It seems years ago but time doesn’t erase the feeling. One of the things that came out of the tragedy of September 11th was the amazing courage of Americans in New York, Washington D.C. and Pennsylvania. Americans worked together to rescue people, save lives, recover bodies so families could grieve, and one group prevented terrorists from reaching their final destination. The plane that went down in a field in Pennsylvania was meant for the White House. Passengers gave their lives to save others, to save a nation from disaster.
I always write my books from dreams. I dreamt of New Yorkers pulling together for survival, to assist each other. In my dream, this included the supernatural community leading their gifts to help. In addition, I did many weeks of research and read about so many people and their experiences on that fateful day. Out of it all came my book, When Love Survives, which was the first book in my original series Vampires in Manhattan. It’s interesting in that the principal vampire in it plays an important but secondary role.
My main characters are a young woman named Regina who is studying finance at a college and has just landed an internship in financial advising with a company in the World Trade Center. Regina received an odd letter from her mom that tells her of her supernatural lineage, which is a complete surprise. She can’t call to find out what this means as she is late for her internship.
Gregor is a financial advisor for a firm in the World Trade Center. He hates the office coffee and volunteers to make a coffee run and pick up some donuts as well. He’s kept a supernatural secret from the humans he works with. He’s a shapeshifter. It is part of a shifter’s nature that they can spot their lifemate at first glance. All he does is look out the window of the coffee shop. He sees Regina and knows that’s her, his one love. He also feels that if he doesn’t pull her into the shop, he will never see her again.
It’s September 11th. Two unusual rescue workers fall in love while saving lives.
A lot of people love this story. When I first dreamt it, I didn’t want to write it. Because, honestly, just thinking about it hurts. Two of my family members had close calls. One was there the week before. The other one called in sick on Sept. 11th. Other people were not that lucky.
Why did I write it? The story called to me. New York City has a very diverse community and in my story, the diversity extends into the supernatural. People came together in ways that called to them to help any way they could. It is a love story between two people who rescued others. It’s also the love story between a city and its people and country.
This week I thought a lot about what happened on September 11th. A lot of Americans did. We remembered the ones lost, and we’re thankful for the ones that rescued others and those gave their lives for us.
Susan Hanniford Crowley