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What I learned from my heroine: I might just have The Right Stuff after all.

In my romantic suspense novel, Last Rights, I created a heroine who lives an ordinary life, but is thrust into a situation that demands she reach inside herself for courage she didn’t know she had.

When writing a woman-in-peril story, I live vicariously through my heroines, throwing danger at them and making them suffer pain I would never want to experience. In a way, I make them live through, and triumph over, my own personal fears.

Recently, I realized I wasn’t as helpless in the face of danger as I once thought I might be. Of course I didn’t experience anything as life-threatening as flying bullets or high-speed car chases, but this incident was almost as scary to me.

Those of you who know me know that I’m absolutely terrified of spiders and all insects, especially the black exoskeletal ones. I can’t even touch a cricket. I try not to be a critter smasher, really I do: I make every attempt to rescue those hapless creatures who find their way into my house with a plastic cup and sheet of cardboard (partly because I hate to kill innocent creatures but also because feeling them crunch under my shoe is soooo much worse.) If rescue is not possible, I get the bug poison. Because the last thing I want is to look down and find that beastie crawling on me sometime later. When I’m outside in their environment, I happily leave when they express their territorial dominance. Simply put: big ugly black bumble bee flies around me, I run.

But recently I found myself in a situation where I couldn’t flee. I was sitting in my backyard in the shade of my beautiful mock-plum tree reading my Kindle. I had my legs extended in front of me, crossed at the ankles. From the corner of my eye I saw a shift of black movement on the cuff of my light green Capri pants. Crawling down my leg, about to reach the end of my pants and find its way to my exposed leg, was a fat Black Widow spider.

If you don’t have experience with these particular arachnids, let me explain. It doesn’t have to be dangling from a web upside down exposing its distinctive red hourglass to be identified as a Black Widow spider. We have them in my neck of the woods, and everyone I know can recognize them immediately, simply by their body shape.

So there I sat, frozen, my heart pounding against my ribs. While I don’t believe a Black Widow will kill me (of course there is that chance) I still didn’t want to be bitten by it.

I nearly screamed when it moved from my pant leg to my skin. The feeling was like nothing I have ever experienced. Put me in a box filled with snakes before you ever let another spider that size crawl on my bare flesh again. Had I thought my Kindle would have dislodged it, I would have happily hurled it. Knowing my luck, I would have missed, destroyed my Kindle, and gotten bitten.

So there I sat, terrified and alone. The husband was at Home Depot. The neighbor’s yards were mysteriously silent. I must have moved, because the spider stopped creeping.

What would my heroine do? Seriously, that thought went through my head. But I’m not my heroine, and I can always write her out of a bad situation simply by my control over the keyboard.

In the planter beside me, a short stick of dried bamboo held a young tomato stem upright. Somehow I found the presence of mind to formulate a plan. I had to use my Kindle to reach it. As carefully as I could, without wiggling my legs, I leaned, reached, and batted that stick toward me. I swear, that spider was giving me the evil eye the whole time. For a minute I thought it was hopeless, and then the edge of my Kindle’s cover caught the stick and bent it neatly toward me. I yanked it the rest of the way, and in divine luck, it came out of the dirt easily without ripping the tomato to shreds.

I batted at the spider with the end of the stick. It reared up as though to attack the stick, but then clung on. I flung it away and ran like hell.

So what did I learn that day? After my heart attack-like symptoms faded at the initial onset, I was able to find a calm measure of problem solving capacity within myself and get out of a bad situation. I think, when pressed hard enough, we might all find that strength inside ourselves.

I hope you do, too.

In Pamela Fryer’s Last Rights, Fallon Monroe must escape terrorists, dirty cops, and her sister’s hired henchmen, all while carrying the burden of a terrible choice. Last Rights is now available in all ebook formats and trade paperback from The Wild Rose Press, and at Amazon. Please visit the author at
About the Author:

Pamela Fryer has a vivid imagination. As a teenager, she thought she’d write a book, have Stephen King-like fame, and buy a big house for her family in Woodside Hills (where today you can’t find a fixer-upper for under a million dollars). Reality sank in fast, but that didn’t stop Pamela from writing the stories spinning through her imagination.

When asked why she writes romance, the answer is simple. There’s too much violence, anger and hatred in this world, and this is her way of bringing back a tiny bit of joy. Her favorite stories to write are about the reluctant heroine like Fallon Monroe—the underdog, the persecuted, the one against the many, the small against the large, who somehow manage to rise above undefeatable odds and triumph. And always with a happy ending.

Pamela Fryer lives in Northern California with her family and a sweet little adoptee from the local animal shelter who is now running the household. Please visit She loves hearing from readers. Send an email to Pamela at


  1. Thank you for hosting Pamela today.

  2. It’s amazing what courage & fortitude we can summon up when it is needed. Well done with the spider!!!


  3. I’m not particularly afraid of spiders … but the picture and your story gave me the willies!!

  4. I’m more afraid of snakes myself but that experience with the spider just made me shudder. Glad you could dislodge it! One of my friends would have been paralized in the same situation.


  5. Yikes, what a story…another argument in favor of the e-reader!


  6. I am terrified of black widow spiders. I don’t know what i would have done in your situation. I would like to think I would be as brave, but I doubt it.

  7. Yikes, late to my own party! Thanks so much LASR for inviting me into your virtual home today. I hope I didn’t freak anyone out with my gruesome story.

    I can’t even watch nature programs about bugs without starting to feel like things are crawling on me. My husband gets a kick out of it. I’ll be sitting in the chair watching the program, and all of a sudden imaginary creepy-crawlies make me jump.

  8. I’m unrationally fearful of bugs and insects, but I don’t think it’s unrational to fear Black Widows! I would have been hysterical.

  9. I would have been pretty freaked as well and with the Black Widow it’s not really unwarranted!

    Jibriel.O at web dot de

  10. That is horrible. I would have hit it immediately and started running. I hate spiders.

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