Today I’m really thrilled to have a fellow RWA chaptermate and fellow author from New Dawning Bookfair, Dani Jace with me on the Journal. Dani’s latest novella, White Doe, is an erotic paranormal that takes place down at my vacation mecca, the Outer Banks of North Carolina.
Tell us a little bit about your new release. White Doe is an erotic, paranormal novella about a shape-shifting hawk living a secret life until his first love returns to the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Their connection deepens when he discovers her unique animal nature.
What was your inspiration for this story? Most of what I write is set on the Outer Banks which has a rich history and at times steeped in mystery…The Lost Colony, pirates, shipwrecks and the like. I believed a paranormal would work well there. While researching, I ran across a Native American legend about a phantom white deer said to be the spirit of Virginia Dare. I wrote my characters as shifters who descended from the Croatans and from there the story fell into place.
I am a fanatic about my character names. Are the character names in this novel special in any way? I’ve always loved the name Shane. Cheyenne worked because I could hear him calling her Chey (Shy) for short. For some reason I always tend to give my main characters a pet name.
What was your process for writing your book? Is this different or the same as other books you’ve written? My first two novels were total pantsers. I plotted most of this one, but my subconscious threw in a couple of surprising twists. I love when that happens.
Who is your favorite romance hero or heroine and why? What qualities do they possess that make them memorable? Maximus in Gladiator. I love the strong, silent―never say die type. My heroes tend to be men of few words, probably because I live with a chatter-box.
If you could have one wish granted just for you (not world peace, LOL), what would you wish for? For my son to live a long, healthy and happy life.
Now, Just for Fun:
What is your favorite amusement park ride? Whiskey takes me as high as I want to go without a jet engine.
Tea or coffee? Coffee – black
Would you rather vacation in Hawaii, Vegas or London? Hawaii, baby!
Do you prefer to sleep in frilly lingerie or a tee shirt? I love cotton.
Boxers, briefs or commando? My heroes wear boxer briefs. Me―that’s a secret.
Blond, brunette or redhead? (preferred men’s hair color) Usually dark hair, but of late, I’m imagining more sandy-haired heroes akin to Aussie, Chris Hemsworth and Charlie Hunnam of SOA.
Would you rather skydive or scuba dive? Scuba―but only in crystal clear water.
What’s the one thing you would never do? Never say never, it’ll come back and bite you in the a$$.
Blurb for White Doe:
A descendant of the Croatan Indians, Shane is a shape-shifting hawk living a secret life on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. When a dark-haired beauty from his past returns for their chieftain’s funeral she opens Shane’seyes and heart to his denied heritage. Cheyenne’s long held affection for her former lover is rekindled, but she is afraid to reveal the reason for her departure years ago. But can she trust him with the truth and will their journey to love lead Shane to his ultimate destiny?
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Excerpt from White Doe:
Cheyenne gripped the counter behind her. He’d never believed the bit about her mom changing jobs. If she revealed the real reason they’d left Manteo, he’d think her insane. “I’d never betray you, Shane.” Her words spilled out sounding breathless.
The back of his knees hit the chair.It skidded backward and tipped over as he closed in on her like a predator. His eyes darkened to molten caramel as his nostrils flared. Over two hundred pounds of sinewy muscles trapped her against the counter while large hands rested at her lower back.
Stunned, she froze. Anger and passion mixed. The pungent aroma of whiskey wafted from masculine lips hovering inches from hers.
In mocked defiance she lifted her chin. The act forced him to pause, but only for a second. Then he claimed her mouth.
Savagely.Branding her.As he had when she was sixteen.
Freewill gone, she melted into his hard embrace and prodding erection.His tongue swept past her teeth with hunger as he lifted her onto the counter.
“God, Chey,” he hissed, squeezing her ass making her wet with need.
His hands roved under her skirt, skimming the tops of her thighs, until his fingers caught the band of her silk thong. Like a hunter, he shredded the flimsy barrier.
Her head fell back in surrender as her hips bucked forward. Far better than whiskey, his touch drugged her, weakened her defenses. Nothing had changed.