Guest blog by Danita Minnis, author of Love Entwined
It is great to be here today! Thanks so much for having me.
Have you ever fallen for the leading man? I get so caught up in a great character that I become obsessed, like I have with Roman Cardiff, the hero of my new paranormal romance Love Entwined.
Sometimes I just have to let go. As if dreaming (literally) about Roman for several weeks wasn’t enough, I started envisioning him everywhere I went. Driving in the car, I see him slam against my windshield in a battle with il Dragone demons and I mentally check him for bruises. Big mistake. That’s when the alarms started going off and I knew I was in love with Roman.
I love him, I say, he can’t get hurt. Oh, but he can. And, he should. It’s because I love him that these things should happen to him. I have a very strange way of showing my love, you say. You would be right, and hey, some of us deserve a spanking now and then. Roman certainly does.
If I am writing a character I want you to care about, wouldn’t it be that much more edge-of-your-seat (or page) exciting to see if and how he gets out of a murderous situation? Whether you love him for the billionaire he is or hate him for the playboy he will always be, it is my job to see that you are invested in Roman.
That’s why I had to give Roman some bruises, and maybe a few broken bones. Don’t worry, I didn’t mess up that gorgeous face of his; thick, black brows over blue eyes and dimples are still in place. Maybe just a tad sexier with the sweat of a good row on the brow, as my Englishman Roman would say.
There are some bruises on the inside, too. Like all of us, Roman is a flawed human. Family tragedy has bruised him. Murder, a history with vengeful demons. Roman, I say, you can’t win them all. You didn’t think it was humanly possible to have success in every part of your life, did you?
When you, the reader, are invested in a character and his story, you love the journey and don’t want it to end. You might even jump in and help Roman fight il Dragone. Here is something you’ll love; he’s fighting for Amelie, the woman he has loved for more than 200 years. They just don’t know each other yet in this life.
Come along for the journey. Fall in love with Roman. Kill some demons for Amelie.
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 playboy and 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.
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.
A Love Entwined. Jewel wars…the blood will tell.
“…and I would like you to work on the designs.”
“Me?” She asked. Breathe. She fought to regain her equilibrium. It wasn’t working.
“Yes and the timing is perfect, now that you’re no longer working on that other project.” With a smug smile, Harold came out from behind his desk to stand between them.
She needed some breathing room and stepped away from Mr. Cardiff. She was still close enough to hear him chuckle under his breath.
She frowned at him. Was he making fun of her? No, what she read in his eyes was a challenge.
He gave her a repentant grin.
Maybe it was three months of pent up anger at being—for lack of a better word manipulated in her home. Or, maybe it was three months of the best sex—real or imagined—she’d ever had in her life with a phantom who chose to introduce himself at this very inconvenient time when she was trying to quit her exhausting job. It was also just as likely the fact that her warm and generous dream lover was actually a pampered and conceited heir who probably had more woman than the time required to service them. Whatever the reason, she had reached her limit.
She faced Mr. Cardiff. Folding her arms, she acknowledged what had passed between them and accepted his dare. “It would be my pleasure.”
Harold gave her an odd look and guided her to the divan as if she needed some guidance, which only served to irk her more. “You will be in good hands with Amelie. Did you know that she was lead designer behind Bijou’s Artisan Collection?”
“I had no idea.” There was a slight edge to Mr. Cardiff’s tone, but it was nothing compared to the arrogance that frosted his eyes. “And how is our old friend Garamonde?”
Was it possible to hate someone at first sight?
“Still old, I suppose.”
Harold coughed, and she refused to look at him. She would stare Mr. Cardiff down until closing time, if need be.
As quickly as his eyes had frosted, they warmed up again with amusement.
She could not quell the sinking feeling she had lost control of the situation. She suspected it had never been in her possession in the first place. But now that the fateful words of acceptance were out of her mouth, the wind went out of her sails.
Mr. Cardiff smiled as smoothly as he had just engineered this desired outcome. He sat down on the other end of the sofa and stretched long, muscular legs out. They nearly reached the desk Harold leaned against. A swimmer’s physique, she thought and then shut that errant thought down as quickly as it had surfaced. “Excellent,” he said. “When will you be ready to leave for St. Clair Manor?”
“Mr. Cardiff, this is highly irregular. I cannot be contracted out…” She looked at Harold. He shrugged.
She schooled her voice back to a modicum of professionalism. “Mr. Cardiff, we have everything we need here at Penrods to do the job. I can forward the sketches to you in just a few weeks’ time.”
Harold cleared his throat and belatedly, she realized what he was going to say. “Actually, Amelie, we are also contracted for a refurbishment project.”
Merde, it would take months. She had gone from the verge of resigning her position to yet another commitment, to him, no less.
Still, she had been cornered by powerful men before. Men who were born with advantage in the corporate sector. Men who obtained everything they wanted and many things they didn’t, without even trying.
Some men, she snorted inwardly, don’t deserve the women they have. Or had. But she’d promised herself she would not think about Emil Garamonde anymore. As much as it hurt to know she’d lost control with Emil, she had finally convinced herself that what happened between them was a normal, human mistake. It was okay to make mistakes as long as you learn from them. And, oh, how she’d learned. She would never let her guard down again.
Mr. Cardiff’s good looks hardened her resolve. She tried again to dissuade him from this kidnapping Harold was consenting to because this time she wanted to win. She put cold steel in her voice.
“Another few weeks, and the jewels will be safe here in our vault while I work on them.”
His chiding chuckle said they were both aware he had her. It made her feel chastened, but it also made her legs weak with an unwelcome tremor of desire.
The handsome devil had dimples to boot.
“Ms. Laurent, I am afraid that is impossible. The Cardiff collection never leaves St. Clair Manor. I’m sure you will find our facilities more than adequate. As for the sketches, I will need to work closely with you on concepts.” His eyes raked her form again. “I am very hands-on.”
The Cardiff Novels
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.
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