I'm pleased to have guest author Dana Pratola on Labelle Books. Today Dana talks about her Romantic Suspense novel The Covering and answers a few questions about herself.
Welcome Dana, how long have you been an author?
Dana: Published, 5 months, but all my life, really.
Awesome, what is your favourite genre?
Dana: Any kind of romance from time travel to paranormal, inspirational to historical.
I love a good romance myself. What is the biggest surprise you’ve discovered about the writing process?
Dana: It’s never over! Even when the book is in print you’ll probably always find something you wish you could add, remove or change.
*grins* Can you tell us about one of your current works in progress?
Dana: I have several in progress but one is about a woman who is suddenly gifted with an amazing singing voice and the choices she must make because of it, as well as the consequences of those choices.
If you had a warning label, what would it say?
Dana: Contents under pressure, might explode any moment.
LOL, if you could choose to time travel, would you go backward or forward, and why?
Dana: Back. I sometimes think I might have been born in the wrong era. I feel at home when I read historical novels. It’s odd that I don’t write them. Maybe one day ;-)
I'd go back too if I could. I'd like to thank Dana for joining us today, for those of you who would like to learn more about Dana and her work she can be reached on her website: www.danapratola.webs.com , Twitter: www.twitter.com/danapratola , or on her Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/DanaPratolaAuthor
What do a Christian woman and a faithless bike builder have in common? The devil of course.
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The aroma of food halted Gunnar at the bottom of the stairs. He tossed the jacket on the staircase rail and followed his appetite to the kitchen.
Tessa stood at the stove wearing a light blue satin robe and fuzzy orange slippers. A radio murmured softly from an unseen source. To her credit, she didn’t scream when she saw him, though she did drop the spatula.
Gunnar stayed put, not wanting to frighten her further. He could see the pulse jumping in her throat from five feet away.
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said.
“Well you do,” Tessa snapped in reflex.
He frowned at the wording. Not he had scared her, but he did scare her. It shouldn’t have mattered, but it did.
When she turned, the look on her face awakened a heat low in his belly. Those fascinating, innocent eyes fixed for a second on his mouth; her tongue ran lightly across her full bottom lip. He wondered if she knew she was causing another kind of hunger to simmer inside him.
Oh, the idea of kissing her senseless was appealing—extremely—but the fact remained that she didn’t simply look vulnerable, she was. It didn’t matter that they were alone. There was a line. Drawing on his new resolve, he took a seat at the table.
“Fine,” he answered at length. Though he kept his voice steady, his pulse throbbed erratically. The way she averted her gaze, more so than the way she looked at him, was making him nuts. He couldn’t win.
“Eggs,” he mumbled so she couldn’t hear. He was going to concentrate on eggs.
“I was going to have some warm milk. Can I get you some?”
“Warm milk?” Distracted by the way her robe parted slightly when she shifted, alternately revealing and concealing bits of shoulder and leg, he would have accepted a glass of snake venom.
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