Hello and welcome. I’d like you to meet another awesome author today: Lynne Stevie. This is what she has to say.
I was raised on a small farm in the Midwest, at a time when there were only 3 television stations. Oh the horror!
Growing up miles away from any other families gave me the opportunity to hone my imagination and plenty of time to read. To say that I had an active imagination is a huge understatement and I have always had a fascination for magic, fantasy and the paranormal.
After earning a bachelor degree in Criminology I married my college sweetheart and traded farm country for the sugar white beaches of the Florida Panhandle. Now I spend my time writing and taking care of my three children, two dogs, one guinea pig and my terrific husband.
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About Angel’s Kiss:
Angel’s Kiss is the story of Alexandria Hayes-Lewis. Lexie, as she likes to be called, is blessed with the perfect life. By day she manages her family’s detective agency in Serevan, the beautiful beach town where she was born and raised. By night she makes certain her devilishly handsome husband knows just how much she loves him.
Lexie never knew she’d been marked at birth by an Angel’s Kiss—until one ordinary case turned deadly.
A brutal attack awakens a deeply hidden family legacy: a superhuman strength and vitality. Not only is she stronger—her gift can intensify the strength and power of immortal beings. With the secrets of her heritage unlocked, and her legacy revealed, Lexie becomes the prey.
Terrified by changes she doesn’t understand and sensual nightmares she can’t control, Lexie desperately searches for ways to harness the power flowing through her veins. But when people die and her family is threatened, she takes the ultimate step against those who want to shield her, those who want to possess her, and those who want to kill her. In a frantic bid for freedom, she enlists the help of an unusual guardian and an ancient weapon.
Will it be enough to save her?
Read an Excerpt
A taste of Ellasar:
Floating I’m floating in warm water… mmm it’s the perfect temperature, although it feels thicker and heavier than water should. I hope I don t wake up. This is a great dream. It feels so real. I can even smell…
Oh god, I feel hands all over my body. Startled, I open my eyes. The light is very dim, and it flickers like a candle or a torch. The ceiling… it’s so far away, and it looks like it’s made of stone or rock.
Panic threatens to overcome me, but the hands gently washing my hair pull me back into the euphoria of the dream. I raise one hand and watched the liquid coat my fingers and palm, and then run down my arm. The water seems white against my skin. A soft, dark-olive hand takes my extended arm before I have time to worry about the color of the water and gently massages my hand.
I’m naked, exposed. However, the sensual experience the hands, too many to count, gently supporting and cleansing my body overpower my anxiety. The sensation is both soothing and breathtaking. My mind is fuzzy I’m conscious enough to feel what’s going on, but not enough to speak or turn my head to see whose massaging and washing me.
Their touch is very intimate. Yet I know it’s not Alan. I should try to wake up, but this feels so wonderful I want to enjoy every moment. Ah.
I must have drifted deeper into sleep for a moment, because I’m out of the water now. I can feel a soft bed around me and my face is resting gently on soft petals. The scent of roses surrounds me; it’s so strong, I can almost taste them on my tongue. Hands massage my skin with some kind of oil.
Wonderful…roses. The hands gently roll me onto my back. A soft breeze against my naked breasts sends a chill through me. I just can’t make myself feel self-conscious. I know I should, but it’s a dream, why not enjoy it?
Who? I finally manage to ask. No one answers. The hands just keep rubbing the oil all over my body, working in perfect synchronization. I slide my fingers through the soft rose petals, enjoying the creamy texture. What an amazing dream, I manage to say in a low mumble.
This is as it can be, Alexandria, my Qadesh, if you choose to come back to me.
My eyes open, my mind instantly alert, but my body is still numb. I see a man kneeling beside me; he has a small cloth draped around his waist, leaving the rest of his body bare. Power radiates off his glistening olive skin. My bare skin tingles where it touches his thigh. My eye follows the line of his arm up to his broad chest; he is smooth and muscled. A tattoo wraps around his shoulders like an ancient necklace. The sculpted muscles of his shoulders and neck make a perfect frame for his smooth, bald head.
I meet his gaze. His deep onyx eyes mesmerize me; he has me trapped. I don t want to look away. The deep black kohl eye liner, which runs to an extreme point in the corner of his eyes made his face even more dramatic.
His fingers caress my face, following the line of my chin to my neck. They flow over my nipple, down my stomach, and out over my hip. A spin-tingling thrill goes through my body as his fingers skim over my skin. Without shame I arch my hips to meet his touch. His hand returns to my face and traces my lips. My tongue follows the path of his finger, only to realize he s put something on my lips. The taste is metallic, but sweet. My eyes close as he whispers in my ear. Dreams can be made real, my Qadesh. His cold breath on my skin makes me burn with need.
I reach out to trace the muscles of his arm; tiny hairs tickle my fingers. Hummm but his skin had looked so smooth….
I opened my eyes and saw my own bedroom and all the clutter and books on my nightstand.
Just a dream, I whispered to myself as I nestled back into Alan s arms. I felt him waking as he pulled me in tighter, trying to hold me like a pillow.
Mmmm, Alan said. You smell like roses.
10 Quick-fire Questions With Lynne Stevie
1. Perfect life: quiet or busy?
Well, since life is sooo busy right now (three kidos and work and writing) I’d say QUIET!
2. Perfect partner: blindingly honest or a mind reader?
Definitely mind reader. My husband knows better than to tell me the truth when I ask if my butt looks big. lol
3. Perfect pick-me-up: chocolate or hug?
Can’t I have both?
4. Perfect writing companion: coffee or iced tea?
Coffee! White Chocolate Mocha is my favorite.
5. Perfect children: carbon copies of yourself or suprising you daily?
Well my daughter is planning on writing a dragon book over the Christmas Holidays and my boys both love to read. Of course they’re perfect! We’ll see what I say when they’re teenagers. lol
6. Perfect treat: family gathering or solitary walk on the beach?
Treat= family gathering — Retreat= solitary walk.
7. Perfect Christmas present: a book or a two-day shopping spree?
Can the shopping spree be in the book store. There’s one in the Atlanta airport that’s a coffee shop and a restaurant with Martini’s. I love that place!
8. Perfect entertainment: movie or music concert?
9. Perfect job: brings recognition or a six-figure salary?
Writing fiction of course and I’ll take the money and live in the shadows.
10. Perfect fantasy character: an angel or a zombie?
The title of my first novel answers that one! Angel’s, sexy ones of course!
If you’d like to learn more about Lynne Stevie, you can take a look at her blog Sunny Personality, Dark Imagination
or find her on Facebook http://www.facebook.com/lynnestevieauthor