Deena is a bestselling author of Gothic romance at Amazon and is co-chair of the 2014 Arizona Dreamin' Event--Arizona's First Romance Reader event, May 30-June 1, 2014. Read more about Arizona Dreamin' here-registration is open!
So pull up a cozy spot and grab your fav summer beverage as we visit awhile with Deena!
Amanda: Tell us a little bit about yourself, Deena:
Deena: It was the mystique of Arizona’s history and landscape that called to me and catapulted my career as an author. When I'm not writing romance and urban
fantasy in the wee small hours of the morning or in the deep, dark of night, I teach language arts to middle school students. I make my home Gilbert, Arizona with my husband and two children, but New Jersey will always tug at my heartstrings.
I believe in angels and I love to connect with my reader fans. I invite readers to check out my web home at www.deenaremiel.com
Amanda: So one of the things I (and many readers) find curious is what inspired you to write this story?
Deena: What inspired me to write Burning Sage is a simple request from my editor- write me a story. Beyond that, the lush beauty of the island of Santorini drove my story line.
Amanda: Its a gorgeous cover! Would you share an excerpt with us?
Excerpt:
“Well, now what?” She brushed the sandy grit off her hands and sloshed her way to drier land. “I’m here. On a grumbling volcano. Alone. What the hell was I thinking?” She shook her head at her own audacity and stupidity.
“You were thinking of me, perhaps? I can only hope.”
Sage spun around at the sound of the low-timbred voice. “Emmanouel?”
He stepped out of the shadowy darkness and outstretched his arms in a welcoming gesture. “In the flesh. And you, Sage, are too, I see. Looking splendid.”
“Yes, much less dusty and grimy. It’s amazing what a shower and some clean clothes can do.” Really, Sage? That’s your big comeback?
He laughed lightly and sauntered closer to her. “So were you?”
“Was I what?”
“Thinking of me.”
“In a way.”
“In what way?”
“Annoyance, actually.”
“Why is that?”
“You disappeared on me earlier. You were following me out of the hole we were in, and then when I went to introduce you to a colleague, you were gone. I could have used some backup on my story about my face being injured and how you fixed it with that watery stuff of yours. See? It’s all gone. No cut, no bruise….”
“Just beautiful, soft skin that I long to touch.” His husky voice sent thrilling pulses through her body and a tingly sensation across her skin. He reached out, and with the back of his hand, tried to caress her cheek. Barely controlling her burgeoning lust, she stepped back.
“Now cut that out. I’m trying to be angry with you.”
“I’m sorry. Go ahead.”
“Well, I can’t now. You kinda fizzled it out of me.”
“Oh, good. So now I can touch you, yes?”
“No!” she huffed, and stepped farther out of his reach. “You can tell me where you went and why you’re here now. How did you know I’d be here?”
“I never left. I can never leave.”
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In order that everyone can spend time with their families, there will be no Front Porch visits on July 4th! I hope you all have a wonderful and safe time in the company of your friends and families!
See you on July 11 when we'll be visiting with Decadent Tease author, BIANCA SARBLE!
Until then, kindness matters~
Amanda
