Today's special guest is the lovely, romance novelist, Danita Minnis. Scope out her blurb, excerpt, and her stunning book cover. Oh, and leave Danita a comment. Authors love to know who has been to visit them.
First, let me say "Thank You" to, Tabitha Shay, for inviting me to be her guest blogger today. Enjoy the blurb and excerpt!
Falcon Interview: An Assassin and a Thief – Up Against the Wall
From the moment we met, it’s been one lie after another.
What do you do when the woman you love is the thief you seek? When
in that first moment you see the love in her eyes knowing she’s looking into
the eyes of a man she doesn't even know. Hard to come back from an alias on a
passport from…pick a country.
The one truth we share is love. Here’s hoping that love is
enough to keep us together.
My obsession with a stolen violin is the beginning of all this
and could be the end of me and her.
It finally had us up against the wall.
Two liars, a Stradivarius and a murderous cult. It’s not
exactly the perfect love match, but it is destiny.
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BLURB:
Sleeping
with the Enemy? Sometimes Love is the Best Revenge
A
thief and an assassin. Lust at first sight.
Sounds
ideal until all the lies between Falcon and Angel bring them dangerously close
to the end of their lives.
Angelina wants to go unrecognized when she leaves her family’s
Yorkshire estate to play in a symphony in Italy. When she starts running she has
no idea just how much she is running from: a stolen Stradivarius, a birthright
of mysterious powers and a past that got her killed over two hundred years
ago.
Falcon wants the Stradivarius in her possession, and goes
undercover to track down a thief. But he is not the only killer in search of
the violin.
il Dragone, a devil-worshiping cult, wants revenge for a past only
they can remember.
Falcon’s Angel is a
paranormal romance of love that ended in tragedy in eighteenth century France.
That love is tested in a fight of good versus evil some two hundred years
later. This time around Falcon and Angel have an opportunity to put a stop to
the cycle of murder and mayhem, if only they can remember.
Excerpt:
The girl had both arms wrapped around the violin case in front
of her. She was leaning against the church wall, crying.
She looked up. He lifted his gaze from her heaving chest.
“No, I have never seen him before. But … he knew me.”
“What did he say to you?”
She looked down at the violin.
He stared at her until she looked up. Ah, she had just found
her story. It was in her eyes, and it was not the truth. The fear in her eyes
told him that story would never change.
“He didn’t say anything, but the way he looked at me…”
Her chest heaved again. He almost smiled; she was having a
hard time with this lie.
She stared at him. “You are from the Conservatory. I saw you
the other day.”
He had signed up for the class because it was right next door
to hers. So, she had noticed him, too. He smiled wider.
“I am from England. I’m here for the symphony.” Her Italian
was excellent.
“Angelina Natale, I would be honored if you would let me
escort you home.”
She put the violin case under one arm. “I would like that.”
There was blood on her closed fist.
“Are you hurt?” He moved closer.
She moved her hand behind the folds of her skirt and backed
into the wall.
He waited, leaning his hand
against the wall above her head, inhaling her perfume. A beguiling combination
of … amber, apples and musk. The scent suited her, organic, delicious. He
wanted to lift her skirt right now and take her against this wall, those long
legs wrapped around him.
Angelina examined the buttons on his shirt that were in such
close proximity. Stepping away from him would be cowardly, and he would guess
she was made of sterner stuff. When she looked up it was with the defiance he
expected from a cornered tigress.
He held her gaze, reaching behind to bring her fist out from
the folds of her skirt.
The bloody gold in the center of her palm was a heavy
medium-sized loop engraved with a stylized dragon. She had pulled it from the
man’s ear and he had not made a sound.
“A memento?” He whispered in English close to her lips.
“I don’t want it. You can have it,” she answered in her native
tongue. Now, that was the truth. Her British accent was tinged with a weary
sadness. He wanted to pick her up against his chest and carry her home.
She had courage. Even while his mind worked to figure out what
her role was in the mystery of the Stradivarius, he admired that.
He couldn't leave her alone now. Not on a street where men
escaped him when cornered in an alley and black clouds slid up church walls.
“Are you hungry?” Their lips were inches apart and he wanted
to kiss her, but that would have to come later.
“I forgot about lunch. I had caffe at four. I’m
starving,” the beautiful tigress admitted.
LINKS:
Liquid Silver Books: http://www.lsbooks.com/falcons-angel-p225.php
Amazon Falcons Angel http://www.amazon.com/Falcons-Angel-ebook/dp/B0086WG6N4/ref=la_B008EAB4Q2_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1344173645&sr=1-1
Barnes and Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/falcons-angel-danita-minnis/1111632374?ean=9781595789426
AllRomance ebooks https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-falcon039sangel-804338-140.html
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