bare with one look.
As she was about ready to turn and head for the ferry, her father caught sight of her movement and wrapped a hand around her wrist.
“Abby doesn’t remember you Kurt. She was still young when you left us—“
“Can I speak to you alone for a minute Dad?” Her voice was firm. There was no way she was staying on this island. Her place was in New Jersey not with someone she didn’t know and didn’t want to know. Taking a deep breath to control her wildly pounding heart she laid a hand on her father’s. “Now?”
Her father had to see reason. Kurt may have a past with her father but not with her! She should be back in New Jersey, helping the FBI find the bastard who had sliced her face apart.
Feeling the way her fingers were clutching his arm, JC turned to her, knowing how hard it was for her to leave her family and live with a man she hardly knew on a small island no one had ever heard of but JC would go through the fire to keep that bastard from finding her.
“Listen Abby, I can tell by the way your chin is jutting up that you don’t like this. But you are staying. This is for your safety. Kurt is good enough to let you stay with him.” When she didn’t respond, he let out a heavy breath. “Abby, if that bastard finds out the FBI’s ruse—“
“Yes. My life will be in danger but Dad—““Not only your life Abby, but other lives as well. This bastard cuts through bodies like he cuts through paper. If he finds out you are not brain-dead, he will find out where you are and who helped get you here. Other lives are in danger Abby. I know you well enough to know that you always put other’s safety before your own.”