Mr Big: What would you come back as?
Carrie: Someone who knew better.
Hi! My name is Annie Holloway and I didn’t write SEX IN THE CITY (unfortunately) but my first Triskelion book EYE OF THE TIGER LILY is all about fear, mistakes and second chances.
Second chances. I’m a big fan. A huge fan. They’re the safety net for our mistakes and if we’re smart, like Carrie Bradshaw, we come back with a little more wisdom.
I especially like the concept in romance. I mean there’s nothing as exciting as a brand-new, deoderant-fresh infatuation but there’s something eternal about the resurrection of an apparently dead relationship. It’s not easy but when it works, it’s as if fate has taken a hand.
When I was very young (well, okay, youngish) I was engaged for about five minutes. Nearly four years after my fiancé jumped ship we bumped into one another in a revolving door and decided to get married. A friend quite rightly warned my husband-to-be that the road back would be long and he’d “have to carry a lot of water.”
Thirty years later, he’s carted enough water to fill Lake Michigan.
You can see why I like second chances.
In my upcoming book, THAT VOODOO THAT YOU DO, a story of magic and mayhem in a small Virginia town, the hero’s long-held goal is to reconcile with his beautiful ex-wife, but just when he’s about to make that happen, a ghoulish crime throws him into the path of an energetic, impulsive, duty-obsessed elf with whom he shares a powerful chemistry and he has a tough choice to make.
EYE OF THE TIGER LILY, released by Triskelion in December, 2006, is the story of Molly Whitecloud, a young Indian woman who loved Eden, Maine’s golden boy, Cameron Outlaw. When Molly got pregnant, though, she chose the safety of the reservation by marrying an old family friend.
Molly miscarried and though she divorced, became a respectable midwife and a tribal activist, she never forgot Cam. More than a decade later she discovers that Cam and his late wife once used the services of a local fertility clinic and, when the story starts, Molly is in the midst of robbing the clinic’s sperm bank.
There’s always a devil to pay. A murder at the reservation’s casino prompts Molly to pose as a hooker in order to investigate. Her first “customer” turns out someone more dangerous to her than the killer. Cam Outlaw, grimly determined to protect Molly for old times sake, is set to marry someone else. The old sparks ignite but Cam is wary of the girl he once named Tiger Lily.
And Molly, well, she’s harboring two secrets and a guilty conscience. Will Cam be able to forgive her? Will she be able to forgive herself? Will Cam’s fiancée and Molly’s ex-husband get together? Will the murderer get caught? Is it possible to make love in total silence between a sofa and a wall?
Will there be a second chance of happiness for Tiger Lily?
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Here is an excerpt from EYE OF THE TIGER LILY.
Chapter One
Molly Whitecloud squeezed her eyes to block out the stark overhead light in the treatment room. A burning sensation crawled up the back of her throat. She knew it couldn’t be morning sickness. Not yet. Even if the procedure had worked she’d only been pregnant for about seventeen minutes.
She carefully lifted herself off the table, shed the paper gown, tugged on her bluejeans and pulled her apple-red sweater over her head freeing her thick, black braid in the process. She knew she looked like the same old Molly, the self-appointed guardian angel to the Blackbird Indian Reservation. But she wasn’t the same. This morning she’d let her halo slip and now she’d have to wait to see whether her big gamble would succeed. She prayed it would. She prayed she’d get to welcome Cameron Outlaw’s baby during the Sowing Moon.
Molly’s lips formed a grim line. She didn’t want to think about her former lover’s reaction to her use of his sperm-on-ice. Cam Outlaw might have turned into a buttoned-down banker during their years apart but Molly knew those pinstripes masked a lion’s heart and the passion that went with it. She thought of the deadly rapids under the frozen Eden River. That was Cam.
And Molly had just drilled a hole in the ice.
She walked out of Boston’s Spotswood Fertility Clinic and into the brilliant autumn morning, climbed into her ancient Jeep Wrangler and headed for home. She’d traded love for security thirteen years ago. It was too late now for love but fate had presented her with a second chance at motherhood. She had no regrets. She couldn’t afford to have any regrets.
