Thursday, January 17, 2013

Please Make Welcome, Danita Minnis!

Good Morning Readers,
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.

Good Morning Readers!
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.

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.
 A street lamp flickered on above them, belatedly bathing the passage in revealing light. She did not seem to realize that he was there.
 “Did he hurt you, Signorina?”
She looked up. He lifted his gaze from her heaving chest.
"Grazie,” she whispered, wiping her face with the back of her hand. She shook her head. “I am fine.”
 “You should not be walking alone at night.” The harsh reprimand in his voice surprised him. She was very young. Her tears wrought such vulnerability that he softened his tone when he came to stand in front of her. “Do you know that man?”
“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.”
 “Antonio Russo, Tony to my friends.” She did not hesitate to shake his hand, and he did smile then. She might be lying to him but at least she did not see him as a threat. She continued to stare at him. She must want more. “I’m taking classes at the Conservatory,” he added. “I play piano.”
 “Oh yes, I’ve seen you in Signor Gattano’s class.”
He had signed up for the class because it was right next door to hers. So, she had noticed him, too. He smiled wider.
 “Signorina, I could call you Bella, but that would not satisfy my curiosity.”
 She lowered her eyelashes over cheeks flushed the color of the terracotta tiles on his mother’s sunlit patio in Tuscany. She tanned well for one so light. He almost lifted his hand to touch her cheek. There would be little satisfaction in knowing her name now that her skin was singing a siren’s song to him.
 “My name is Angelina Natale.”
 “Ah. You are an angel, after all. I have not seen you around here for very long. Did you just fall from heaven?”
 He watched her full lips while the sound of earthy laughter, though shaky, amped up the adrenaline coursing through his veins. A vision of her lying naked beneath him, her golden eyes glazed in passion, teased him.
“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.

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6 comments:

Tabitha Shay said...

Welcome, Danita,
LOVE your book cover, it's beautiful and sensual...Best of luck with ur new release and major congrats...Tabs

Danita Minnis said...

Hi Tabs!

I've fallen under your spell!

It's great to be here :) thanks so much for having me.

Olivia Starke said...

Wow great excerpt and beautiful cover :) I'm intrigued by the violin she's clutching, how will it play into the story?

Best of luck in sales!

Danita Minnis said...

Hi Olivia!

Angel loves playing classical music with her Falcon :) This particular violin is part of a past she can't escape.

Thanks for stopping by!

pc said...

Great excerpt and love the cover! Congratulations on the release...I'll check it out!

Danita Minnis said...

Thanks pc!
So glad you enjoyed the excerpt :)