Hello everyone! Elodie,
thanks so much for having me on today.
I want to send my
best wishes to all for a wonderful holiday season and may all your dreams come
true in the New Year!
I'm celebrating my new paranormal
romance Love Entwined with a never-before-seen excerpt. In this excerpt, Amelie
is wandering the drafty old halls of St. Clair Manor. With over a hundred rooms
to roam, you never know who you might bump into.
Run, little witch…
Amelie Laurent is on her way to the top
of the jewelry designing world with no time for men. Her orderly life is about
to come undone when jewelry tycoon Roman Cardiff steals her away on assignment
to a remote English estate. Roman wants Amelie all to himself but St. Clair
Manor’s resident ghost has been waiting for her much longer than he has.
Run home…
An unseen gunman takes a shot at Roman
and he blames a business rival. But Amelie and Roman are to blame, for falling
in love 200 years before in a time neither of them remember.
From the heartbreak of pre-Revolutionary
France to modern day corporate wars, Amelie and Roman uncover a history of
blood jewels, lust and demons.
Good witch, bad witch, you must decide…
When Amelie discovers her inner witch
she learns the real reason she was summoned to St. Clair Manor. Il Dragone will
kill to get her back. Amelie will kill if they do.
Read the never before seen excerpt:
Can one get lost in a
suite? She thought.
There was yet another
door at the other end of the sitting room, which probably led to the hallway.
She walked past brown leather armchairs and an antique writing desk and opened the door.
Roman stood with his
back to her near a huge tester bed, a towel wrapped around his waist. His
shoulder muscles bunched as he dried his hair with a smaller cloth. He turned
toward her and his jaw clenched.
He looked like he
wanted to swallow her whole.
She drew a sharp
breath and dropped her gaze to his chest, which was sprinkled with glistening
curls.
“I am sorry. I wanted
Anne…I mean, I wanted bubble bath. There isn’t any in the bathroom. I thought
this was the hallway…” She had backed up against the wall, looking for the door. She took in a gulp of air to push her heart
back down her throat.
He tossed the towel
on the bed and started a lazy stroll toward her as if it were the most natural
thing for him to be wearing nothing but that towel around his waist. She tore
her eyes away from flat brown nipples and black hair running down the middle of
his chest and disappearing under the towel.
When he stopped, his
chest was inches from her face. She instinctively drew in the fresh scent of
soap and her eyes met his. Leaning her head against the wall, she held her
breath when his hand moved slowly behind her. He bent his head and his lips
brushed her hair when he spoke into the intercom.
“Anne, Amelie would
like a bubble bath.” He brought his arm down and his biceps worked in a
fascinating play of muscles. “She will be up in a few minutes.”
She had no idea how
long she’d been staring at biceps and ridged abs ending in a tantalizing trail
of hair under the towel at his waist but she jerked her eyes away. Heated
embarrassment crept up over her sweater collar. Without turning, she searched
the wall behind her for the doorknob.
Roman leaned closer.
She went still as the wet warmth of his
skin enveloped her.
About Danita:
Danita Minnis
grew up singing and once thought she would do that all her life. She soon found
writing just as fulfilling and writes paranormal romance. She loves mystery,
mysticism, the fantastic and the fey. She has published The Cardiff Novels, a
series about one family’s trials with vengeful demons, a legacy of ghosts and
mysterious blood jewels. She is currently working on the third novel in the
Cardiff series, which introduces the Cardiffs’ connection to ancient vampires.
Danita
is a member of Romance Writers of America. She is a lover of chocolate, a good,
scary movie, kittens and pups - especially Siberian Huskies. When she is not
writing, she 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.
Find Danita online:
The Cardiff Novels:
