Saturday, September 3, 2011

Ardeur by Danielle Gavan - Interview: Bewitching Tour Stop

Ardeur By Danielle Gavan
Book 1 Abbey of Angels

Born a necromancer… Sold by parents who wanted a normal child, Ardeur Lisle now hosts a demon and was trained to be a killer for hire. As an adult possessed, dreaming of escape and of a kind face from her childhood helps keep her sane. If she breaks free from her captors, what will this new world full of paranormal beings hold for her? Ridding herself of her demon parasite will be her first priority. A promise kept... Brody Callaghan never forgot the angelic blonde from his childhood. After years of military service, he swears to track down the face still haunting him from his youth. But Brody has a furry secret of his own; one unveiled with each full moon. Will the two hold onto love with danger, deception, and an obsessed angel driving them apart?

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I woke up to the sound of birds chirping on my windowsill and moved to slide out of bed to shut the window. The sharp pain in my temple and the thick feeling of my tongue when I pried it from the roof of my mouth were the first indications that something had gone down while I was sleeping. You got out again, didn't you? How are you doing this?

Shadekar's snide laugh slid like oil through my head and made me wince. “Nice jammies you've got there, Sister Mary Floozy Pants.”
“Jammies? What?” My eyes turned to look downward, and I jumped at the sight of the yards and yards of pristine white cotton that covered me from the buttoned collar at my throat to the frilly trim that dangled over my toes. “How in the hell did I get into this? I know you sure as hell didn't put me in it.” I fisted my hands in the soft fabric and looked around for clues as I pulled the nightgown off and threw it in the garbage bin. “What the hell?”

My bottom was covered in the most modest pair of underpants I had ever seen. They covered me from the top of my thighs to above the dip of my belly button with even more of the virginal white cotton. The crowning insult of the entire outfit was the matronly brassiere that had my chest in a strangle hold, the likes of which none of the bras I'd ever been forced to wear could compare with.

“Ooh, baby. Now that is some sexy shit there, Blondie.”

Shade, shut up. This is your fault. Who the hell did this to me?
A pair of dark blue eyes under a fringe of unruly black hair played behind my eyes and I groaned. Shade let me see Azrael carrying my sleeping form back to my room, wave his hand over me to change the outfit I'd had on to the one I'd woken up in before he put me in bed and left quietly.

“Damn it.”

It took me all of five minutes to get dressed, brush my teeth and run down the hall. I knew that Rae would be in his office by now. I threw the solid oak door open without knocking in my hurry to find out just what he'd seen while Shade had been in control. “Rae, what the hell hap…?”
My sentence stopped abruptly as I skidded to a halt behind a tall man with cropped brown hair and the widest shoulders I'd ever seen. “Oh, sorry. You have company - I'll come back later.”

Rae leaned over to peer around his guest and smiled when he saw me. “Afternoon Ardy, nice to see you're wearing more than what I last saw you in.” He waved at one of the chairs in front of his desk. “You might want to stick around. I think you know my guest - Brody?”

The big guy turned and I looked up into a pair of eyes I'd thought never to see again. There they were, the eyes I'd seen in my dreams every night and the dimples - oh, God. He still had the dimples and the roguish smile that had charmed me even at the tender age of six.

My right hand trembled and it rose to dart out and touch the solid chest that was level with my face. “Oh, shit. You're real.”

Brody's laugh at my comment was rich, husky and warm like the whisky that I had the night before. His own hand, so much bigger and more tanned than my own pale one, came up and caught mine before I could snatch it back. “I'm real and damn happy to have finally found you, again.”

“Again, what?” I looked up at him, confusion clouding the blue of my eyes. “You found me before?”

Azrael rose from his chair and rounded the hand carved oak desk. “I'll leave you two to catch up. There are a few things I need to, um, yeah. I'm just going to go.”

If either of us heard Rae leave, we showed no sign of it. We stared at each other, mesmerized by the fact that we were finally together again.
“I brought your bag.” Brody held up the tattered and patched up satchel that had carried everything I owned for the last seven years.

It took a moment of confused blinking before I realized what he was talking about and was able to form a coherent thought. “I, um. How did you get it?”

He deposited the bag on the chair next to me and then reached to take my other hand inside of his large one. I couldn't help but look down at our hands and notice the differences between us, the obvious ones and the not so obvious, before I pulled my hands free and stepped back out of touching range. It wasn't because I didn't want him touching me; I just never allowed anyone to touch me, ever.

Brody was dark where I was light, callused where I was soft, and relaxed when I was freaked out despite being thrilled to see him. I opened myself up a bit to taste his energy and what I found had me stumbling back to look up at him, eyes gone wide with wonder. Whatever he was hiding behind the broad shouldered all-American boy looks had eyes that glowed gold when it had looked back at me.

“What are you?”

His eyes flashed gold at my question and then I knew. I felt warm fur brush across my skin and the scents of the forest blew over my senses. “Werewolf?”

“Yep. Just like the rest of my family.” He sat down in the empty chair and smiled up at me before reaching out to take my left hand in his. “Sit with me, please? I'll explain what I meant about finding you again.”
My denim-covered ass parked itself in the chair my bag was in and I pulled my hand from his. I reached back to jockey the bag around so I'd have more room to keep my trembling hands out of Brody's. I took advantage of the distraction to settle my emotions and smooth my frayed nerves before turning around to face him once more. “Okay, explain.”
He leaned forward, elbows on knees and let his hands hang loosely between us. I knew he was giving me the option to take them or not and he was going to be disappointed because I wouldn't, couldn't touch him back. I wanted to, so much, but the fear of rejection ran deep. Shade had been successful in that endeavor. I would never be comfortable with anyone touching me.

“Do you recall much about what happened just before your accident? Maybe someone was calling out for you to stop?”

I nodded, the events before the BMW slammed into me replayed in my mind.
“That was me. The voice that tried to stop you from running out in front of that car was mine. I'm the one who called the ambulance and took care of you before it arrived. I stood outside the hospital every damned day while you were there, praying to a God that I don't believe in that you'd be okay.” He turned his face up toward mine and caught my eyes with his own golden ones. “If I hadn't had that bag of yours, I'd have never known to go see Dr. Martals or how to find you after you disappeared from the hospital.”

The mention of my doctor's name snapped my attention into focus. I pulled my bag around to my lap and ripped it open in search of the notebook that held the details of my life. It was the only place he could have found information about Celine and - oh, shit. “How much of this did you read?”

He at least had the decency to blush before responding that he'd read most of it and had seen that I'd remembered him throughout the years. “Even my birthdays. Why?”

“You were the only person who was ever nice to me; the only person in twenty five years to show me something other than contempt, disgust or fear.” Brody reached out to take my hand in his and I scooted back in my chair, the wooden legs scraping against the hardwood floor. I stood and hedged toward the door. 

“I'm sorry, Brody. I've been looking forward to seeing you again since that last time in school but, I can't. I'm too afraid that you'll reject me too once you know what I am.”

The doorknob was in my hand before I knew it and I was out the door, running down the hall without hearing the words that he spoke next.

“I know what you are and I'm okay with it.”


Thank you so much for having me on your blog today to celebrate the re-launch of Ardeur, Book One in the Abbey of Angels series.

Tell us about your current release.
Ardeur starts out dark and evolves into a beautiful story of possession, obsession and a love that endures despite all of the obstacles set in their path.

 Honestly, I think the blurb tells it best.

Born a necromancer…

Sold by parents who wanted a normal child, Ardeur Lisle now hosts a demon and was trained to be a killer for hire. As an adult possessed, dreaming of escape and of a kind face from her childhood helps keep her sane.

If she breaks free from her captors, what will this new world full of paranormal beings hold for her? Ridding herself of her demon parasite will be her first priority.

A promise kept...

Brody Callaghan never forgot the angelic blonde from his childhood. After years of military service, he swears to track down the face still haunting him from his youth.

But Brody has a furry secret of his own; one unveiled with each full moon. Will the two hold onto love with danger, deception, and an obsessed angel driving them apart?

Has someone been instrumental in inspiring you as a writer?
Hands down, the biggest inspiration for me becoming a writer was my mom. Growing up, I remember seeing her at the kitchen table or on the living room sofa every night with a book in her hand. When I was old enough to read, she gave me the best gift of all (besides the gift of life) by putting a book in my hand. I graduated to novels at the age of nine and devoured the first one in four hours flat. By the time I was twelve, I’d begun writing my own stories and getting lost in imaginary worlds of my own creation. Twenty-four years later, I’ve still got my head in the clouds and will happily remain there for as long as I can. 

When in the day/night do you write? How long per day?
I write whenever the mood strikes me. Literally. I usually have my BlackBerry or iPad nearby and can type out a quick note if an idea pops into my head and I’m not at the computer.
On average, I’ll sit down at my computer around nine AM when the kids are in school and work until they come home around three PM. Once they go to bed at eight-ish, I’ll sit back down and pick up wherever I left off if there’s anything that needs finishing. My day can go anywhere from six hours to sixteen depending on how much I’ve got on my plate.

Do you hear from your readers? What kinds of questions do they ask?
Honestly? No, but I wish I did. I think, in the year since my first book was published, I’ve been contacted less than ten times by a fan? A couple of those were to tell me how much they loved my work and the others were to ask where to find my books.
So… come on people! Email me… lol Really, I want to hear from my fans.

What was the scariest moment of your life?
Hands down, the scariest moment of my life was the day my youngest son nearly died at the age of four months. He was born with a co-arctation of the aorta that went undiagnosed throughout my pregnancy and the four months following his birth. If we hadn’t rushed him to the ER when we did, and been fortunate enough to encounter a pediatrician who recognized the symptoms right away, he would have died in my arms. Thanks to the doctor’s quick thinking, my son was air lifted to Toronto’s Hospital for Sick Children and underwent open heart surgery the next day. He’s five now, and is the happiest, healthiest child you’ll ever meet.

What group did you hang out with in high school?
Fabulous question. I was one of the kids who didn’t really fit in with any of the groups but was accepted by all of them. I was a borderline nerd, just shy of cool, band geek who dated jocks.

What would we find under your bed?
Haha! I’ve never been asked this before. Hmm… Dust bunnies, for sure. I can almost guarantee you’ll find a few socks straggling around under there and, maybe, some Lego pieces. Oh, and possibly the USB cable for my iPad.

Say your publisher has offered to fly you anywhere in the world to do research on an upcoming book, where would you most likely want to go?
Scotland and Ireland, without a doubt. If we could throw in a side trip through France to visit the places my ancestors came from, even better. Brody, the Hero in Ardeur, is Irish and I researched the place a bit while writing the book. Beautiful culture and amazing scenery. I developed a love for all things Scots (Well, almost all. Hagis does NOT sound appealing to me in the least. Scotch eggs though? Now we’re talking!) thanks to Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander series. You can bet your bonnet, if I ever find a Jamie Fraser lurking about—I’ll be claiming him as my own. (Sorry hubsy…lol)

My review will be posted soon. I am a little behind on my reading.
I gotta say - I started this book last night and I'm LOVIN' it, big time. 


Danielle Gavan lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband of eight years and their two sons. Danielle has been writing since she was in middle school.

She loves a good book and is usually found with her nose in one. She has an extensive list of them on her book pile. When she's not writing or reading, Danielle keeps herself busy designing book covers and editing.

Her guilty pleasures are her favorite television shows Bones, House and Hawaii Five-0.

Danielle welcomes email and you may contact her at

You can also find her hanging out on the forum she shares with Jennifer Feuerstein. The Crowded Minds is a great place to relax and have a little fun.

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Cherry said...

Re-twitted your giveaway at:!/cherrymischivus/status/109934681641848832

Goodluck to everybody entering! :)

Cherry Mischievous
(not an entry, no ereader)

Jennifer Feuerstein said...

Absolutely LOVE this book!!!

Danielle Gavan said...

Thanks for having me on the blog today, Laurie.

Good luck to everyone entering the giveaway.

winnie said...

Great interview, it was fun to read. I also really liked the excerpt. Please count me in for the giveaway!


tammy ramey said...

i love the cover it is gorgeous, i also loved the excerpt and i can't wait to read the rest of the book and see what happens next.

Ron C. Nieto said...

Great interview, loved the original questions!

But I think I loved the book more! It looks very promising and I would love to read this! AT gmail DOT com

Jolene and Family said...

Wow!! Want, need, have to have! Would love to win this, thanks for the chance

GFC follower


Danielle Gavan said...

Thank you for stopping by ladies. Good luck to everyone!

desitheblonde said...

i have it on twtttter and face book and then the book wow it great congrats on it

Audra said...

Please enter me into this contest-- this is awesome

Danielle Gavan said...

Good luck desitheblonde and Audra.

latishajean said...

Thank you for sharing this sounds so good would love to read this book! Great giveaway thank you so much for the chance! GFC follower/latishajean

ebaker said...

This sounds great! I went to Ireland and Scotland this summer and they were both beautiful! Amazingly no rain while we were there! Thanks for the giveaway!

Danielle Gavan said...

Thanks for stopping by ladies.

ebaker - I'm jealous. ;) I'd love, love, love to visit Ireland and Scotland.

Anne R said...

Great interview. The book sounds great!

GFC - areeths

areeths at new dot rr dot com