Love Painted in Red
by Cristiane
Serruya
GENRE: Romance
BLURB:
Tavish
MacCraig, thirty-three-year-old Highlander, forsook his medical and military
career, after being a POW for 6 months in Afghanistan, to run his family’s
internationally renowned art gallery in London, The Blue Dot. Despite being
surrounded by wealth and beauty, Tavish’s days are bleak, his nights, living
nightmares, and his heart, an empty shell. But when he meets Irish painter
Laetitia Galen, a powerful and sizzling attraction ignites between them.
Laetitia, who fled hell on earth when she was
sixteen, now works as a well-paid housekeeper in a forsaken country manor in
Warwickshire and sells her paintings in an obscure gallery. To preserve her new
life and recently found peace, she resists Tavish and The Blue Dot's fantastic
offer of an exclusive contract.
Laetitia becomes Tavish’s obsession; Tavish,
Laetitia’s unattainable dream.
Meanwhile, a man with a burning grudge plots his
long-awaited revenge, which could destroy them all over again.
Excerpt:
The unusual sound of a motor rumble
coming from the security system broke Laetitia’s concentration, making her
frown at the new stencil.
On the camera she saw a car, its
license plate unknown, coming down the lane toward the house.
Damn! I forgot to close the gates and
turn on the alarm. Again!
Her carving knife clattered on the
ground of the studio as she ran out. Pulling off her gloves, she entered the
house by the kitchen and hurried to the hall.
A man was crossing her pebbled driveway
and entering the front garden.
Laetitia knew that there were things in
life that took their attraction from intricate symmetry, delicate structure,
and innocent nature: rare orchids, unbroken seashells, and icy snowflakes; and
those that were irresistible for their great power, refusal to be tamed, and
dangerous potential: active volcanoes, huge waves, and craggy precipices.
And there were things that were simply
too immense, too savage, or too intense to be contained in a single image or
explained in mere words, even if there were a thousand of them.
The tall, powerfully built giant of a
man walking toward her door belonged in the latter category, she was sure.
Wearing a tailored charcoal
three-piece-suit, a baby-pink shirt, and a dark-gray tie, he was frighteningly
male, terrifyingly beautiful, and vitally imposing.
His skin was an exquisite shade of the
lightest coppery-gold. His mane was made of the darkest midnight-black silky
locks, which shimmered under the soft sun. Wind-blown strands brushing against
his forehead and wraparound glasses did nothing to diminish the sharpness of
the man.
Who are you? By his firm strides, he
wasn’t lost, which in her suspicious mind was not a good thing.
A funny flutter began in her stomach
when he climbed the three steps to the double doors. His forehead creased for a
moment, his ink-black brows going down, as if he was carefully weighing his
next move.
Laetitia didn’t move but held her
breath, waiting for him to leave, as she did whenever people came probing for
information—when and if they came.
She didn’t know if she was afraid or
excited, when, using one of the old iron lion knockers, he banged twice and
called, “Ms. Galen?”
Even muffled by the old oak-carved
doors and thick brick walls, his voice was a deep baritone, rich and sensual.
It seemed to wash over her like warm rain on a summer night.
Damn. He knows me. She frowned and
walked stealthily to the front door.
Cleopatra entwined around her calf,
purring as if approving of the man outside.
Laetitia debated with herself: she had
been careful ever since she had left Ireland in the dark of night, and she’d
never had contact with such masculine power, yet there was her matured, innate
sense saying that the danger he posed was not the one she feared.
Cleopatra tilted her head at her and
lazily walked back to the kitchen, giving her a last look, encouraging her to
open the door.
“Traitor,” she whispered, yet agreeing
with her in some measure. She wanted an opportunity for a bit of unruly
emotions to let her unthawed heart beat again.
He knocked again and called louder,
“Ms. Galen.”
There was a quiet command in his deep
voice. It compelled her.
Laetitia opened her door. “May I help
you?”
Guest Post:
Hello Nancy, and thanks
for hosting me. I’m so happy to be here with you and your readers today.
What is your writing
process? For instance do you do an outline first? Do you do the chapters first?
I am a multiple-genre
author. I’ve published a philosophical essay, contemporary romances, an erotic
novella, and my first kid’s story in the oven will be published by the end of
2016.
There is not exactly a why I
write them. Although I try to plan the plot, it usually gets out of my hands while
I’m developing it and the same occurs with my characters.
For example, Tavish
Uilleam MacCraig, the lead male character of Love Painted in Red appeared on my first release Entwined Fates, TRUST Series #1. The sour brother of the lead charcter—Alistair
Connor MacCraig—he was supposed to be a secondary character. Yet, my characters
are kind of rebels and very opinionated and sometimes they don’t like to follow
my outline and planning for them, demanding more. Tavish grew so much as a
character during TRUST Series that he
demanded his story to be told. *smile*
He was a great
character to write, but as the plot unfolded, I realized I didn’t want him
being a war hero and a veteran just as a background for his love story with
Laetitia. I wanted the readers to feel his pain and I wanted him to be a
believable veteran dealing with PTSD. So I interviewed many veterans online. It
was an enlightening and heartbreaking experience and it helped me create new scenes
and developments, which were not planned at first.
He
came out beautifully—or so I like to think—with his physical and psychological
scars and yet full of life strength and vigor. Love Painted in Red is my homage to those who dedicate themselves
to make this world safer.
Another example? The
Diaries Series. FROM THE BARONESS’S
DIARY: The erotic escapades of Baron Beardley’s wife is its first
installment and it started with a single diary entry I wrote and was supposed
to be a bonus scene for the print version of my contemporary romance Love Painted in Red, where Laetitia, the
female lead character used the late Baroness’s diaries to develop a series of
erotic paintings. I realized I would be doing a disservice to my readers if I
didn’t develop Lady Chloé Beardley’s own story, so many new characters appeared
in my life as Lady Chloé began to tell me her story. The Diaries Series is a 20th century romantic erotica
and FROM THE BARONESS’S DIARY is
already on pre-order on Amazon and it will be released on September 13th,
2016.
Thank you for the
opportunity to share my thoughts here and helping me promote my work, Nancy.
AUTHOR BIO:
Cristiane Serruya is Brazilian and lives in
Rio de Janeiro, with her husband, two teenage daughters, and Loki, her Shetland
sheepdog. She has studied in England, France, Italy, and Switzerland and
graduated in Law, with a Master’s in Business Law, and a BA in Fine Arts. In
2012, she published her first romance, and is proud of the awards her novels
have received.
She still works as a lawyer, but writing has become an essential
part of her life, and a fulfilling adventure, as it allows her to make friends all
over the world.
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5 comments:
Hope you have an amazing Tuesday and thank you for this giveaway
I liked the excerpt, thank you.
Great post - thanks for sharing :)
I enjoyed the Guest Post.
Looking forward to reading.
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