When I first envisioned Maggie Sue Maguire, it was while working on Monsoon Morning. The concept of incorporating a private investigator into a story was intriguing, but I wanted to develop the character into something I hadn’t quite seen before in my genre. Most of the PI’s I came across in books were cynical, not unlike the main character depiction in the television series House.
Not all of the PI’s I discovered were male, either. If it happened to be a woman, then she had to be sexy, sultry, and mysterious. Not all investigators look like super models, and I didn’t want mine to fall into that label.
I set out from the start to make Maggie quirky. In an original draft, there was even a nod to the great Spencer that came in the form of Maggie’s feline pet she keeps around the office. Sometimes the days are long in between assignments, and she considers her cat to be quite a good listener when there’s no one else around.
Maggie is smart and witty. Messy, but very much in control when she takes on an assignment. She has a warm heart, and could very much be the girl next door if you didn’t know any better.
Much like Selena Marrenger, Maggie Maguire isn’t without her faults. She doesn’t claim to be perfect. She’s not one of those super cops you find on CSI. She tends to think with her heart, but isn’t afraid to follow her gut.
You can catch up with Maggie Sue Maguire in my upcoming novella, TANGLEWOOD!
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When I was young, I always enjoyed the tough guys in movies and television. The quick one liners directly after an explosion, the huge guns and seemingly endless amounts of bullets, were pure adrenaline to a boy my age. As I grew, I began to notice faults in those depictions. You can’t really punch through a car window to unlock a door. You can’t single handedly take out a compound full of Vietnamese soldiers. My heroes, or at least my concept of a hero, began to change. I needed someone smarter, someone with specific expertise to explain the hows and the whys. A different description of badass began to take shape for me, and eventually manifest itself on the pages of my Montana Marrenger Mysteries.
Jameson is a good looking guy, smart, cynical, and funny in a way that most women find charming. He never quite shed his military background. After serving in Afghanistan and Iraq, that type of lifestyle was something he had gotten used to. He became a Private Military Contractor, bringing on old war buddies to help him with assignments. He was extremely successful at the job, but one particular assignment made him rethink what he should do for the rest of his professional life. That’s when he decided to join up with the FBI, and use his experience to help track the bad guys. This time, he could bring them to justice without the morally gray areas of being a PMC.
He’s a bit of a player, which his partner, Selena ‘Montana’ Marrenger calls him out on from time to time, but the fact is that as far as personal relationships go, he isn’t at the point of settling down. Jameson likes for his life to keep moving, his days have to be filled to the brim, or else he’ll get bored easily. During his days off, he’ll usually spend his time at the shooting range, jogging, or hitting up the gym. By nightfall, he’ll drink pretty heavily, and reminisce about the glory days when he worked for Uncle Sam.
Having no family left, Jameson often thinks of Selena as a little sister. They aren’t just partners, not just associates on the job, but friends. A soldier always has his partner’s back, on or off the battlefield, and that statement couldn’t be more true about Special Agent Jameson.
Catch up with Special Agent Jameson in my latest book, The Truth About Alex!
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