Anni Fife (Author Interview)
Please tell us something unique about you we can’t learn from your bio.
Five years ago I booked a holiday in the rainforest’s of Thailand. On arrival, I learned it was a silent meditation retreat. What a shock! But the unexpected can lead us down paths that change our lives in profound ways. After days of meditation, and listening to the song of gibbons floating over the lake, my mind stilled. And in this silence I found a clarity of thought hidden from me my whole life. I still meditate today. It keeps me grounded, and forever reminds me of the unique experience gifted to me in the depths of the Thai jungle.
What’s your favorite part of writing?
I love everything! But my favorite part has to be character development. I’m a psychology nut, so I get high on fleshing out the intricacies of what makes my characters tick. I dig deep into their motives, and try to analyze their actions from their own worldview. I do my best not to bring my own perspective into contention, as I believe this distorts how a character develops. I also like editing. I used to do a lot of film editing so book editing is a natural progression for me.
Do you make up settings or use real places and why?
I write contemporary fiction, so prefer to keep my locations as real as possible. I think this helps readers identify with the character’s lives and experiences. I might make up a street or create an enclave in the countryside that doesn’t really exist. I love using real restaurants, I even select food from their menus for my characters. The other day my sister was reading my WIP, and shrieked when she realized she had been to a small café in New York that my characters frequent. It’s fun! But beware, I also like fabrications—just to keep my readers guessing.
Who is your favorite character from one of your books and why?
It has to be Luke Hunter. I created him in the image of Chris Hemsworth’s Thor character, so what is not to like? Besides his panty-melting good-looks, Luke is also a man who loves with an all-consuming intensity. The abuse and loss he suffered at a young age, shapes the man he becomes. He is driven in his work, and his protective instincts are through the roof. Potently sexy, he has no problem using this to his benefit, but when confronted with Katya’s pain, we discover a depth of emotional intelligence that will bring you to tears. It does me!
What stories do you have in the works right now?
I’m nearly finished Gray’s Promise, book two in my King Security Series, (Luke’s Redemption is the first.) It’s set in New York and Denton, Texas. Grayson Walker is a deadly charmer, and Luke’s best friend. Zoey Morgan is his one-and-only. Torn apart by a horrific tragedy, Gray and Zoey still carry the emotional scars fourteen years later. We follow their fraught reconciliation, and the unknown evil stalking them. Their journey is filled with pain, and a heart-wrenching beauty. And, of course, sexual chemistry so scorching it still gets me in a hot sweat when I think about it.
About Luke’s Redemption
Red-hot sex. Searing betrayal. A passionate and elusive love…
Chased by her criminal kingpin father, Katya Dalca runs to New Orleans and straight into the arms of Luke Hunter. Sucked into the carnal world of the French Quarter, she succumbs to Luke’s potent sexuality. He not only steals her breath, he steals her heart, and the only leverage she has against her father. She’s left with no choice but to pick up the pieces and rebuild her life alone.
Undercover DEA agent Luke Hunter thought his newest assignment—recover a stolen flash drive to gain the trust of the Russian mob—was like any other. But his target brings him to his knees, and after one taste of her intoxicating beauty, he’s in too deep. Doing his job means walking away, leaving his heart behind with nothing but a promise to reunite. It’s a promise he can’t keep.
When Katya’s past reaches out and her world unravels, her only hope is the one man she is most vulnerable to—Luke.
The smell of beignets wafted up and distracted, I lifted the bag and took a deep breath. Whoosh! Fine sugar blew up out of the bag and coated me.
“S***, honey, you look sweet all over.”
Oh, just great.
Blinking sugar out of my eyes I looked up. And up. He was tall, well over six foot. Midnight-blue eyes rimmed by a deeper blue-black smoldered lazily down at me. “You’re holding the best beignets in the world. You gonna stand there or you going to take a bite?”
“Umm.” Jeez, Katya. Say something.
“Here, let me hold that for you.” He took the coffee from my hand. “Go on, babe. Take a bite. It’ll be the best thing you’ll ever taste.”
Still struck dumb, I did what he asked and lifted a beignet out of the bag and took a big bite. Oh! It was like sinking my teeth into a sweet pillow of ambrosia.
I nodded and stared back at him. Then, without uttering a word, I stuffed the rest of the beignet into my mouth. He grinned at me, shaking his head. “Want to wash it down with this?” He held out my coffee.
My fingers brushed against his. Yikes! I couldn’t stop the slight tremor caused by his touch. I took a gulp of coffee – half rich chicory, half hot milk – and finally found my voice. “Would you like one?” I offered the bag of beignets to him.
“Would be like taking candy from a baby,” he grinned. “But don’t worry, I’ve got my own.” He dangled a packet like mine in front of me.
Then we both stood there and smiled at each other while we gorged on sugary donuts. He would reach for my coffee to free my hand. Then after I ate some fluffy yumminess, he’d hand it back to me so I could take a sip. We swallowed the last of our beignets and licked our fingers.
I didn’t even know his name, yet I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life.