Hello Annie! Thank you so
much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! It’s such a pleasure to chat with you. So tell me…
Thanks for having me
Beth.
Q) Is this book part
of a series? If so, can you tell us
about it?
This is part two of
the Blood brothers series but both are stand-alone books. Kiss of death
introduces Derrick and his brother. Both are vampires but they are very
different in personality.
Q) Can you give a
fun or interesting fact about your book?
David, the protagonist in book two,
tried to take over book one so I had to promise him his own. LOL.
Q) Do you have any
habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?
When I’m writing love
scenes, I play soft music and light scented candles. For fight scenes, I burn
incense and play themes from horror movies.
Q) Do you plan all
your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
I’m what they call in
Australia, a pantser. I sit down at the computer and the scenes play out in my
head.
Q) What are your
upcoming projects?
I’m madly trying to
finish book three in the series which will re-introduce a couple of the
secondary characters from one and two. Unfortunately, book four keeps
interrupting. The characters in this story will be very different to anything
else I’ve written. I may need to flitter between the two.
BLURB
The Art of Seduction
Meaghan Lamb has a mission. She plans to use her undercover
assignment in the local University to prove, once and for all, that she has
what it takes to make a great detective. But when her class is assigned a very
hot nude model/artist, her plans turn pear-shaped. As her suspicions about him
grow, so does her attraction but how can she allow herself to fall for a man
who could be a cold-blooded killer?
David Corel has seen his paintings come to life in the
form of a beautiful, blonde art student who seems unable to look at him without
blushing. But, is she really as pure and innocent as she seems? Or could she be
the campus killer?
EXCERPT
“No, no, no.” David protested as he came up behind her
and took the brush from her hand. “For a start, this is the wrong brush.” He
exchanged the bristle for a sable brush and delicately dabbed it onto the
palette. “Think of your brush as a tool.” He said as he put the brush in her
hand and held her hand to the canvas. She could feel the hard muscles of his
chest on her shoulders as he leaned over her, moving her hand like a
marionette. Together they stroked the canvas.
“When you hold the tool, I want you to make slow,
seductive movements like this…” he demonstrated downward movements, “the oil
makes the paint slide easily, making your brush strokes more fluid.”
It took Meaghan only a few seconds to realise his
double entendre. “Control the tool. Move your hand slowly up and down, adding
linseed oil when your movements begin to catch. Ah, that’s good.” He pressed
against her, his erection rubbing against the small of her back as he continued
his play on words. “The tip is very sensitive. Use a featherlike touch for
optimum effect. Pay careful attention to the reactions of the canvas. You will
sense when to add oil and when you should apply more pressure. That’s very
nice. You’re doing well…keep up the pressure…yes, yes…that’s it.” She heard his
low, quiet groan and she gasped in response. “As the pressure builds, move
faster, faster Meaghan…oh, that feels good doesn’t it.” His voice breathless,
ragged as he moved her hand furiously over the canvas.
“Faster…until you can sense that the canvas is at the
point where it can take no more, then… add a bit more for good measure.” David
stopped abruptly. The painting finished. Meaghan could hardly believe what they
had created in such a short amount of time. She stood admiring the work. Her
body exhausted as though she had been put through a wringer. Damp heat soaked
her dress. She shuddered when David asked her.
“Was that as good for you as it was for me?”
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AUTHOR INFO
Annie lives on the NSW Central Coast (Australia) with her
very supporting husband and two of her grown children. She loves spending time
with her granddaughters who live with their parents within walking distance of
Nannie and keep her on her toes.
As a former Shotokan Karate Instructor, she loves to write
about strong women who prefer to fight their own battles. Her family shares a
love of weapons, the nastier the better, but her home is also filled to the
brim with books.
Raised to enjoy reading and learning about the supernatural,
it seemed logical to eventually write her own stories. After completed University,
graduating with a BA in English and Ancient History, she entered and won a
short story writing competition which gave her the confidence to submit her
work to publishers. Her vivid imagination ensures that she will continue
writing for many years to come.
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