Dreams of a Fierce Heart Interview Author Danube Adele

Give a warm welcome to Danube Adele, author of Dreams of a Fierce Heart, Dreamwalkers Book Four.

Pull up a chair, grab a drink of your choice from the cooler, a Chocolate Chip or Peanut Butter cookie from the plate, and let’s find out a little about Danube Adele and her Dreams ofa Fierce Heart!

Who is your favorite character of all of the books you’ve written and Why?

All of my characters whisper in my ear, desiring their happy ever after, and after getting to know them, and know their struggles, I love them all. I work closely with them to understand who they are and what they need, so they all hold a special place in my heart. However, there is one character who sticks out for me, and that is Taylor Lane. She was my first wholly imagined character from my first ever book, Quicksilver Dreams, Book 1 of the Dreamwalkers series. She was a force to be reckoned with, the reason why this entire series was possible. She had just enough “in your face” bravado mixed with sweet vulnerability, and I knew I needed to help her find her way home. She was also the realization that I could sustain a compelling story and maybe dare to call myself a writer.

How long have you been writing?

There’s hardly been a time that I can’t remember having a love of writing. I think of all the ways and means that I tried to get someone to read my work and cringe inwardly because I was relentless. I was that girl who sat in class with my spiral-bound notebook neatly tucked within my binder, writing out my teenage fantasies, and it was great because it looked to the rest of the world like I was taking great notes on the lesson, you know? I was writing so diligently during the teacher’s instruction that anyone might have thought I was a star pupil. Of course, little did anyone know I was daydreaming on paper. Once, I wrote this long, seven or eight page outline and asked a teacher to look at it for me. She was very sweet. On top of her own workload, she took the time to read and give me good advice about not making a plot too obvious. Definitely, my mother was my first editor. I often took my stories to her. She was one of the first people to help me learn that I could edit a sentence to make it more exciting.

Do you see yourself in your characters?

Some of my characters share my values, and some have character traits I wish I could take on. For instance, there is a character in one of my new books that has no filter. She is outlandish in what she says, without remorse, because she has no filter. There are times I wish I were more like that.

What do you like to do when you are not writing?

I’ve always enjoyed going camping and hiking with my boys and my husband. Some of our regular stomping grounds are Joshua Tree, Carpinteria, and Mammoth Mountain. We’ve had the waves knock us around at Hermosa Beach when the surf was rough. Additionally, road trips have been a thing that led us not only to hiking and river rafting in Colorado and New Mexico, but it also led us clear up to Glacier National Park in Montana where we gamboled with mountain goats. The common denominator here is that we all spend time together attacking each new adventure. That’s what I like to do when I’m not writing.

Tell us a little about Dreams of a Fierce Heart, Dreamwalkers Book Four.
She’ll do anything to redeem her honor, including putting herself in enemy hands; he’ll do anything to stop her.
 
Fearless.
 
Some have called me impulsive, and maybe I was, much to my own detriment … at seventeen.
 
A social pariah in my own nation after being found in a fatally compromising position, I tucked tail and ran to Earth for study, work, and to heal my wounded heart. It took seven years for the opportunity at redemption, to earn my way back home, but it means infiltrating dangerous enemy territory. If the Brausa catch me, I might wish for a quick death.
 
My goals? I have two of them. Save my childhood friend, our Sunan leader’s last surviving daughter, and, get away from Nick Dylant. His deathbed promise to my older brother has him bulldozing into my life, making demands regarding my safety. He’s even found a way to force a marriage using some obscure, arcane law of old in order to protect me, but if he thinks he can force his will on me, he can think again. There is no way he’s going to control who I am or what I do in this world. 
 
I don’t need his or anyone’s permission to steal away in the middle of the night with a disguise, a rough map, and an even rougher plan of action, because one thing is for certain: I refuse to join with anyone who sees me as a duty, not when I’ve loved Nick since I was a child. Not when I dream about his kisses and crave his touch.
 
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  A sneak peek between the pages of Dreams of a Fierce Heart.                

My voice sharply cracking the air between us, I snarled, “You had no right to run him off. You had no right to threaten him with a beating. I saw what you put into his mind. Who the hell do you think you are?”
            The only hint that he heard what I said was a slight narrowing of his eyes for the briefest of seconds. Then he turned his attention to the drink Greg had bought for me as though it were tainted. He completely ignored my outburst. “You aren’t going to drink that.” He made it a blanket statement. Firm. Like he had the right to do that.
            “Wanna bet? Who’s going to stop me?” I hadn’t planned to drink it, considering my allergy. That is, until he’d told me not to. For some reason, he had the ability to piss me off on sight and give me childish thoughts of violence. Like, how much fun would it be to throw the drink right in his face? Again, I envisioned the complete shocked surprise that would transform his expression, his stormy eyes wide, his brows and lashes dripping with the sugary, citrus cocktail.
            “I’ll stop you.” Casually, he grabbed the drink and set it on the tray of a passing waitress who barely noticed.
            Fury burned like fire in my gut, but I hid it behind a cold smile. “You think I can’t go buy a drink when I want one? I can walk myself over to the bar and order whatever the hell I want, Papa Bear. Last time I looked, I was an adult woman with her own money to spend. I’m not a gods damned child.”
            There was no change of expression. The grim look that seemed permanently etched on his face remained, but I did note that a muscle twitched along his square jaw, the only sign that I was getting under his skin, which gave me a hit of satisfaction. Then his full lips thinned, compressed into a tight line before he bit out, “Why the hell are you bent on causing a problem?”

          “I’m not your problem. I’m not forcing you to stay. I didn’t ask you to do anything. You’re welcome to go finish your playdate with Ryder as far as I’m concerned. I didn’t invite you to sit at my table.” My own heart, acting like an innocent bystander, stuttered with dismay at my harsh words. It ached, squeezing painfully against my chest, but I needed to desensitize it. My heart was not in charge. It hadn’t been for years. If I was really going to move on, this had to be part of my therapy.

Nick stared at me in silence for a few moments, his gray eyes roaming my face briefly, searching for something. Whatever he saw prompted him to say in an undertone, “You need a keeper.”

“And if I did, it wouldn’t be you, Papa Bear.”

“Stop calling me that,” he snapped. “I’m not trying to father you.”

“The hell you aren’t. I’m having a perfectly nice time with a good guy, and you come stomping over and puff out your chest. You don’t have the right to tell anyone else whether I have plans for the night, and you sure as hell don’t have the right to threaten a guy with violence because he’s into me.”

“What does it matter? It’s not like you can date him. You don’t live near him.” He didn’t deny any of it. Wasn’t the least bit repentant.

I gave him my best, wicked smile, knowing this would thoroughly piss him off. “Maybe I just wanted to have sex with him. Sometimes, a girl needs a little skin-on-skin. Some body heat.”

His blue eyes turned glacial, flicking over the bodice of my dress where I’d grown more cleavage since my seventeenth year; his nostrils flared, and anger put a snarl to his words. “And we all know you aren’t shy about propositioning yourself.”

My smile never faltered when his poisonous dart hit the bullseye, but I had no control over the long-ago humiliation that washed my skin in violent, crimson shades, which he noted with a sudden frown, like he was about to take it back, but screw him. Throwing that in my face after all this time made my heart clench with a sense of betrayal. I kept my voice as light as I could, trying to brush it off. “That’s right. I did offer up panties to you long ago. I’d forgotten about that. How embarrassing, right? Because I’m like your sister.” I almost pulled it off but for the last word. My voice cracked, and the feeling of utter foolishness, something I was all too familiar with in relation to him, left me exposed.

About the Author:

 
Danube Adele wrote her first romance at the age of seven when she penned the story of her dogs falling in love and having puppies. She’s been dreaming up romantic tales ever since. A lifetime resident of southern California, she spends time playing at the beach, camping in Joshua Tree National Park, and hiking Mammoth Mountain. Always a lover of adventure, she and her husband took their sons on a cross country road trip to Florida and back in an old VW Westfalia, that had no A/C, in the month of July, and still, it continues to be the best trip they ever took. Extensive travel and trying new things has kept the creative spark alive. Danube lives with her biggest fans, her loving husband, amazing and wonderful identical twin sons, and a teddy bear of a Rottweiler.
 
You can find other books in the Dreamwalker series, Quicksilver Dreams #1, Dark Summer Dreams #2, Dreams of a Wild Heart #3, at www.danubeadele.com
 
www.facebook.com/Writer.D.Adele              
 
 
 
 

It was wonderful having you with us today.  Please feel free to stop by anytime. Good Luck with Dreams of a Fierce Heart!

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