Welcome Danita Minnis

 

Love, Reincarnation and Other Fantasies 

Falcon’s desire to stay alive hit me first.

I’m driving to work and in front of me a man gets run over by a car. A tragedy? No, it’s a romance, my paranormal romance Falcon’s Angel.

For three weeks this man haunted me, always getting into trouble. I had to throw this man into life-threatening scenarios and let him figure his way out. Threw a couple of his friends and enemies in there with him. Some of them didn’t make it.

Whoever he is he must have nine lives, I thought. If he’s that good at dodging a knife, maybe he’s an assassin. While preparing dinner I would wonder; what would this man do to stay alive?

I had to record these thoughts, get them out of my mind and into my laptop.

I didn’t know then that I was learning some of the most important ingredients for a great story: goal and motivation.

What do your characters want? Give it to them (even if you think they’re crazy) and see where it takes them. y alive? (I didn’t know then that I was learning some of the most important ingredients for a great story: Goal and Motivation)

For three weeks this man haunted me, always getting into trouble. I had to record these thoughts, get them out of my mind and into my laptop. I had to throw this man into life-threatening scenarios and let him figure his way out. Threw a couple of his friends and enemies in there with him. Some of them didn’t make it. That’s how I started writing.

Writing is not easy for me. It’s not effortless, and the learning curve only increases. But I love it. I have stories in my mind that wake me up at night and fill notepads. That’s inspiration, yes, but delivery is key. I’m working on that, I better always be working on that.
My debut paranormal romance Falcon’s Angel releases on May 28th (www.LiquidSilverBooks.com).

It’s countdown until release day and like any new author I’m jumping out of my skin with hope, fear and a few things in between. Hope you don’t mind if I share….

Writing is not easy for me. It’s not effortless, and the learning curve only increases. The stories in my mind wake me up at night and fill notepads. Inspiration, yes, but delivery is key.

 

Here’s what I learned by writing Falcon’s Angel; my characters write their story. After all, they live it! I’m just telling their tale.

As it turns out, my hero Falcon does not have nine lives, he’s got something better; Angel. He just doesn’t know it yet. She’s just as clueless, and perhaps a bit more stubborn. Without giving too much away, let’s just say that’s a problem for both of them.

Falcon’s Angel is a love story because I’m obsessed with the L word. Secretly, we all want the fairy tale, a hunk who just does it for you. (Insert your fantasy and any one of my boyfriends listed below!)

Hunks I Have a Thing for: Almost too many to count, but it’s worth a try! Here are just a few:

David Gandy!

Hugh Jackman

Dwayne Johnson

Joe Manganiello

Nic Cage

Jim Caviezel

Sacha Baron Cohen

Vin Diesel

Clive Owen

Stuart Townsend

Why are we so in love with love? Well, who doesn’t want that great feeling?

One day I was looking for a little bit more. Reincarnation, to be exact. Who knows, maybe David Gandy and I met somewhere, sometime. Wish I could remember that!  Soulmates R Us, I wanted to join, so I started writing Falcon’s Angel.

What would you do if you met your soulmate? Would you know who that person was right off the bat? Probably not. And let’s make a house rule that it’s not your mom or dad.

In Falcon’s Angel I explore what could happen between two soulmates meeting at a crucial time in their lives. Falcon and Angel need each other, just don’t know it yet. By the time they realize what they are up against and that a devil-workshipping cult wants them dead, it’s almost too late.

 

 

Falcon’s Angel – blurb 

She’s a classical violinist and daughter of a dynasty, but Angelina has never felt this kind of want before.

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.

Angelina wants to go unrecognized when she leaves her family’s Yorkshire estate to play in a symphony in Italy. But the Stradivarius, a gift from her deceased instructor, opens a door to hatred that is centuries old.

Falcon’s Angel is a paranormal romance of a love that ended in tragedy in eighteenth century France. Modern day Italy doesn’t treat Falcon and Angel any better but this time around they have an opportunity to learn something that can put a stop to the cycle of murder and mayhem.

Teaser Excerpt:

Excerpt

 

Naples, Italy

 

Falcon stood in the shadowed courtyard of the Naples Conservatory.

She left the building right on schedule. She had arrived early and stopped by the panetteria to pick up breakfast. She preferred the sweet rolls. When she left the music school, it was near dark.

Her schedule of classes wasn’t that bad. It was the time she spent practicing alone in whatever unoccupied classroom she could find that kept her there all day. She was dedicated, and very beautiful.

She had bumped into him in the hall two days ago on her way to class, “Scusi, Signore.” He did not know which was more shocking; the sound of her rich contralto or those huge liquid gold eyes, a striking contrast to the midnight waterfall rippling down her back.

He had purposely stepped in her path that day to confront her about the Stradivarius she carried. When he got a better look at her, he smiled “Perdonami,” and let her pass. Her lithe form glided down the hall.

If this goddess is a thief, she won’t have to take anything from me. I’ll give her whatever she wants, and more.

Although he allowed her to see him just that once, he had been watching her ever since. He did not know her name yet, but he called her Angel. Her unusual eyes made her seem like a fairy. Her fluid grace only enhanced the impression of an ethereal wood sprite.

The warm breeze lifting her summer print skirt silenced those thoughts.

Damned if he was not holding his breath waiting for the end of those legs before the gentle curve of her hips.

She crossed the darkening piazza and her full breasts danced under the white camisole top, making his mouth water. She was on her way home now.

She was staying at the Casa di Città on Piazza Avellino and now so was he. The apartment, a few avenues away from the Conservatory, was in the cultural Greco-Roman district, where the buildings themselves looked like archaeological finds.

Falcon emerged from the cluster of fig trees in the courtyard. He stopped when a man exited a side door off the Conservatory. The man started walking behind Angel.

Turning toward the fountain in the courtyard, he gave the man a head start. He fell in step behind the man, who carried no books, no instrument. Is he a teacher, or a lover? No, not a lover. The man didn’t even call out to the girl. He did not know her.

Falcon strolled along, looking into shop windows he passed. The man ignored a streetlight, but Falcon stopped, making sure no one followed him. With an idle shift from side to side, he waited for a car to cross the intersection.

Across the street, a teenager sat on the steps of a closed shop. He’d been there for the last few days. The car stopped at the curb in front of the teenager.

Someone should pick him up.

He would not jeopardize his cover for drug trafficking. He would leave that to the local polizia.

The light changed and Falcon crossed the street, satisfied that the man following Angel was alone.

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.

“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.

Bio

If you asked me which is easier, writing songs or writing novels, I would say it was the former. Melodies and rhymes are second nature. What my characters want is another thing entirely. With my debut novel, Falcon’s Angel, I learned to listen to my 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 I’m not writing, I exercise my lungs at my son’s soccer matches and our favorite theme park, because everyone knows it’s easier on the stomach to scream your way down a roller coaster.

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3 thoughts on “Welcome Danita Minnis

  1. What a great story. I always love stories with Angels in them as that is what I write about but this one with reincarnation and soul mates sounds super. I think it is a must read for me. Great interview. Good luck with your book.
    Linda Hays-Gibbs
    My Angel, My Light as Darkness Falls
    Angel in My Heart Devil in My Souil

    1. Hi Linda,

      We have something in common. I love the idea of an Angel watching over Falcon. 🙂

      Thanks so much for stopping by!

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