Welcome to my blog for the reboot of Guns for Angels, a delightful romantic suspense. Just look at that great cover! Also with me today is Ann Carson, the book's heroine, for some Q&A.
Ann
My sister was all the family I had. She was taken from me and now, someone wants me dead, too. Not sure why.
I’m sure I’m not going to give my life up, though. I’m not going to let them get away with my sister’s murder.
The new me will try, anyway.
You see, when she was alive I could live in brightness and peace. Now I have to accept the darkness within me. After all, isn’t life about balance? Ironically, the man who can teach me how to embrace the shadows is broken, hopeless, and angry. Mark is also the only one I trust to lead me through my heart’s night, and back into the light.
The one I trust to keep us alive.
Mark
A favor to a teammate: pick up two girls in trouble, take them to the Team’s safehouse. Should have been easy. It was not.
Then someone killed one of my team, one of my brothers. Now it’s personal.
They want me, too.
Even worst, they want Ann. The only person who cut through me, who woke me, who grabbed my hand and guided me back into life one smile at the time.
I’ll be damned if I let them have anything.
Not. One. Damned. Thing.
From NY to sunny Miami, Ann and Mark run into a maze of lie, betrayal, and death, where love is the only, terrifying certainty. And when truth unravels, they will have to risk all to survive.
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Excerpt:
Ann had to remember who he was and what they were doing, because it was impossible not to be scared by that kind of fury. His clenched jaw was so tight his teeth could explode, his nostril flared, his knuckles white on the wheel. The trust she had in him allowed her to step over all his rage and ask, “That man–”
“Mouse. He’s gone,” he said, cold.
Nausea wobbled inside her as the image rushed back. He was so young, his lips so blue on such a white face. Had Mary’s lips been as blue? Had her eyes looked like that – dim, with the memory of a terrible surprise? Had she been left behind, or dumped somewhere like a sack of garbage?
“What will happen to him?”
“I don’t know, and I can’t call the boys,” Mark snapped. “The house’s not safe, the Team’s not safe.”
“I don’t understand. What do you mean, the Team is not safe?”
Sadness. Sadness soiled his words. “Nobody knew about the safe house but us. I haven’t been able to reach the others, but Mouse did. He arranged the meeting, and now he’s dead.”
“Do you think they are involved?”
“Involved, or dead. Can’t call them either way.” He shot her a sideways glance. “It’s you, me, and my gun, angel.”
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And now, the interview with Ann!
Sage: A stray dog shows up on your doorstep several days in a row. What would you do?
Ann: Adopt it, of course. Mark would mutter something, and then would go buy a bed for it and toys.
Sage: A stranger knocks on your door in the middle of the night and asks for
help. What would you do then?
Ann: I’m sure by the time I heard the knocking Mark would be already awake, probably his gun ready, and at the door. So I’d probably try to calm him down. Not every stranger is a potential killer. We’re now okay and safe, but he didn’t get the memo and can be a bit… nervous.
Sage: Do you believe you have ever had any personal encounters with
ghosts, the occult, or the supernatural?
Ann: Well, I dreamed about my sister, and because of that dream we were able to unravel what had happened. But I don’t think it was a ghost or any of that. I was asleep, my brain was more accepting of clues I had misses while awake. I think the dream came from me, working out all the details. Sage: When is the last time you took a vacation?
Ann: Last Thanksgiving, we drove south to Key West. It was amazing.
Sage: Someone cuts you off in traffic. How do you respond?
Ann: Oh, life is too short to get mad for things like that.
Sage: Where do you fall on an order vs chaos spectrum?
Ann: Mark and I are on the opposite spectrum. He’s all for order. I’m not for chaos, but for being open to the unexpected and embrace it.
Sage: What are your pet peeves?
Ann: I hate acronyms. Sometimes it’s just silly.
Sage: Do you have a green thumb? What do you like to grow?
Ann: I’m useless. We have a little corner in the backyard, in my mind it was going to be a beautiful feast of flowers and colors. Until I started actually doing it, and everything started dying. Mark saved it. He’s very good, although he says it’s because he was born here and knows what’s okay. I love lavender, I bought a plant with no success. He told me it’s too humid here, especially in summer. Too rain. I thought, no way a plant drowned. Plants love water, right? So I bought another one. Died. I had to concede he was right.
Sage: How do you feel about the concepts of fate and destiny?
Ann: I don’t believe in it. I believe you write your own story. You take some chances, miss a train or two, but you are the one who makes your life. Mark and I weren’t destined to be together. We met under horrible circumstances, fell in love, and decided to be together. It was always our choice.
Sage: Well, thank you so much for coming out here to visit; it was great talking with you!
About the Author:
Beach bum and country music addicted, Viviana lives in a small Floridian town with her husband and her son, her die-hard fans and personal cheer squad. She spends her days between typing on her beloved keyboard, playing in the pool with her boy, and eating whatever her husband puts on her plate (the guy is that good, and she really loves eating). Besides beaching, she enjoys long walks, horse-riding, hiking, and pretty much whatever she can do outside with her family.
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