Getting To Know Judi Phillips

Good  morning everyone! It's a bit early here in the U.P. Well, early for me, but I'm off to college. I managed to get enough full-time credits with the 2nd half of the semester, so off to learn I go. I'm leaving you in very good hands though. Judi Phillips will be here to keep you company as the day goes by. 

Hello, Judi! Welcome to my little corner of the world. The sun is barely peeking over the horizon and the frost is clinging to the grass. I've got coffee perking and bagels warming. Sit down and make yourself at home. 

Can you tell us a little bit about yourself? 

Hi Gemma.  Thanks for inviting me to your blog.

Like many other authors, I have had stories in my head and decided it was time to unleash them on the world rather than hoard them all to myself.  I have three adult children and they support my writing, evening helping at times.  I don't think they've read much of it, though.  Probably TMI from mom--especially my really hot books written by Pepper Goodrich.  My ideas come from everywhere.  News (à la ripped from the headlines), conversations, what if games, subjects I'm interested in.  Everything is grist for my mind mill.

Since I'm celebrating the release of Two Moons Rising, for one lucky commenter, I will give away a very small <grin> moonstone.  When you comment, please include your e-mail in a spam-proof format, i.e.  yourname @ e-mail dot com.  If you are chosen the winner, I will need your snail-mail addy to send your price.  Again, it's very small, but very pretty.

Blurb-

A female Secret Service Agent travels through space and time to fulfill an ancient legend.  An exiled prince, while overcoming mistakes of the past, is fighting to free his people.  Together, can they save his world?

Excerpt-

Now no more than an arm's length away, he got a clear look at her eyes.  They were violet.  He recalled the words of the old teaching poem, and the hairs on his neck prickled.  Every Larian child knew The Ice Maiden by rote.  In all the times he'd heard it, he had never imagined it could refer to anyone like the attractive, desirable woman standing before him.

For a moment he wondered what it would be like to spend a night with her.  When he realized the direction of his thoughts, he immediately stopped.  He was thinking in the ways of his father when he should be figuring out her purpose for coming here.  And how she had penetrated the force field.

"Who do you work for?" he demanded.

She crossed her arms.  "That's classified."

He could not believe her insolent behavior.  Although he didn't stand on a lot of ceremony, the way his father had, he customarily received respect.  He was the Prince, after all.  No one ever acted in such an audacious manner, at least not to his face.

Suspicion came back full force.  He straightened, his spine ramrod stiff.  "Not from me.  I am Prince Tarique cel Sahar yon Kebali, and I have access to all information concerning my subjects.  You will come with me to Zafir.  There, we will resolve this matter."

Now for some fun:

Ten Tantalizing Teasers-

Plotter or Pantser?

A combo.  Would that be a Plotster or a Panter?  I start out as a panster, writing the first three chapters to get to know the characters.  Then I start filling in a plotboard so I know where I'm headed.  I use it as a roadmap.  Keeps me from wandering all over the place and headed in the right direction.

Favorite Dessert?

Crème brûlée.  And I found my favorite place to eat it.  Several years ago I spent a week in Paris.  I stayed in a little hotel, Hotel Henri IV on Ile de la Cite, an island in the Seine between the Left and Right Banks.  It was a couple of blocks from Notre Dame, and within walking distance of the Louvre, the Cluny Museum and lots of other wonderful places.  There was a small café around the corner with awesome Crème brûlée with outside tables.  It was the best.

Oh wow! Such a perfect setting to eat a delicious dessert!

Chocolate or Vanilla?

Chocolate--but not in the morning.  The rest of the day, though, it isn't safe and can't hide from me.

Favorite scent?

Patchouli.  I wear it all the time and people either love it or hate it.  I was at a restaurant one time and a woman sitting in a booth a couple of seats away was complaining loudly about the nasty smell.  That would be me.  And I'd showered.

I thought I was the only one who still wore that! I get the same reaction, but now I don't feel so bad:) I've even made my soap and body butter with patchouli so I can layer the scent. LOL

Coffee, tea, soda, or water?

Coffee--espresso, that is.  Two years ago, a couple of weeks before my birthday, I sent the following e-mail to my kids.

As I know you are ALL aware, my birthday is just around the corner.  And I know you are scratching your heads to try and figure out an awesome present for your mother ;-)

So, I have a suggestion.  When I was at Joe's, he had a nifty espresso machine--can't remember the name--but George Clooney did the ads for it outside of the States.  Maybe you guys could pitch in and get one for me.

After a hilarious series of e-mail exchanges, they got me one--a Nespresso machine.  You can see it at work here:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V06LzDV90dQ&feature=plcp

Do you have to set the mood to write? If so, how?

Not especially.  Butt in the chair, fingers on the keyboard and I'm generally ready to go.  I usually have music--no words--playing on iTunes and in the winter I sometimes remember to use some potpourri.

Do you have a favorite character? Why?

Actually, my favorite characters are whichever ones I'm writing about.  Gotta love my heroes and want to be my heroines.

Morning, afternoon, evening, or late night writer?

Morning writer.  When I was working full-time, I got up around 5:00 a.m. and wrote for a couple of hours.  Also frequently wrote during my lunch hour at a food court.  Headphones on and I was in my own world.

If you weren’t writing, what would be your occupation?

I can't think of anything else I'd rather do.  I love the writing process--no matter how difficult it is.  Hanging with my characters is way too much fun to want to do something else.

You and me both, Judi! 

I want to thank you for spending the day with my readers. And readers? Don't forget Judi is giving away an moonstone to one commenter. I'll be back to check the comments between classes:)

Spending the Day with Amber Kallyn

It's a lovely day here in the U.P. The sun is shining through the leaves and the waves are washing gently against the shore. However, it is a little chilly so we've moved this chat inside. I've got a fire in the fireplace, candles are lit, and loads of comfortable chairs and floor pillows. Coffee is brewing and cider is mulling on the stove. Come on in and sit down as we spend the day with Amber Kallyn.

Welcome, Amber!

Hi all. Thanks to Gemma for having me over.

My name is Amber Kallyn, and I’m addicted to writing. It’s fun and interesting, because life is already busy, with four kids and going to school full time (one more year, woot). But writing is the passion that just won’t let go.

Luckily, I don’t want it to. I love living in my imagination, learning about all these people and their lives. I’ve been blessed to be able to write it and have people actually enjoy : )

And even though my family might not ‘get it’, they totally understand mom’s ‘glazed look’.

How on earth do you find time to write? Four kids AND school? I have 5 dogs and I have a hard time writing. The only quiet I get is between classes:)

Blurb-

When duty forces a shaman to stop a vampire from her revenge, love doesn’t just burn... it bites.

For two hundred years, Niki DeVeraux has been tracking the monster who murdered her family and made her a vampire. She finally catches up to him only to face more than she bargained for in a too-sexy sheriff who makes her remember she’s still a woman. With duties as Keeper of the peace and Sheriff, Shane Spencer must protect humanity and stop the friction between the local Arcaine races before it turns into an all out blood war.

When wolves start turning up dead, the tension between the races grows and suspicion falls on Niki. Shane knows she’s not to blame, and it has nothing to do with the primal urges she stirs within him. Working together, they must stop the hostilities from going over the edge. Trouble is, the desires raging between them might prove more dangerous than the surrounding threats.

Excerpt-

Niki kept to the shadows of the forest as she skirted the parking lot. The only light came from a blue neon sign on the building’s roof, claiming someone called Henry owned the Spitfire bar.

She stopped near a clump of three trees opposite the bar. The center one was marked with a red X. How original. Yet this was where her contact wanted to meet, so who was she to complain?

It was nearly a half-hour later than their appointed time and she wasn’t quite sure why she was still here. Her stomach grumbled lightly. She needed to eat, the blood she’d consumed earlier hadn’t been enough. Without both food and blood her strength would wane. She couldn’t afford that, not now when she was so close to her prey.

She’d give this snitch five more minutes.

Only three passed before the air whispered through the forest at her back. Niki turned, knife in hand, holding it hidden down by her thigh.

“Looking for me?” a husky whisper drifted out of the darkness.

“You Baal?” She tried not to snort. Sometimes vampires tried on grandioseness, as if eternal life made them superman. Which, she guessed, in some ways it did.

“Maybe. Depends. You got the money?”

“Sure. If you have the information you promised.”

“Lemme see the cash first, lady.”

Niki reached slowly into her front pocket and pulled out two one-hundred dollar bills. The snitch tried to grab it, but she held tight. “Information first.”

He stepped into a bit of moonlight and grinned, eyes flushed with red. His thin lips drew back, revealing long fangs as he chuckled. “I got something else for you.”

She sighed. “Let me guess. You’re not going to give me the information, assuming a creep like you even knows anything.”

“Got that right.” Confusion twisted his pale features, as if he didn’t quite follow. Then he grinned again. “But you sure gonna give me something. Ain’t just money.”

Never trust a snitch. “Let’s get on with it then.” She tucked the bills back in her pocket.

His grin twitched, eyes flickered, following the money. He shook himself, confidence coming back.

She tightened her grip on the dagger. He lunged.

Niki used his momentum to fling him against the trunk of the tree. His head slammed in to the painted red X.

“Damn it,” he yelled, quickly recovering and charging her again.

She waited until he was close, then rammed her knee into his groin. Not even vampires were immune to that pain.

The snitch dropped, screaming obscenities on the way down.

Slamming her boot onto his shoulder, she pushed him onto the leaf-strewn ground only a bit harder than necessary. Bending over, she let the dagger wink in the moonlight.

“You know, it puts me in a bad mood when someone tries to screw with me. Now, here are your choices. You want to live, or die?” She smiled. “Permanently.”

Niki and her story in Bloodstorm (Heart of a Vampire, Book 1) is currently Free at all E-Tailers, so you can check it out today :) Find your format at: http://amberkallyn.com/books/heart-of-a-vampire-series-prn/

This sounds like such a great read. I love vampires, I just haven't tackled that particular supernatural character yet.

Now for some fun:

Ten Tantalizing Teasers-

Plotter or Pantser? Plotter, but a bit of both. I need a mini-guide to get me through, even if the finished book doesn’t look anything like the road map at the end.

Which Goddess best defines you? Athena, goddess and protector of the people, and of heroes. She has a strong, warrior spirit that I try to live by -- don’t take crap from anyone, and if you want something, go get it.

Favorite Dessert? Pumpkin cheesecake, all year round

Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate anything!

Favorite scent? Cinnamon apple

Coffee, tea, soda, or water? Coffee. I drink it all day long, and beg for more.

Do you have to set the mood to write? If so, how? Nope. Easy or hard, whether I’m in the mood or not, I have to write. I try for every day of the week.

Do you have a favorite character? Why? The one I’m currently writing ;)

Morning, afternoon, evening, or late night writer? I write in the morning after the kids are at school by necessity, but I’m really a night owl.

If you weren’t writing, what would be your occupation? Well, when I was in high school I wanted to be a BioChemist. I love science. Now, I’d try to be a video game tester. It just sounds so fun : )

Thank you, Amber, for stopping in to spend the day with my readers! It has been a delight having you here. Amber will be back in December to celebrate her birthday, so be sure to keep an eye on the website calendar.

Here are Amber's contact links:

Blog: www.AmberKallyn.com
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Bio:

One of those rare breeds, Amber Kallyn is an Arizona native who can trace her family's history through six generations in the state. She lives with her husband, and their four very active children. Included in the menagerie are four cats (though there's always room for more), one snake, and two dogs. We won't count all the fish.

Amber loves the paranormal, from dragons to werewolves to vampires. She's currently at work on her next book, probably running around the house acting out a fight scene with her collection of swords and daggers. Or maybe, wishing she had claws to practice the other fight scenes.

I Owe You An Apology

As you can see my world is alight with colors. I wish I could say I have been spending my time taking in the fall colors and smells, but I haven't. I wish I could tell you I have been writing until my fingers are bleeding, but I'd be lying. 

In fact, I'm trying to get my schedule straightened around so I can be more organized. It KILLS me to NOT be organized. If you could see the inside of my mind, you would be appalled at the mess that is there. It's cluttered and messy and dark. By getting more organized. I am hoping to find more time for the important things in life.

I had made the decision to not return to college this fall, but Life interfered and made me decide I NEED to get a degree of some sort. I'm leaning toward software/web design. We'll see where this journey leads since this wasn't finished yet.

By returning to college, I'm taking an intern class with a possible internship to come. Fingers crossed that it works out. Yes, that means I will have the job as Contest Coordinator for CTR, Social Media Director for LOF, the internship, college classes, my writing, my homework plus wife/mom. I, honestly, feel this is going to work out for the best.

I just want to apologize in advance for the times I may be absent. Natural Born Enemies will be out this fall so I'll be promoting the heck out of it. I also have guest authors coming by to blog about their new books so the blog will be up and running, it just may not be me here.

Please remember to sign up for my newsletter, if you haven't already. It will keep you up-to-date on my life and on life in Cedar River. You can also stop by and like my Facebook page or the Cedar River page for all the news.

I appreciate all of your support as I try to figure out where I'm going and how to budget my time better. Life gets messy sometimes. I'm just trying to keep it from spinning out of control.

I, honestly, wish I could plant my toes in the water and my ass in the sand. I need some downtime, but Life is calling and I have to answer. If you stick with me, I promise it will all be worth it in the end!

Hanging Out With Fellow LOF Author, Natalie Nicole Bates

Being published with Leap of Faith was a dream come true. Then, LOF began signing new authors and I met some new people. Natalie Nicole Bates is one of those new people. When the opportunity came to introduce her to you, I was very excited. 

Readers, meet Natalie Nicole Bates. Natalie, meet my readers.

Tell us a little bit about yourself:

I was first a book reviewer for several years before deciding to give writing a try. I first wrote contemporary romance, my first sale being in the summer of 2011, which was Change of Address. I always had a keen interest in the paranormal, but wasn’t sure I could develop a character that was new and interesting. As a reviewer, I have seen it all—vamps, zombies, shifters, weres…finding something new would be a challenge.

I then turned to my own personal interest—Victorian photographs. This is where the inspiration for my first published story, Antique Charming, came from. Sometimes just looking into what you already know can get you half-way to your goal.

I walked that same route, Natalie, from reader to reviewer to author. 

Tell us about your new book, See Me.

      Blurb- Carly Anders  is hearing voices in her head. Another one of her kind is trying to contact her. She knows of the malevolent freaks—others who are eternal like her and seek out the weak to inflict pain upon. For years, Carly has held up huge protective walls to keep herself and her secrets safe. Now, physically and mentally exhausted, Carly needs protection and rest.

She accepts the invitation to visit an internet friend who needs help appraising a collection of antique photographs.  The situation is not ideal, but Carly hopes a male presence in her life will deter the determined suitor who haunts her thoughts and dreams.

Daniel Tremont is not what Carly is expecting.

The former funeral director has a secret of his own. Not only is he eternal like Carly, he is her creation from all those years before—her abomination she thought she killed.

Daniel has been searching for Carly for years. He knows she is the piece of his life that he has been missing for so long. Now that he has found her, he has no intentions of letting her go. 

EXCERPT-      He waved a hand in front of her face, but she didn’t blink. The lights are on, but no one’s home.

     “Carly, my angel,” he whispered and cupped her cheek into his palm. He revealed in the silkiness and warmth of her skin. Still, she didn’t react. She was almost…a zombie.

     His own body jerked in reaction to the fear she was emanating. She was clearly sleepwalking and in the throes of one hell of a nightmare, yet she didn’t cry out any longer. It was all now playing out inside her mind.

     “Charlotte, see me,” he implored.

     Her lips twitched at the mention of her real name.

     “See me,” he repeated.

     Suddenly, her body gave way and she collapsed. Catching her, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. As he laid her down, her breathing became ragged. He placed a hand over her heart as it raced, and passed healing calmness through his hand, feeling the energy pulsate against her skin. Beneath his hand, he would feel her heartbeat slow to a normal rhythm.

     “Daniel?” Her voice was mere caress.

     “I’m here, my angel. You’re having a nightmare. You’re frightened. It’s okay now, I’m here, and I will never leave you,” he promised.

     “Everyone leaves, Daniel. You can’t understand, you can’t…” Her body started to tremble.

     He climbed onto the bed and straddled her body. Leaning close to her face, he said, “Carly, let go of your fear. I can take it. Let go and see me,” he commanded.

     Her breath came out in a whoosh, and a wall of fear and resistance hit him like a blow from above. It wasn’t exactly painful, more startling than anything else.

     His vision flip-flopped, and he could see an image from inside her mind of two souls forever entwined as the result of one act. It made perfect sense. She was reliving the day their souls became one. The day of the fire.

     He then saw black, suffocating water. She was reliving her own death, as well.

     As the visions left him, he was consumed with the mishmash of fear, loneliness, and resistance within her.

     He had to make her understand that it was over. “I will never leave you, Carly. That is my promise to you,” he insisted.

     A flicker of life ignited in her eyes. Her hands came up to his face, and to Daniel’s surprise, tears bubbled from his own eyes. He was releasing the pain and fear he had absorbed from his beloved.

     “I’m so sorry, Daniel, so sorry,” she murmured.

     “There’s nothing to be sorry for, my love. It’s over. It’s time to move forward now.”

     “You don’t understand what I am, Daniel.”

     “I do understand, Carly. I am what you are. See me for what I am.”

     In his mind, he could see the moving clockwork gears of her thoughts once again as she tried to process what he was telling her to be true.

     “Just accept it, and let’s move forward.”

     She drew his face to hers and her lips parted beneath his. Time blurred and he drank in the essence of his Carly. Her soft, barely covered curves molded themselves against his the hard planes of his body. Her hands were under his t-shirt, her fingers stroking him.

     If he pressed on, he knew she wouldn’t refuse him. But in her vulnerable state, he wouldn’t let anything progress further that night. Carly needed time to process everything that happened. There was plenty of time to pursue a physical relationship. They weren’t going any where…he hoped.

As someone who love old photographs, I'm not sure I'll ever look at them the same again. What a GREAT idea for a story!

Available here: Leap of Faith, Amazon, Barnes and Noble

Now for some fun:

Ten Tantalizing Teasers-

Plotter or Pantser? Plotter—I plot, plot again, and then plot some more

Which Goddess best defines you? Hecate-she is most associated with crossroads, entrance-ways, fire, light, the Moon, magic, witchcraft, knowledge of herbs and poisonous plants, necromancy, and sorcery.

Favorite Dessert? Vanilla cupcakes

Chocolate or Vanilla? Vanilla

Favorite scent? Rose

Coffee, tea, soda, or water? Blackberry tea

Do you have to set the mood to write? If so, how? Not necessarily a mood, but I need to be totally alone to write, I don’t like distraction or noise.

Do you have a favorite character? Why?

When I’m writing, my favorite character is who I’m writing about at that moment. Although I’ve used a few repetitive characters such as Caleb Smith, the detective who turns up in both Change of Address and Back To You, I’ve learned not to dwell on my past characters. I simply love them at the time and then let them go when I am finished with the story.

Morning, afternoon, evening, or late night writer? Afternoon.

If you weren’t writing, what would be your occupation? A lawyer. I’m currently in law school.

Want to know more about Natalie Nicole Bates?

Natalie-Nicole Bates is a book reviewer and author.

Her passions in life include books and hockey along with Victorian and Edwardian era photography and antique poison bottles. Natalie contributes her uncharacteristic love of hockey to being born in Russia.

She currently resides in the UK where she is working on her next book and adding to her collection of 19^th century post-mortem photos.

Visit Natalie online at www.natalienicolebates.com

I want to thank Natalie Nicole for stopping by share See Me with us! It has been a pleasure having her here. I hope you all enjoyed her visit as much as I did.

You can find Natalie online here:

Twitter: BatesNatalie

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/natalienicole.bates

Blog: www.natalienicolebates.com

Chatting Away with Danita Minnis

Hello, readers! I hope you are all having a day filled with blessings. I've been counting mine and this author is one of those blessings. Danita Minnis is an author I met during a "summer camp" for writers. 

Welcome, Danita! Let's get started. Why don't you tell us how you became a writer? How does your family feel about it? How would you describe your books to someone who has never read them?

Until about five years ago, my writing was a means to an end, a utility. At that time, I was a singer who needed songs to sing, and so I wrote them. I didn’t realize I was a writer of books until I started having dreams about this man who was trying to stay alive. He was in one perilous situation after another at the oddest times. I would drive to work and beyond my windshield was this man, trying to dodge a car that was coming head-on for him. To be honest, some of the ‘scenes’ I saw over a three-week period had to wait for the second novel in the Cardiff series. It was just too much to put into the first book.

My family wasn’t as surprised as I was when I told them I was writing a novel. I must admit to some consistency. My sisters and I used to walk ten blocks to the library every Saturday. We would each bring home an armful of books to read for the week. Our reading obsession grew as we got older and to this day, you will find us reading something, talking books and making recommendations. Anne Rice, Stephen King and Dean Koontz have made lots of money off of my family. J

If I had to describe my stories, I would have to say they are dark fairy tales for adults. I am drawn to horror as much as I am to love. I can’t resist other-world themes, they just catapult me to a great adventure, some place I’ve never been. 

Who doesn't love fairy tales? In my opinion, the darker the better:)

What a beautiful cover! Do you have an excerpt or blurb to share with us?

Blurb- 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- They were walking through the ancient Roman marketplace, which was deserted now. When the girl got closer to the church built on the site of an old temple, the man began to close the distance between them.

Falcon shook his head as she reached the church corner. She never noticed the man who was just a few feet behind her now. When the man pushed her into the gloom around the church corner, they were lost from his sight. The girl screamed.

Sprinting, he rounded the corner. About ten feet away, the man was trying to wrestle the violin case from her against the wall.

Falcon pulled out his gun and aimed. “Let her go.”

The man turned toward him, and the girl pulled at his ear. The man bent, holding his stomach. He made an inarticulate sound before running away along the side of the building into the darkness.

Falcon darted past the girl and followed the man into the shadows.

What the hell?

Something flitted overhead, darker than the darkness in which he now stood alone. He pointed the Glock upward even as a figure walked up the side of the building. It looked like a black cloud but more solid than it should be.

Before he could get off a shot, the darkness disappeared over the side of the roof.

Staring at the dead end in front of him, Falcon put his gun away. No doors or windows on either side.

Where is the guy? Must be a hidden door somewhere, he’d check it out later.

Falcon turned back toward the girl. Beyond her, across the street, the man he had been chasing got into a car.

“No way,” he murmured as the car sped off. No way could the man have gotten past him in the alley.

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.

Where can readers find you on the internet?

Liquid Silver Books http://www.liquidsilverbooks.com/books/falconsangel.htm

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BIO- If you asked Danita Minnis which is easier, writing songs or writing novels, she would say it was the former. Melodies and rhymes are second nature. What her characters want is another thing entirely. With her debut novel, Falcon’s Angel, she learned to listen to her spunky heroine and sinfully confident hero. They’re funny and in danger, and that’s just the way they want it. Lesson learned: don’t try to save them.

When she’s not writing, Danita exercises her lungs at her son’s soccer matches and their favorite theme park, because everyone knows it’s easier on the stomach to scream your way down a roller coaster.

You can find Danita here: http://danitaminnis.danitaminnis.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RomanceAuthorDanitaMinnis

Falcon’s Angel is available now: http://www.liquidsilverbooks.com/books/falconsangel.htm

Now for some fun:

Ten Tantalizing Teasers-

Plotter or Pantser? I am both. I build the framework of my story first. I know the way I want it to end and usually have an idea who’s going to survive. However, I’m a Pantser at times because my characters always throw curve balls at me and I let them fly. It’s an adventure because this can and has changed a plot or two, and ended many lives! 

Which Goddess best defines you? Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love!

Favorite Dessert? Tiramisu – I can’t help myself!

Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate!

Favorite scent? Michael Kors

Coffee, tea, soda, or water? Perrier water

Do you have to set the mood to write? Nope. All I need is my laptop on a flat surface. I just tune everything out. It comes from years of reading on a crowded subway. All New Yorkers are bred to maintain the New York Poker Face amidst the madness. I don’t see anything else but the words on that page. At home, the television could be on and I wouldn’t even know what show is playing.

Do you have a favorite character? Falcon is my favorite right now. He is a ruthless killer but he is such a good, loyal guy. He knows Angel is the girl for him and he just doesn’t ‘see’ any other woman that way. *sigh.*

Morning, afternoon, evening, or late night writer? Lately, it’s been anytime. Whenever I have the opportunity. An hour before my alarm rings in the morning if an idea can’t wait.

If you weren’t writing, what would be your occupation? I’d still be singing, somewhere, even if it’s just at weddings. 

Thank you, Danita, for stopping by today! I wish  you much success with your writing and singing:) And my dear readers, I hope you enjoyed chatting with Danita today. Be sure to leave any comments or questions you may have for her!