Today I have the lovely Annie Seaton dropping by to share a little bit about herself and her new fab book - Winter of the Passion Flower.
Annie Seaton lives on the beautiful east coast of Australia, where she loves sitting in her writing chair, gazing at the ocean and writing stories. She has always been fascinated by all things historical and has found her niche writing contemporary romance, and steampunk, where strong heroines and brooding heroes fight together to make their alternative world a better place.
Annie has retired from the world of full time work and career and is now immersed in her new home-based career of writing and editing
She lives with her husband, and “Bob” the dog and two white cats, in a house next to the beach in a small coastal town of New South Wales. Their two children are grown and married and she loves spending time gardening, walking on the beach and spoiling her two grandchildren.
What was the first thing you had published? (school paper, story etc)
I joined the local writer’s group back in the late 1980s and my first ‘real’ published piece was a romantic short story.
When did you realize you wanted to be a writer?
The day I learned to read! I have always been an avid reader, from the moment I could read. For many years, my family has heard...one day I will write my book. However, a very satisfying life as a wife, mother and with a full time career in education intruded on my dream and managed to fill up my days.
Inspirations and how do you overcome writer’s block?
I have discovered that writing comes very easily to me, and the stories that have been in my head for years are just jumping onto the page. I sit in my writing chair and gaze at the tranquil Pacific Ocean as the stories flow. On the very rare occasion that they are a bit reluctant to be told, I go for a walk on the beach and the muse comes back with a vengeance!
Water is my element and feeds my creative process and so far, each one of my books has boats and islands as the central focus. My sequel to Holiday Affair is set on the Italian coast and I really think a visit may be necessary to walk on that beach!
Thanks so much Annie for visiting and I wish you the very best with your writing!
Winter of the Passion Flower
Sexy heroine seeks captain for time-traveling submarine
Indigo de Vargas is determined to exhibit her products at the Great Exhibition in Crystal Palace. The evil Duke Lorca and his shape-shifting servants, however, have thwarted her preparation at every turn. Indigo's only hope is the brooding captain who appears on her doorstep in the midst of a fierce snowstorm offering to navigate her submarine to the Amazon so she can collect passionflowers for her potions and hallucinogenics.
Steam powers more than the submarine on this voyage. Sparks flying between Indigo and her captain may ignite a passion neither can avoid.
Excerpt from Winter of the Passion Flower
Stepping out onto a wide rock platform, shafts of light from the afternoon sun turned the mighty river into a stream of molten gold. A magnificent vista of green jungle edged with the distant deep blue of the Pacific Ocean, spread beyond the river. Steep rocky cliffs tumbled away beneath them as a fine mist created from the surging water of the roaring waterfall cooled their overheated bodies. Indigo pointed eastward, where a high snow capped mountain disappeared in the clouds.
“Nevada Mismo. The source of the Amazon.” Indigo smiled up at the captain.” Now, I hope you are no prude, sir, as I am in need of a cooling shower.” She removed her boots, setting them aside in a dry corner. Her jeans, t-shirt and minuscule red undergarment quickly joined them.
Indigo strode across in front of Zane. Her body glistened with perspiration from the morning’s work. As she stepped into the fine mist, she beckoned him with a tilt of her head.
“You are more than welcome to join me.” She stepped into the curtain of cascading water. Turning, she smiled with anticipation as Zane place his boots, clothes and chronometer on the ground, and he joined her a couple of moments later. The clear water cascaded over their bodies, icy cold from the snow that fed the waterfall.
Zane stepped toward her, hands by his side. Holding her gaze, he sought permission. “May I touch you now, Indigo?”
She leaned over and kissed him, pushing her breasts into his bare chest. He gently turned her around and she arched back against him as he bent down to kiss the beauty spot on her shoulder.
“I have wanted to do that since I first saw you,” Zane murmured.
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