Seduction In Sierra Leone
The Men of FTI Book 1
by Olivia Night
- How much of “you” do you put in your stories?
Most of the female characters share a few characteristics with me. All three ladies in my Men of FTI series mention Dean Winchester (in book two and three I kind of made like a literary “Where’s Waldo”) and they are all a bit spunky. In my second series, as of yet untitled, there is one character that has decided to share more than a few of my traits. I will leave which one a secret.
- Where do you get your ideas?
The idea and characters for my first book quite literally popped into my head one night when I couldn’t sleep. As I wrote the book two other characters came forward and I began to write their stories down.
The idea for my second series, book one, came to me while I was cleaning and listening to Billy Joel’s And So It Goes. The song is incredibly sad and it made me ponder real loss and how painful that is. The characters who had experienced this kind of loss came to me and I sat down immediately and wrote down as much as I could. As I wrote those first thirty pages three others ladies with loss in their past came forward and they will have books too.
- Do you write full-time or do you have a day job?
I have a full time job that is incredibly fulfilling, but leaves me with very little time to write when I am at home. Therefore, my insomnia is a blessing in disguise.
- What else are you working on?
I’m working on a few things. I am finishing up Book 2- Seduction in Seville and am halfway through Book 3- Seduction in Scotland. I also am working on a second series (currently untitled which will be a four book series. I have written about thirty pages of book one in that and have jumped forward to book four and have that one pretty much outlined (partly in my head, partly on paper and partly on my iphone notes app). I can’t wait to get all of these stories out on paper. I have this fear I will lose them somewhere in the recesses of my mind if I don’t. The second book series will take place in Asheville, N.C. and starts with a tale of love and loss that makes even me feel sad for what the characters have gone through.
- Who is your favorite author and why?
It’s a toss up between Suzanne Brockmann and Kristen Ashley. They both are amazing at creating characters that jump off of the page at you. The stories of the characters are often woven through several books so you become really attached and invested in them. Kristen Ashley has this way of explaining incredibly subtle nuisances of relationships that people, when they read it, will recognize that they have felt the same thing or thought the same thought, but never verbalized it. It’s great and it makes the reader relate to the characters on a different level.
In the mangroves of Sierra Leone, two strangers raised a world apart find themselves inextricably connected. Seduction in Sierra Leone, the first in a series of three novels, is a fast-paced tale of murder, lust, and love that transports the reader to a foreign and mysterious world of danger.
Aislinn Salameh, an American relief worker, is searching for purpose in her self- imposed lonely world. The stranger who enters her village on a blistering hot day looks more animal than man. She knows she should stay far away but can’t stop herself from being drawn to the mysterious man.
Brandt Fairlane is a man haunted by the sins of his past. Detached from others, Brandt has spent his life alone. His line of work is too dangerous for the luxuries of love and family.
When Brandt sees Aislinn and her haunting eyes, he knows he must possess her. But when Brandt’s past comes back from the dead and Aislinn is caught in the crossfire, it is up to him to keep her safe. In order to survive, they must learn to rely on one another. As they run for their lives, the heat between them becomes undeniable. Now, Brandt must not only protect Aislinn from a madman committed to stealing her away but he also must protect her from himself. Because if Brandt steals her body and her heart, he’ll never let her go.
Excerpt from Seduction in Sierra Leone
The Men of FTI, Book One
As he got closer to her, he realized there was something different about her eyes. He was a few feet away when he realized what it was. With the realization all oxygen left his body in a rush. It felt as if he had been punched in the gut. His heart stuttered. Shit, it did something weird at the sight of her. The woman’s eyes were…? He couldn’t think of word that would fit. And then it struck him. They were haunting, the color of a cucumber slice. Not the skin of the cucumber but inside. A pale, shivering light green. Her eyes widened as she realized he was looking at her. He could see, even from the distance, a small blush creeping up her cheeks at being caught staring. She was beautiful. All smooth pale skin and green eyes. He felt his dick jump. He almost looked down. It had been a long time since he had thought about his dick. And it was another man’s woman who was making him all too aware of it.
He felt heat course through him. Her tiny body had been placed purposefully behind the taller man. But Brandt could still make out her smooth legs and accommodating hips, accommodating as in she could spread those lush legs and accommodate his body between them. She was no doubt the man’s girlfriend, and here Brandt was thinking things that only a boyfriend should be allowed to think. Shocked at his own thoughts, he attempted to look away, but in the end, it was like pulling strips of Velcro away from each other. He wanted to close the distance between them, place his hands on the other man’s neck, twist, feel the snap, and watch the man drop to the ground. Then he would curl his fingers around the women’s neck, bring her to him, and angle her head so that he could kiss her. He shook his head like a man in a proverbial cartoon trying to expel the foreign thoughts and images. Envious. He was feeling envious of a man he didn’t know and a woman he had barely glimpsed. It was wholly inappropriate. He’d kill another man for thinking of his woman that way. Well, if he had a woman. Like the one he was staring at.
Fuck, he had to get a grip. For Christ’s sake, he was mooning over her like a teenage boy. Giving himself a mental ass-kicking, he averted his eyes and greeted Brima. He began to walk up the path to Brima’s home. But, as he walked, a magical sound floated over to his ears. She was laughing. His skin tingled at the musical note. His body tightened. Fury rose inside of him, a feeling he wasn’t expecting, a feeling that surprised him. She was laughing at the man who had been standing in front of her. Hatred for the unknown man charged through him like a herd of wild horses. Was he screwing her? His stance had been clear; it had said mine. Brandt wanted to eliminate the man, the threat. Bile rose at the idea of her lying beneath that man. Brandt realized he wasn’t envious. He was jealous. He had never been jealous. It was a useless emotion, and it got people killed in his line of work. If you wanted what someone else had, you simply took it. Jealousy could slow a man down. But he was. He was jealous. It screamed inside of him to move quickly, to take her from the man who was really just a baby. To make her his. To tie her to him in every way possible until she admitted that she was his. He wanted to mark her as his, use his teeth to mark her neck, her breasts, her stomach, the insides of her thighs. His. Fuck.
He had to stay far away from this woman. No woman needed a man like him. No woman deserved a man like him, one who would want to own her. He wasn’t one for laughter and cuddling. Puppy shit. Women wanted puppy shit. This woman, whoever she was, deserved more than Brandt could ever give. Brandt had to stay the fuck away from her. Because he didn’t give up what he made his.
Olivia Night, a fictional character herself, has always been an avid read and writer. She found the romance genre in college and has never been able to get enough. One sleepless night, the main characters of Book One in her Seduction series sprang from her head fully formed. They demanded she tell their story; so she did. As they revealed themselves, so did two other intriguing characters. Those characters convinced her to give them their own books because their stories were worth telling too. And so Olivia suddenly became a romance author. When Olivia is not writing, she has the best job in the world, which, too, will remain a secret. In her free time, she reads, write, runs, or is, most likely, out emulating Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Olivia lives in one of the most diverse and vibrant cities in the U.S.—Baltimore. She lives with her cat, which she is convinced was a gladiator in his past life. Olivia plans to continue being awesome at this thing called life. Really, that’s her only goal.
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