Release date: August 10, 2012
Author: Dana Pratola
Genre: Christian Paranormal Romance
Blurb: He has no wings or halo, but he’s an honest-to-goodness hero. …And his lineage is quite impressive.
When a reclusive businessman takes an interest in Haven’s artwork, she knows it’s an answer to prayer. But Jett Cestone is an enigma with a disconcerting connection to the young women in his employ. He’s by far the most unusual man she’s ever met.
Haven is the most interesting woman to ever cross Jett’s path. But she’s too naïve and pure to learn what goes on in his home. Too bad he wants her more than he’s wanted anyone or anything in his life.
Buy link: http://ow.ly/fblT0
1. How long have you been an author? Writing all my life, published 3 years.
2. What is your favourite genre? Romance, any sub-genre, as long as romance is the primary focus.
3. What is the biggest surprise you’ve discovered about the writing process? That I edit too much as I write. Not good if you want to get a whole story down. Also that Christian fiction doesn’t have to be boring or scare people away J
4. Can you tell us about one of your current works in progress? I’m working on book 2 of the Descended series, DESCENDED~Sebastian. Sebastian is of the same special group as Jett, but with different “abilities.” He will, of course, meet his match in Natalie, a former stripper who’s taken a vow of celibacy.
5. Finally, can you give us your contact links?
On Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/DanaPratolaAuthor
On Twitter: www.twitter.com/danapratola
On Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/danapratola
Fun Questions: -
If you had a warning label, what would it say?
WARNING: This is not your mother’s Christian fiction.
If you could choose to time travel, would you go backward or forward, and why?
I’d go back to Victorian England, but only for a few days. I love that era but I’m much too used to modern conveniences, like the microwave and flushable toilets, lol.
She started to approach, but he motioned to a chair. “Please, sit.”
“I don’t want to sit.”
She went to the chair, but didn’t sit. “Why shouldn’t I have hope? All I’ve wanted from the beginning of this bizarre relationship, or whatever it is, is to see who you really are.” She lowered her eyes at the flash of displeasure in his. “Show me.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking.”
Haven stooped to prop the package against the leg of the chair. “Are you afraid my expectations will be destroyed, or yours?”
He regarded her from beneath slashing black brows, then straightened away from the mantle. “Yours. Absolutely.”
He searched her face, for what she had no idea, then reached out and flipped a wall switch. Light filled the room and he turned his head away, closing his eyes. Slowly they flickered open.
Haven extended her hand to him. “What’s the matter?”
Jett withdrew his arm from her touch. “When I take my form—when I become visible after being invisible for more than a few minutes, my eyes are extremely light sensitive. It takes me a little time to adjust. I’m fine.”
He didn’t look fine. He seemed to be in pain when he fully faced the light. Ten more seconds passed before he opened his eyes fully. They were a shade exactly between green and gray.
He glanced at the package and sighed. “So you’ve come bearing gifts.” His fingers worked at the buttons on his shirt. “First things first.”
Whoa. What exactly did he have in mind? “What are you doing?”
“What I should have done a long time ago. Stop prolonging the agony for both of us.”
Haven followed his fingers with her eyes as he deftly slid each button free. At last his shirt fell open to reveal hard stomach muscles bisected by a column of hair that disappeared into the waist of his jeans. She should close her eyes, or turn away, but was awestruck.
“You won’t be ready and I can’t prepare you. Last chance to sit,” Jett said.
Questions fired through Haven’s mind, increasing the tension on her nerves. Did he intend to seduce her? What was he trying to prove? That he could transform her to a puddle of need by showing her his body? Just how far did he plan to take this?
Her breath came in short, choppy spurts. “Wh—why would I scream?”
“Why indeed?” He slowly spread the shirt open, watching her face.
I'd like to thank Dana for joining us today. It was a pleasure to get to know her, and learn more about Descended. I really enjoyed the excerpt.
~Author Jennifer Labelle~