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The
Art of Love and Murder released on May 2. I’m excited about this romantic
suspense because it’s just the first in my Love and Murder Series.
The eyes have it. I’m fascinated
by eyes; they hold meaning, they tell emotion and the colors seem to be endless
shades and patterns. Because of my fascination, I have to curb the amount of
emphasis I put on eyes when I write. Enough is enough some times. In my latest
release, The Art of Love and Murder, Lacy Dahl has startling green eyes the
color of lime. Her parents were killed in a plane crash that she survived as an
infant. The one picture she has of her father shows the same eyes. But there’s
a hitch when she discovers another man who knew her mother and has the same
green eyes.
Excerpt:
Momentarily struck dumb by his eye
color, she stared back. Why hadn’t she noticed until now? Although not as light
as hers or her father’s, the professor’s eyes were a startling green shade.
His hand nudged her arm. “Lacy?”
She jumped. “Oh, yes.” She slipped the
tissue from the half-carved wolf. Another glance
at his eyes and goose bumps riddled her arms.
He lifted the wood close to his face,
using both hands as if handling a delicate hummingbird. His thumb traced the
neck of the creature to the juncture of where it emerged from the wood. When he
brought the piece to his nose, closing his eyes and breathing deeply, Lacy
wanted to turn away from the oddly erotic gesture.
He swallowed, opened his eyes and set
the wolf back on the tissue. His attention shifted to the photograph of the
chest. He touched the photo, a smile on his lips. “Where is the chest?”
The chest. Like he knew it, had seen it
before. “I’m having it sent. You’ve seen it before?”
He didn’t move, stared out the window as
if deep in thought. “I’d like to show you something, Lacy.”
“All right.” She waited, watching his
profile.
He turned and stared into her face a
moment. “You’re so very lovely. A creation full of life and passion, surpassing
any art form.”
His hypnotic voice floated on the
classical strains drifting from the living room. She couldn’t speak. Didn’t
know what to say. She’d been lifted upon a pedestal of admiration. With any
other man, she might consider his words a means to a sexual end. The
professor’s intentions, however, were crystal. He admired her like a work of
art.
How
much importance do you place in a person’s eyes?
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Brenda
spends most of her time writing stories of discovery and love. The rest of her
time is spent tending vegetables on the small family farm she shares with her
husband, son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter. Together, they’ve embraced an
age-old lifestyle that has been mostly lost in the United States - multiple
generations living under one roof, who share the workload, follow their
individual dreams and reap the benefits of combined talents.
Visit
Brenda at www.brendawhiteside.com.
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