Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Author Charlie Daye Takeover 2/25/2014!


Author Bio:
"My name is Charlie Daye. You may not realize this but Charlie Daye is not my real name. It's a pen name that was created using my nickname. If I could legally change my name to Charlie, I would but my mother would have a heart attack. *Grins* Sometimes I question what my parents were thinking when they named me because when you translate my birth name to English it means scarf. Yes, that is correct... I was named after an article of clothing. When I was a little girl I always dreamed of being a world champion kickboxing super model but alas that was not meant to be. So, I settled for writing stories about gorgeous women who know how to kick some serious ass. The guys are pretty hot too though. My childhood was quite entertaining especially with an imagination like mine which intensified after I found my first book by Richie Tankersely Cusick. I never had an imaginary friend but I have come across a ghost or two in my time that have scared the crap out of me and I swear I saw a flying saucer in Vegas! My sexy Italian husband is a chef by trade and makes the most amazing chocolate lava cakes for dessert - they are just sinfully delicious but I still refuse to eat asparagus. It's just nasty! We have an American Bulldog named TinkerBell who is a giant sized baby that hogs up the entire bed."


Excerpt 1:

"Then let me be the first and hopefully the last.”
                “Bold words.”
                He grinned, “Nothing worth having is ever given freely.”
                I laughed, “So, I’m a prize to be won?”
                “You, my dear, would be the equivalent of climbing Mount Everest. The journey will be long and daunting but the rewards… immeasurable.”
                “You do realize that some who have attempted the journey have never made it back alive, right?”
                He moved the hand that rested at my waist up to cup the back of my neck and kissed me softly on the cheek. I closed my eyes and sighed. It had been so long since I’d felt the warm caress of lips across my skin.
                “You, sweet Julietta, would be worth any peril,” he whispered at my ear."


Excerpt 2:


He laughed humorlessly. “If there is one thing I have remembered from my previous life is that it is not a good idea to piss off your father. If we’re going to do this, I want his blessing this time.”
        I dropped my head on his chest, “He will never give it.”
        He pulled me away from him so he could look down into my face, “I know but I won’t have it any other way Julietta. I don’t want to have to spend my life always looking over my shoulder and what about my family? Do you honestly think your father wouldn’t retaliate against them?”
        He was right. I knew he was and it left a bottomless pit of despair to settle in my gut. “Is this goodbye then?” I asked.
        He lifted my face by my chin and kissed me softly, “As much as it pains me it has to be.”
        I watched him walk away and again my heart shattered into a million tiny pieces. I sank down against the wall and let the tears fall.


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