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 toher 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.
My debut paranormal romance Falcon’s Angel is a story of reincarnation, mystery and passion, all the elements that I love to write about. It is a suspenseful journey from the verdant land of eighteenth century Italy to modern-day England as Falcon and his Angel combat the devil-worshipping cult who’s wanted their blood for two hundred years.
Between
Falcon dodging a serrated blade and Angel dodging the lustful il Dragone, I
lost a lot of sleep. These two didn’t let up until I wrote it all down. I might
go a few days without a character attack, but my guilty conscience knows I have
unfinished business. I can’t leave Angel in the clutches of a sex-crazed
devil-worshipper, can I?
Who
knows, maybe nightclub singing might end up in one of my books. It’s an
interesting vampire-like existence to wake up at 9:00 pm and call your friends
and family to say goodnight before you go to work. I’m very attracted to the
prowling darkness of a vampire’s life. More of that to come in Book Three of
the Cardiff Family series when Angel’s uncle Xavier has to decide between love
and his human existence.
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.
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.
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Thanks for having me on today, Debbie!
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It was my pleasure, Danita! Come back anytime w Falcon n Angel!
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