I’m so pleased to welcome Olivia Night, a Liquid Silver Books pub sister, to the blog today. Not only is it her first visit, but she’s here to tell us about her hot new book Seduction in Sierra Leone. And about the joys of an autumn Sunday in Baltimore.
Living in Baltimore means that Autumn could be here in a few days or not until November. But, Autumn is my favorite season so last Sunday I decided it would start when I said so.
One of my favorite fall traditions is swinging by my favorite local coffee shop on Sunday mornings and then strolling down to the farmers market in my neighborhood. Baltimore City has recently gotten a pretty bad rap (okay, a really bad rap). But, in truth it’s a great city. I love Baltimore for many reasons; the people are real- what you see is what you get, the people are quirky (think: John Waters) and the people are wholly unpretentious. Beyond the people we have great food, I mean really great (I think I need to do a whole post on our food scene to do it justice so stay tuned), we have a huge art scene and with the exception of the dead of winter there are always fairs, events and parties to attend. And did I mention the really good people?
But one of favorite things in my great city is the JFX Farmer’s Market. It’s always bustling, even in December when it can be in the 20s (or the 70s depending). The vendors are hard working produce farmers, dairy farmers, mushroom forages, butchers and bakers.
Sometimes I will just stroll through and sip my coffee. I love watching the kids on their dad’s shoulders with chocolaty faces from their fresh breakfast goody. The dads, too, are happy because they are sipping some of Baltimore’s finest coffee, Zeke’s (which conveniently has a little donut shop stand right next to them so you can grab fresh made mini donuts to go with your coffee). The moms are not left out of the happiness as they look over the fruits and vegetables trying to determine the best of the bunches before moving on to flowers and local ice cream. (Okay, maybe that’s the order I would choose)
Other times I emulate all three; I have a coffee in one hand, chocolate on my face, a bag full of fresh produce and stroll through the sea of (good) people and vendors. And in Baltimore no one thinks twice about seeing a grown woman walking through the farmers market with chocolate on her face.
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.
Together, they watched the truck, a far better model than either had seen in their time here, tip and tilt as four men emerged. Aislinn couldn’t see any of them very well, though she could tell they were all very large, muscular men, all in different ways. One was short and squat, and one was short and lean and looked as though he really needed to eat. The other two were tall. Those two were muscular and looked more dangerous than the others. Perhaps it was the serious look on their faces, as if they had never smiled. But one was more muscular than the others. He was the tallest in the group. And he was really, really easy on the eyes. And as if he sensed her watching him—okay, staring—he turned his head and looked directly over at her.
His face was blank, his eyes unblinking. He looked across the short distance at Aislinn, apparently not even noticing that Geoff was standing in front of her. From the distance between them, his eyes seemed to be charcoal gray, a color she had never seen on a person. Animals yes, people no. His skin was tanned, and there was a slight sheen of sweat, giving him a sort of healthy glow. His dark black hair was cut short, but not in a military fashion that had that silly flat surface at the top. No, there was just enough to run her fingers through. His legs were huge, like tree trunks that made their way up to a tapered and slim waist. His chest flared back out to meet his thick neck. Veins stood out on his arms as he picked a bag up from inside the car, all the while staring at her. She fixed her eyes shamelessly at his full lips that were a dark pink, a color you normally didn’t see on a man. His nose had been broken before, judging by the uneven placement on his face. The rest of his face was perfect. Perfect angles, perfect mouth, perfect eyes.
She came back to his eyes and realized she had just, very slowly, given this stranger a full-body perusal. He didn’t offer a nod, or any other type of greeting; he just kept looking at her. She felt herself blush. And then, suddenly, he turned. Brima, the town elder, was approaching the men—quickly for an old man—with a broad smile on his face. Brima rubbed the man’s chin, a traditional Mende greeting, and, as was customary, the man did not return the gesture as a symbol of acquiescence to the elder. Then they both smiled and shook hands. The muted tones of their conversation drifted over to her as they walked to the elder’s home farther up the path, leading away from the road.
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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