What scares you the
most or makes you the happiest about writing?
The Joy of Writing
by Angela Dennis
Every time I see my books out in the world, I have to pinch
myself. It’s so surreal to think that other people, strangers even, are reading
my words. But even though I love the thrill of being published and having a
venue through which I can share my ideas, that’s not why I write. I write for
the joy of it. Nothing else in the world can transport me away from my worries
and the chaos of my day and into a world of my own imaginings. I have complete
(sort of) control over everything that happens in this world. For me, that’s a
relief in and of itself.
Writing makes me happy. It’s that simple. For me there is
something glorious about creating new worlds and seeing my characters come to
life. But it’s even more than that. It sounds silly, but I love the sound of my
fingers playing across my computer keys, the thrill of picking the font I’m
going to use for a particular story, or, best of all, that sense of relief when
the story finally starts telling itself. And then there is that glorious moment
when I get to see the finished product. I won’t lie. When I received my author
copies of Dance with the Devil , I put
one beside me as I completed my words for the night, and stared at it pretty
much the whole time.
Writing has opened numerous doors for me. It has allowed me to travel both this world as well as numerous mythical worlds (inside my head…but still!). It has allowed me to connect with other writers and readers. Some of whom have become my best friends. And it’s allowed me to be here, in this moment, talking to you.
by Angela Dennis
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BLURB:
After killing
one of her father’s enforcers, half-blood lion shifter Jillian Winters ran for
her life, landing in an upscale bar halfway across the country. Her boss,
Carrick—a pure-blood shifter—has no idea his barmaid is a fugitive.
When her father’s recklessness puts the
Pride at risk, Jillian must return home and assume his place as Alpha. But not
before she indulges in a taste of the attraction that’s been building for years
between her and Carrick.
Carrick Granger has had a soft spot for
Jillian from the moment she stepped into his bar, soaking wet and afraid of her
own shadow. He knows she has secrets. So does he. He’s also the outcast son of
an Alpha—and now that his father is dead, he, too, has been summoned home.
Thinking they’ll never see each other
again, the simmering heat between them ignites like a match to gunpowder. But
then the bullets start flying, forcing them to choose—duty to their Prides, or
the one person they can’t live without.
Warning: This book contains deception,
lies, betrayal, a sexy lion who is determined to claim his mate, and a mating
bond that will change the landscape of the Prides forever.
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EXCERPT
Carrick crossed the distance
between them, his powerful stride quickly closing the gap. When he stopped, he
was so close she could feel his breath hot against her forehead. She trembled
even before he smoothed his hands across her shoulders. Her mouth went dry. As
he bent down so they were eye to eye, need sizzled in her belly.
He stared at her, an
indiscernible expression on his face. “I don’t know if I’m coming back.” For
the first time since she’d met him, he smelled of uncertainty.
Jillian pressed her hand
against Carrick’s cheek, overwhelmed with the need to reassure him. He hadn’t
shaved, and his beard stubble was rough against her palm.
“Tell me,” she breathed.
For a moment, he leaned into
her embrace. His eyes slipped closed and a long breath drifted from his lips.
“I can’t.” Tearing away from her, he prowled across the room like a caged
animal. She could feel his beast leaping beneath his skin.
The pain in his eyes ripped
at her heart. She was pretty sure what was wrong. Every five years, the Prides
gathered by order of the Conclave. Even the prodigal children were called back.
The Elders left nothing to chance, ordering the shamans to send forth a
compulsion spell, cloaked in an invitation. Fighting it wasn’t just painful, it
was useless. If you didn’t heed the call, the enforcers were sent to bring you
back by force. Some Prides took advantage of the summons to hold a Claiming,
but never hers. Her father preferred to do his Claimings in secret,
hand-picking the participants. Or he had, until now.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Angela Dennis lives outside Cincinnati, Ohio, with
her husband, son and a sheltie with a hero complex. When she is not at her
computer crafting stories, she can be found feeding her coffee addiction,
playing peek-a-boo, or teaching her son about the great adventures found only
in books.
You can visit Angela at her website or her blog. She
loves to hear from her readers, so don’t forget to find her on Twitter to chat.
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Thank you so much for having me!
ReplyDeleteHi, Angela! So sorry to be late in welcoming you. Thank you so much for taking the time to come by and interact with my visitors, that is always very appreciated! Good luck on the tour, this sounds like a story with many of my favorite paranormal elements given a delicious twist!
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DeleteThanks SO much! I'm convinced blogger hates me ;( I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to flood the feed with duplicate posts *blushes* Thank you so much for having me on the blog and for your kind words about DANCE!
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DeleteI enjoyed the post and the excerpt, sounds like a really good book and I can't wait to read it, thanks for sharing!
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DeleteThanks so much, Eva! I hope you enjoy it!
DeleteIt does look yummy, doesn't it, Eva? Thanks for dropping by!
DeleteI enjoyed the excerpt, thank you.
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DeleteThanks so much, Rita!
DeleteGlad you liked it, Rita. Thanks for taking the time to visit!
DeleteEnjoyed reading your guest post today.
ReplyDeleteI thought it was lovely to get a glimpse of the fact that the process can give as much joy as we gain from reading these wonderful stories! Thanks for dropping by, Karen!
DeleteA great except thank you.
ReplyDeleteYou are quite welcome, Mary. Thanks for popping in!
DeleteReally enjoyed reading the excerpt, thank you!
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed it, Nikolina, thank you for taking the time to visit!
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