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I write suspense and light fantasy/paranormal set in the beautiful country of New Zealand. A land of myths and magic, Aotearoa (Maori for Long White Cloud) has always been a storytelling nation and it is my pleasure to share mine with you.

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Thursday, November 15, 2012

OH, THAT MAN - Vonnie Davis

I am super excited today to be hosting one of my VERY favourite authors and people, Vonnie Davis.
I first came to know this lovely and very funny lady through our shared publisher, The Wild Rose Press. And then I read her first book, Storm's Interlude, and I fell in love, with Storm, Rachel, and Vonnie herself. I adore her work and know you will too. Trust me, pick up one of her books if you haven't already - you're in for a treat!
 
But I'll sit back now and let her cast her spell over you as well as she talks about meeting the hero of her latest book, Niko for the first time. Enjoy :)
 
LaVerne, I’m so excited to be here. Hugs to you for inviting me.
 
If you’re not a writer, you don’t understand how a character can grab you by the throat and control your life while you write his/her story. Whenever I speak of it to non-writers, they take a step back, their eyes darting back and forth for the nearest exit. I’ve learned to temper my remarks. But since you’re here, you’re either a writer or an avid reader interested in how writers think. So let me share one of my experiences with my hero in Mona Lisa’s Room, a romantic suspense set in Paris.
 
I had just drifted off to sleep one night when someone slammed our bedroom door. I sat straight up in the bed. What…what was that? I glanced at Calvin. He was snoring away. I must have been dreaming. I snuggled against Calvin and drifted off. Once more the door slammed. Only this time, I saw who did it—Niko, my hero, my French government agent.
 
I leaned up on my elbows, none too happy with his waking me again. “What? What do you want?”
 
“Watch.” His commanding tone of voice left no room for argument. We’d had similar late-night artistic confrontations before. I knew if I didn’t acquiesce to his demands, he’d just keep waking me.
 
So I watched Niko as he stormed back a hallway, his fists clenched. He opened the door to an interrogation room. Alyson, my heroine, was blindfolded and tied to a chair. He charged in the room and slammed the door. Her head snapped in the direction of the noise. Poof! The vision/dream/insight was over.
 
“That’s it?”
 
Silence.
 
“That’s all you’re showing me? Why are you so mad? Why is Alyson tied up? Wait, you woke me for that piddling little bit? I need more. Give me more.”
 
Calvin rolled over. “You want more, baby?”
 
Oh, for heaven’s sake!!!
 
It took me four chapters of set-up to get to that door slamming scene. I was not happy with my demanding hero.
 
Alyson, or Aly as Niko calls her, has been missing all day. He’s been frantically looking for her. Meanwhile she’s been arrested for solicitation due to a misunderstanding and her lousy French.
 
 
After Niko saw Marie-Clare placed safely into the hands of a female officer, he turned his attention to Aly. If she’d kept those fantastic legs of hers at the safe house where she belonged, none of this would have happened. He wouldn’t have gone though his own private hell. Josette, innocent soul that she was, might still be alive. Marie-Clare wouldn’t be mourning the loss of her friend.
 
Aly needed to be taught a lesson, and he planned on being the teacher from hell.
 
Niko opened the door to the interrogation room and stilled.
 
Aly’s head turned in the direction of the noise, a blindfold over her beautiful blue eyes.
 
His gaze swept over her and he willed himself to calm down.
 
She was safe.
 
She was unharmed.
 
In fact, the woman he worried over for the majority of the day was not only unscathed, she’d had her hair and nails done. His temper started to rise as he stared. Her hair was shorter now. A head-turning red. Large golden hoops drew attention to her pretty face, as if she needed any help. Clear fingernail polish had been replaced with dark red.
 
His back molars ground together. He thought of grabbing and shaking her. Damned if while he was slowly going insane with worry, she went shopping. He packed her clothes for her. If there’d been a skintight dress like the one hugging her very appealing curves, he would have remembered. The dress showed more cleavage than he liked for her to display to the world and rode too high on her thighs, exposing the bottom of the butterfly wings of her tattoo. The damn dress was little more than a naval napkin. What possessed her to buy such a thing?
 
While fear gnawed on his gut all afternoon, she was having a girl’s day out, visiting a beauty salon and shopping. He should shake the daylights out of her. His gaze dropped to her shoes and his tongue nearly rolled out onto the floor. Good Lord! His fingers itched to forge a trail over those legs. The woman was messing with his mind and his libido, making him weak with lust.
 
Just to startle her, he strode into the room and slammed the door behind him. He took pleasure in seeing her jump. Because he was so damned mad, he walked to the opposite side of the table from where she sat and frowned at her. If he got any closer, he would put his hands around her slender throat. Twenty four hours. He had only known this woman for twenty-four hours, and she had him tied into knots.
 
“Who…who’s there?” Her head turned slightly from side to side as if hoping to hone in on his presence.
 
If he spoke, she might recognize his voice. No, he would not speak just yet. Slowly, he walked the perimeter of the room, his gaze locked on her. How could a soft woman contain so much strength? How was he to protect himself from her and her sweet allure?
 
He made two slow trips around the perimeter of the room, his anger growing with each step. Had she no clue what she did to him? How scared she made him when she walked out of his life? Before he realized his intent, he banged his fist on the top of the table. She jumped. “What in God’s name were you thinking?” he yelled in French.
 
BLURB:
 
Gwen,
 
You won't believe this email. I'm sitting in a French safe house, eating caviar and drinking champagne with a handsome government agent, Niko Reynard. He's wearing nothing but silk pajama bottoms and mega doses of sex appeal. I'm in big trouble, little sister. He's kissed me several times and given me a foot massage that nearly caused spontaneous combustion. I'm feeling strangely virginal compared to the sexual prowess this thirty-year-old man exudes.
 
When I came to Paris for a bit of adventure, I never imagined I'd foil a bombing attempt, karate-kick two men, and run from terrorists while wearing a new pair of stilettos. I've met a German musician, a gay poet from Australia, and the most delightful older French woman.
 
Don't worry. I'm safe--the jury's still out on yummy Niko, though. The more champagne I drink, the less reserved I feel. What an unforgettable fortieth birthday!
 
Alyson
 
View the Book Trailer: http://bit.ly/MonaTrailer
BUY LINKS:
THE WILD ROSE PRESS (digital) -- http://bit.ly/MonaLisaDigital
THE WILD ROSE PRESS (paperback) -- http://bit.ly/MonaLisasRoom
AMAZON (paperback) -- http://amzn.to/QQZGyD
FIND ME ONLINE AT http://www.vonniedavis.com
BLOGGING AT http://www.vintagevonnie.blogspot.com

Thank you, Vonnie. That was so much fun - and special thanks for the yummy visual of Niko! ;) 


27 comments:

  1. Thanks for having me, LaVerne. I'm looking forward to spending time with you and your readers today.

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    1. Anytime Vonnie. It's a pleasure hosting you here in this part of the world!

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  2. It's like that sometimes.....sweet dreams.

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    1. Yes, it is Maddy. My characters often come to me at night for a chat.

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  3. Oooh another extract! Very exciting as well as being a lesson in writing desire.... :) Edith xxx

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    1. Hi Edith, thanks for stopping by. Yes, we love to torture our characters, don't we?

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  4. Someone suggested to me that all characters are floating around somewhere, looking for that one writer that they can connect with, that one writer who can tell their particular story. When characters act like yours, it makes me wonder if that suggestion might not be true.

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    1. Ohhhhh, Kathy, I love that idea. It suits my fanciful nature perfectly. Thanks for sharing it. All of my heroes come to me at night when I'm in that fragile, fluttery state between wakefulness and sleep. They are fully formed and full of attitude.

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  5. Another great excerpt. Loved it!

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  6. Wow! What a unique blurb. And Niko--Wow! Sounds like another winner, Vonnie. BTW, LaVerne, I LOVED Storms Interlude too.

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    1. Thats because you've got great taste in heroes, Lilly ;)

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    2. Lilly, when I wrote the scene with Alyson composing an email to Gwen, I thought wouldn't this make a neat back cover blurb? I didn't think my editor or the blurb committee would go for it. But I threw the idea out anyway. My editor loved it, all I heard from the committee was shorten it, since it was over the desired word count for a blurb.

      I'm thrilled you loved Storm's Interlude. I love it, too. Our "first" is always special to us, isn't it?

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  7. Hilarious post, ladies. I call it "character pillow talk", Vonnie. I can't count how many nights I've climbed from bed to go write things down.

    And you know I loved Mona Lisa's Room, and Niko, but I want to hear more about Calvin! lmao I snorted Pepsi out of my nose.

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    1. hehehe - me too Mac! Just loved that line! Don't you love it how men are ever hopeful! :)

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    2. OK, ladies, we all know just cause there's snow on the mountain top... He takes his hearing aid out when he sleeps and "whatever" ever since I bit on his earlobe in a fit of passion one night and chewed through the antennae. Darn, those hearing aids are expensive!!

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    3. Oh, God, stop. STOP! You're killing me, Vonnie. I'm going to pee my pants.

      Poor Calvin. What, he couldn't hear that? Tell him I said, POOR CALVIN!

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  8. Vonnie I'm running on one eye at the moment but I can certainly see Niko. Still, Calvin is far better looking!

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    1. I'll be sure to pass along your compliment to Calvin. It'll make his day. Thanks for stopping by and I hope your eye issue soon improves.

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  9. Vonnie, great excerpt and even better looking hero!

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    1. Thanks Angela. Niko is half French and half Italian and all male, even when he's annoying.

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  10. Gorgeous work, Vonnie. And I love that Alyson can drink bubbles, eat caviar, ...ahem, etc... while typing a flawless email to Gwen. A dream heroine - congrats.

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    1. Thanks, Rae. I can barely type an error-free email. But Alyson, detail oriented artist that she is, has no problem doing that. So glad you stopped by.

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  11. Oh my! I do love the French! I have a half French-half Texan (try to describe 'that' accent! LOL) in a story right now. He whispers the most delightful nothings just when I'm trying to go to sleep!

    I can't wait to read Niko and Aly's story, Vonnie! Good luck with it.

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    1. I can't wait to hear your opinion of MONA. It was great fun to write, even with Niko's demands. Thanks for stopping by. Oh, a French Texan twang...how delightful!!!

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  12. Hi Vonnie,
    Wonderful blurb and excerpt!! Brought a smile to my face. Your confidence in writing has grown so much - earning well-deserved success I'm sure - and I reckon you've got the 'author voice' nailed. Do you think your personality shows through your books? If so, then I hope I'm fortunate enough to meet you one day.

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  13. Hi Vonnie
    What a nice surprise to find you here... I love your hero and the way he visited you at night. I'm not sure what my husband would make of such night-time visitations, but thankfully he's generally quite tolerant of my habit of having long discussions about the preferences and habits of imaginary people. "What car do you think a twenty-something New Zealand rugby player who also owned a sports bar in Leeds would drive?... No, he's definitely got better taste than that... Hmmm, maybe. I'll think about it..."

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