Will you trade lives with me? ~ Sandra Owens

Years ago, my husband and I were out for a day of fun on our Harleys. We pulled into a gas station to fill up, and next to us was an SUV towing a sleek sailboat. The female passenger glanced over at me, then jumped out of her car and approached.

Couple - Motorcycles

“Will you trade lives with me?” she asked.

Since then, I’ve often thought about her question. I’m something of a thrill seeker and daredevil. I have done some awesome things in my life such as parachuting out of a plane, flying upside down in a stunt plane, taking to the air in an ultra glide powered by a lawnmower engine, and riding a motorcycle for many years. Nothing anyone else couldn’t do if they wanted, including the woman at the gas station who apparently wanted to be me.

Why wasn’t she satisfied with her pretty sailboat? Perhaps, as a female on a motorcycle, I represented a sense of freedom that was missing in her life. Or, maybe it was the thrill of danger she envied. I don’t know and never will, but here’s the thing.

No one’s days consist solely of beautiful Saturdays spent with the man you love while doing your favorite thing. There have been times when I might have been tempted to take her up on her offer to trade lives. The day I lost my mother to brain cancer might have been one, or the day my only brother committed suicide, or the day my beautiful niece died of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. Bad things happen to good people, but somehow, we soldier on.

In each story I write, there is a piece of me. Sometimes it’s intentional, other times I don’t even realize it’s there. Without those past experiences—both good and bad—my stories would have no heart, nothing to make a reader catch their breath as a sentence, a phrase, a paragraph resonates to the depths of their soul. That is storytelling at its best, and what every author strives for.


When my two-year old niece, Stacy, died of SID’s, my sisters and I each took a dove from a wreath someone had sent. Six months later Christmas rolled around, and I decided to put the dove on my tree. When I took it out of the box, the glue in one of the eyes had melted and it appeared the bird was crying. I grabbed my laptop and wrote a short story called A DOVE’S TEARS. It won a short story contest, but in the back of my mind, I have a story brewing for a novel of a young mother who loses her daughter to SID’s. One day, I will write the book.


Crazy For Her CoverIn CRAZY FOR HER, very bad things happened to my hero, Logan Kincaid, during his youth. As a means of escaping home, he joined the military and became a SEAL commander. When he returned to civilian life, he started his own business, K2 Special Services, a highly successful security company. You could certainly say he soldiered on, making a productive life for himself.

Even so, he would have traded it all for the love of a woman he didn’t believe he deserved. As Logan learns, sometimes fate will dangle a set of keys in your face and you can dare to grab them for the ride of your life.

So, to the woman who wanted to trade lives with me, no thank you. Get your own damn motorcycle.

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Dani held on to Logan for dear life. For the first ten minutes, she had kept her eyes squeezed shut. He’d elected to ride south on the Blue Ridge Parkway to the Pisgah Inn for lunch. Once on the parkway with its gentle curves and slow speed limit, she ventured to open her eyes and, surprisingly, began to enjoy the ride. She didn’t loosen her grip on Logan’s waist, however, but stayed pressed against his back so tightly their helmets kept bumping.

Even during the summer, it was chilly on a motorcycle at that altitude, and she was thankful for the jacket he had insisted on buying her, along with the helmet. She also thought the black leather looked badass cool on her.

They rode past a lookout, and although she’d driven on the parkway before, she had to agree it was different on a bike. It was better. It was beautiful with the blue-tinged mountains rising above her—no car roof to block the view—and the many shades of green on the valley floor thousands of feet below. Taking in a deep breath, she inhaled the spicy scent of the spruce pines. As they came out of a curve, a waterfall appeared and she grinned in delight, craning her head to look at it until it disappeared from sight.

Heaven on earth, she decided.

She braved letting go of Logan with one arm and lifted the visor on her helmet so she could feel the cool wind on her face. For the first time since her stalker appeared, she felt free, even if it was only for a few hours. Laughter bubbled up and escaped.

Logan reached back and squeezed her knee. “Having fun?” he yelled over the roar of the bike and wind.

Yes. Yes, she was having fun. She nodded, bumped his helmet with hers, and realized he couldn’t see her. “Yes!”

He gave her knee one more squeeze, then put his hand back on the handlebar. At the next curve, she leaned with him, growing more confident and no longer resisting by trying to keep her body upright.

“There you go, you got it now,” he said.

Dani grinned big and wide. She was a certified biker chick. Logan slowed the bike and pointed. A mother deer and her spotted fawn stood at the edge of the tree line staring back at them.

Could this day get any better?


Question for you: What is the most daring thing you’ve ever done, and did it change your life in any way? It doesn’t have to be something like jumping out of a plane. I want to know something you did that made you happy you were you.


Trivia Question: What did Dani feel for the first time since her stalker appeared? (Hint in the excerpt.) Enter your answer here

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14 Responses

  1. Romance Reader Girl

    Beautiful post, Sandra.
    I hope you write that book one day.

    I think pushing your boundaries and trying something outside your box is what everyone should do. It might seem small to most people but if it’s important to you then do it. That’s what I’m learning as I get older.

    • Sandra Owens

      Thank you, Lindsey. I agree that pushing one’s boundaries can be a good thing. I think that as children we do it, then maybe for a while in adulthood we get cautious. Then as we grow older, we start thinking, what the hell, go for it!!! 🙂

  2. Julia David

    I went through Army boot camp. It seemed kind of dangerous to me at the time. I got to do a lot of cool things like blow up tanks and disarm claymore mines. But most of all, it showed me that I could do anything. I didn’t realize that I could do all the things that I did. WOW!

  3. NancyS.Goodman

    I can push my boundaries but not to the point where i’m sick with fear over it. Whe I was younger I did things that now I look back at and think WHAT were you thinking??
    Great post

    • Sandra Owens

      LOL, Nancy, I can think of a few things where I asked the same question. We’ll have to compare notes some day.

  4. Victoria Vane

    Love your post Sandra!
    I did a lot of stupid, reckless, and thoughtless things when I was young. Some of the stupidity I wish I could take back, but you are right that, it all makes us who and what we are. I like to think I’m now a much wiser and gentler me. 🙂

    • Sandra Owens

      Thanks, Victoria. I’m sure most of us did things we wish we could take back. I know I did. I’m sure some of that stuff finds its way into your writing, right?

  5. eileendandashi

    I saw pieces of you in Crazy for Her. Such a nice blog posting. We always think that it’s greener on the other side of that hill. But it’s not. We all have our ups and downs. I always say that I can’t appreciate those wonderful moments if I haven’t experienced the dreadful ones.

    The most daring thing I did, was stay in Europe after I did a choir tour with my university in northern Europe. I had $50 left in my pocket and of that I spend $20 for one night in a hotel, not a hostel, to feel human again. And my friend, that choice led me to meeting my husband or 44 years.

  6. Sandra Owens

    What a wonderful story, Eileen. I think it took a lot of courage for you to make the choice to stay, and I so love how that adventure ended. Thanks so much for sharing. This made me smile. 🙂

  7. Barbara Monajem

    What a lovely post. I did lots of silly things when I was younger; I wouldn’t call them daring as much as foolhardy. Now I like pushing my boundaries and making sure I’m not missing out.

  8. Kathleen Ross

    I feel that your post says a great deal about you. Although I have not met you YET, I feel that I know you through a mutual SPECIAL person. The authors who touch me include parts of their lives in their books. When you write from the heart, the story comes alive.

    The SIDs book will be wonderful as you have lived the experience. Putting emotions into words that can be shared is a very liberating action. I have done this in a very small way and it was a very freeing experience.

  9. Sandra Owens

    Kathleen, “she” most definitely is a SPECIAL person! My life is better for knowing her. I do hope some day we get a chance to meet, meaning you and me, but she’s welcome to tag along. 😀

    That was a hard time in my family’s life, but that little girl gave us two beautiful years of loving her, so there is that. Thanks so much for stopping by and commenting.