Name Ellie Eden

 

Where are you from

I live in Hawaii with my husband and two daughters and a son.  I was born in South Africa and left there in my early 20s to travel. I never returned although I visited every two years. We’ve lived in Australia and California. I like them all. Hawaii is very beautiful and I like the scenery, temperature and the hiking, swimming and outdoor life here.

 

A little about your self `ie your education Family life etc  

I went to a convent school in South Africa. We had an excellent education when it came to reading and understanding literature. My maths was non-existent. I told my daughter once that I was always getting into trouble with the nuns. She was delighted and said, “Oh! What did you do.”  I said, whenever I was bored I would cross my legs and wiggle my foot up and down. She thought that was hilarious. Said I wouldn’t even have been noticed in the classroom she’s in. But it really worked then!! Drove the mother superior nuts! (poor woman!)

 

 

Fiona: Tell us your latest news?

I’m thrilled my romantic suspense ebook Flirting with Danger, published by Etopia Press, received a great review from The Romance Reviews. Here’s a snippet: FLIRTING WITH DANGER is a story that will have you guessing at every page turn. It causes you to question just about every event.

I loved the author’s style of writing. She created an air of mystery and suspense that was perfect for the story. The main focus of the story was on the thrilling events and situations that the characters found themselves in. The romantic elements, though minimal were hot, intense and steamy.

FLIRTING WITH DANGER  is mysterious, suspenseful and riveting. If you love stories that are suspenseful, action-packed and enthralling, then give this one a try.

 

 
Fiona: When and why did you begin writing?

I wrote a lot when I was a teenager. I never worked on the outline first, just plunged into the plot. So the books didn’t get past the first few exciting chapters! Writing as Ellie Crowe, my first published book was “The Little Princess Kaiulani” – a children’s book about Hawaii’s beloved princess who had a lovely childhood but lost her kingdom and died young and tragically. The book was about her childhood and fun to write. Then I wrote a number of best selling travel books about Hawaii, including “Exploring Lost Hawaii, Places of Power, History, Mystery and Magic.” It was fun exploring and taking the photos and I interviewed a lot of people about the strange things like ghostly volcano goddesses and women in white and fireballs sailing through the air that Hawaii abounds in.

 
Fiona: Do you have a specific writing style?

I like to write books that move fast and are easy to read. Exotic settings appeal to me. I like strong alpha heroes, both in fiction, and in the non-fiction I’ve written like “Surfer of the Century.” Flirting with Danger (written as Ellie Eden) is my first romantic suspense book. I love to read romantic suspense and writing it was just as much fun. I particularly enjoyed writing about the bad guy. And Nara, the  wild little drug dealer, took on a life of her own.I loved writing about her!

 

 
Fiona: How did you come up with the title?

I had a hard time coming up with the title “Flirting With Danger” – I wanted something that sounded sort of sexy but that also told the reader it was a suspenseful story. The first title for the book was “Letting Evil In,” but it sounded too much like horror or something!

 

 
Fiona: Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

“Flirting with Danger” is based on a husband who messes around on the internet. The premise of the book is that the computer is a window into your home. Beware who creeps in. In this case, the whole family is thrown into a deadly situation.

 

 
Fiona: How much of the book is realistic ?

A large part of the book is set in Brazil, an exotic but dangerous country. I visited South America a few times and read a lot of magazines and news reports about the drug dealers there.

 

 
Fiona: Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?

Part of the book is based on what actually happened to a friend of mine. Her husband left her for a young Brazilian drug dealer he’d met on line. Within a few months, the jealous girl was threatening to kill his daughter, saying he loved her more. It was sort of satisfying for my friend, in an awful way, in that it turned out really bad for the husband! She is now happily married to someone else.

 

 
Fiona: What books have most influenced your life most? a mentor?

Joy Fielding is one of my favorite readers. And the early Mary Higgins Clark. I love twisting plots and unexpected villains.

 

 
Fiona: What book are you reading now?

Gone Girl is the last really good suspense book I read. At the moment I’m reading The Red Queen by Philippa Gregory – also a wonderful writer.

 

 
Fiona: What are your current projects?

I’m working on a romantic suspense set in a Dystopian world. And also finishing the editing on another Hawaii Travel Book, Exploring Oahu, Places of Power, History and Mystery.

 

 
Fiona: Do you see writing as a career?

I see writing as a lifestyle. I would do it whether it supported me or not.

 

 

 
Fiona: If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?

I’d change the cover and get rid of the gun. Although the cover of Flirting with Danger” features a gorgeous night scene of Brazil and the guy is hot, I read that Amazon doesn’t like promoting covers with guns. I asked the publisher to soften the look, remove the gun, but it didn’t happen.

 

Fiona: Can you share a little of your current work with us?

 

FLIRTING WITH DANGER

by ELLIE EDEN
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They wandered along the sand in the honeyed glow of evening, making their way towards the lights of the hotels. As they reached the beach steps, Kristi stumbled and felt Tony’s hand steady her. Poor guy, always saving me, she thought. He makes me feel protected. Some men are like that. She was sure women would love him. Any woman with any sense would want a man like Tony. She wondered if he was married.

Sitting down on the second step, she wiggled her toes in the warm sand.

“Tell me about yourself,” she said. “Have you always lived in Rio?”

He shook his head. “I was born in Sorrento, Italy. My father’s Italian and my mother’s Brazilian/American. They came to Brazil with me and my brother when I was ten. My father’s a rancher in Bahia. It’s a ways from the city. I went to college in Boston.”

“Oh. Why?”

“My mother wanted me to. Her parents live there. It was great, I loved it. Boston is so different from Rio.”

For some silly reason she was delighted to hear he’d been to college in a city she knew. “I grew up in Boston. Which college did you go to?”

He laughed. “You’re not going to believe this. I went to Berklee College of Music. I hoped to be lead guitarist in a famous band.”

She beamed at him. “You studied music! Josh is going to be so impressed! I can picture you. I bet you had long hair. Yeah? Curly, long hair. Did you play Hendrix?”

“Yeah. Voodoo Child. I rocked.”

“You’ll have to jam with Josh. Will you do that? Before we go? Please!”

“Sure.”

Almost unconsciously she turned her head to look at him. As he was sitting on the step below her, they were almost eye to eye. His half-smile was sweet. Sexy. It made a shiver run through her. She jerked her gaze away. Suddenly she felt lost. What was she doing on the beach on a tropical night with this good-looking stranger? It would be fun to be single, to be flirting with no worries or complications. Was Michael doing that somewhere close by? Was he having  an affair? Maybe her whole family about to be shattered, like hers had been when she was not much younger than Josh. Tears filled her eyes. Quickly, she wiped them away. Then without meaning to, she gave a loud sob. You’re not going to cry! She forced herself to stop. She hiccupped. Some tourists passed by, carefully looking the other way. Oh God. What was she doing!

“Kristi,” he said, softly. “Whatever it is, we can figure it out. My brother, Rafael, is working on finding your husband. He is Deputy Chief of Civil Police. He’ll do everything anyone possibly could do. We’ll find your husband.”

Embarrassed, she nodded.

“Come on. Let’s get you back to your hotel,” he said, sounding awkward as he helped her up.

“I’m sorry I cried like that. I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay.”

“I got an email yesterday. It was from Michael. It showed him hugging a local girl. They were at the beach right here in Copacabana. Michael had on those horrible little Speedos and the girl was wearing a mini bikini. They looked as if they were having a ball. I don’t know why he sent it to me.” Again, her eyes filled with tears. She blinked hard to hide them. “I don’t know what he thinks he’s doing. How can I ever take him back? I don’t even want him back. I don’t feel the same way about him. But what about Josh and the twins?” Now she’d told him all her problems again. What was wrong with her!

He sighed. “Oh Kristi.”  Reaching out, he took her hand tentatively as if taking hands was not something he normally did. His fingers were hard and his palm callused. She liked hands like that. She felt a hot quiver run through her. She pulled her hand away. Where was she going with this? Was she crazy?

Of its own accord it seemed, her body leaned towards him. She slipped her hand back into his. The feel of his hand felt natural, comforting. Holding hands was underrated. She really, really wanted to hold his hand. She could feel the heat of his body where it touched hers. “You’ve been really nice to Josh and me,” she said. “I feel so strange. What if nothing was the way I thought it was for all these years?”

“Don’t judge anything now.”

“I didn’t know you did marriage counseling.”

He shrugged. “I only know it from the worse case scenario. If anything good happens, don’t consult me.”

“You’re married?”

“I was. She left me. It was my fault.”

She was about to ask what happened, when the first big drops of rain pelted down. “Want to make a dash for it?” he said. Fingers locked, they ran through the drizzle. As they reached the hotel foyer, he let go of her hand. They stood apart in the brightly lit elevator. Without meaning to, she again swayed closer to him, feeling her shoulder touch his warm arm. Self-consciously, she moved away, noticing the muscles of his arms and chest outlined by his damp tee-shirt. Rain pasted her wet tee-shirt to her body. Wondering if he could see her nipples, she pulled the clinging fabric away from her damp bikini top.

She unlocked the door and walked into the room. They were both wet. For a moment they just stood, looking at each. Then Tony laughed. “We’d be better on the balcony,” he said. “We’re dripping on the carpet.”

“Would you like a hot shower?”

“Not much point. I don’t have anything to change into.”

“Well, at least we can dry off a bit.” She grabbed two of the big, white towels and followed him out into the night. The air outside was balmy, much warmer than the air-conditioned room. Steam rose from the wet tiles, but the patio furniture was dry, protected from the rain by the balcony above. Tony crossed over to the railing and stood looking at the view, which Kristi noted was meltingly beautiful: white waves crashing, reflections of car lights shimmering on rain drenched Avenue Atlantica, the glittering lights of the favelas on the slopes of the mountains and hunched above it all, the dark jungle-covered morros.

She handed him a towel and stood watching he pulled off his damp shirt and began to dry himself off. He looked soooo good. He was just so indescribably hot and her husband was such an indescribable jerk. As he turned towards her, she quickly pulled her eyes away from his athletic body and found herself looking at his mouth. He had a beautiful mouth, lips tilted slightly up as if he’d never be able to look really angry. She wondered what it would be like to kiss him. There just seemed to be too much space between them and she had to close it. She moved towards him. His eyes, thick lashes still wet with raindrops, looked into hers. She closed her eyes and turned her face up to his. His lips touched hers. She knew she hadn’t left him much choice. His mouth was gentle, his lips warm and firm. She’d imagined a passionate kiss. She didn’t quite know what to do with a gentle one. His kiss was almost shy. Warmth throbbed through her. She was hot enough to melt. She longed for him to kiss her more.

He pulled away slightly, his hands holding her upper arms. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, stroking a tendril of wet hair back from her cheek. “Your husband is an idiot.” His eyes were filled with an emotion that sent a thrill through her. It was so good to feel appreciated, to feel again that someone thought she was beautiful. He looked at her quizzically. “I should leave.”

“I don’t want you to leave. I want you to stay.” Unable to resist, she buried her face in the warm place between his neck and broad shoulders.

“You’d regret it tomorrow,” he said. “There are things you don’t know about me. I come from a very different world.”

“Rubbish,” she giggled. “You went to Berklee College in Boston. How different can that be?” Then she shivered, knowing the shiver was because of him and not the weather.

He took the towel and wrapped it around her shoulders, making a cocoon for her against his warm body. Without meaning to, she gave a soft moan of appreciation. She looked up quickly to see if he’d heard. What if he thought she was trying to sound sexy? He lifted her long, wet hair, using the nearest end of the towel to dry the dripping strands.

She looked up at him. “You were right. I shouldn’t have come to Rio. I’ve landed in such a mess, I…”

Before she could finish the sentence, his lips touched the corner of her mouth. For a second he hesitated, then his lips closed over hers, warm and sweet. She clung to him, kissing him passionately, drawing from his strength, escaping into the feeling of someone caring about her just for now. She pressed up close against him. Everything about him felt good: his strong arms around her, his broad shoulders, his hard, lean body. He responded by holding her tighter and kissing her with more urgency, his breath quickening. The heat of the kiss and the feel of his body chased every thought from her head. She could feel the hardness of his groin and she throbbed with wanting him.

Was she really going to do this? She pulled away. They stood for a second just looking at each other. His eyes were dark with arousal. How could she do this? Omigod, how could she not? The Moroccan-style outdoor sofa looked incredibly inviting and she sunk down into the pillows pulling him down beside her. For a second, she thought it funny that she was the proactive one here.

“You shouldn’t sleep with me,” he said, his voice sounding gruff.  Immediately she wanted him even more. She was totally hot for him. In reply she wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to continue the blissful kiss where it had left off. Her heart raced, her body throbbed. She could feel his heart thudding too.

“Kristi,” With a groan he pulled away. “This is not a good idea.” His voice was thick with desire. For some no doubt worthy reason, he was trying not to do this.

“Why isn’t it a good idea?” she said. She could hear her voice sounding petulant and rebellious and somewhat like Josh when he was thwarted. Why was she doing this? Maybe because she was hot, so hot, to sleep with him. Burning with longing to sleep with him. Totally wanting to be right down there, right now, in the bed, or on the sofa, or even on the wet tiles, making passionate love to him.

“Don’t you want to sleep with me?”

He gave her a lopsided smile and raised his eyebrow. Then suddenly he wrapped the towel tightly around her again, kissed her lips hard and quickly, and stood up. He was leaving! “Call me if Josh isn’t back by eight,” he said.

She stood, clutching the towel. Disappointment filled her. The night had been perfect. So amazingly romantic with the rain pouring down around them, the inky ocean crashing out there, a full moon slipping in and out of dark, flying clouds.  “It felt like a dream,” she said slowly. “A super-cool dream about a dream lover in a storm.” She sighed. “You’re ruining my dream.”

“A wet dream,” he said wryly. A flash of lightning silhouetted his dark shape. Thunder crashed.

“You’d regret it in the morning.”

“If you say so.” She knew she was pouting. How silly was that. She turned her back on him. “Why don’t you just go already?”

“Of course I want to sleep with you. I’m longing to sleep with you. Not sleep. Make love. What do you think?”

Thunder crashed again. As another flash of jagged lightning ripped the sky. She shivered.

“You’re wet. Aren’t you cold?”

“Nope,” she said.

“You better get those wet clothes off.”

She looked him in the eye. “Good idea.” Slowly she pulled off her wet tee-shirt and tossed it into the air. Then she slid out of her wet shorts. Watching his eyes as he took in her body in her new bikini and her silver sandals, she walked over to the balcony railings and stood there. She knew she was standing provocatively, her butt nicely rounded as she leaned on the railing. She was glad the rain shower suddenly stopped. To tell the truth, she was cold. But she hoped that would change soon.

Within seconds, she felt his warm, hard body behind her. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “You’re so perfectly beautiful.”

 

 

 

Fiona: Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

PR is challenging. When I started writing, my books were in stores like Borders and Barnes and Noble. There were even things like book signings! Now they are on a cloud shelf and its hard to market them.

 

 
Fiona: Do you have to travel much concerning your book(s)?

I travel a lot when writing as my books are either about exotic places (like Hawaii) or set in exotic places. its great when traveling to be doing research at the same time. it really enriches the experience. My husband enjoys it too, though I sometimes have to drag him and his camera there.

 

 
Fiona: Who designed the covers?

The various publishers of my books have designed the covers. And they don’t change them, even if I wish they would. In my book Surfer of the Century, the life of Duke Kahanamoku (by Ellie Crowe) – the hero is Duke, who is real life was an extremely good looking guy. but the artist really picked him on a bad hair day!

 

 
Fiona: What was the hardest part of writing your book?

Writing the outline is the hardest part of writing. If I can write a complete outline, the rest comes easily and can be changed if necessary. the outline requires discipline.

 

 
Fiona: Do you have any advice for other writers?

Write an outline first. Its a piece of cake after that.

 

 
Fiona: Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

I’d like to thank you readers for reading my books. its wonderful when a reader takes the time and trouble to write a review. Authors really appreciate that. I think most authors are people-pleasers. You hope what you are creating will be enjoyed and even loved by someone. Its terrific when a reader tells you that they never suspected who the bad guy was etc, or that they stayed up for hours reading the book. Makes it all worthwhile

 

 

Fiona: Do you have a blog/website? If so what is it?

https://edenauthor.wordpress.com/

http://www.amazon.com/Flirting-Danger-Ellie-Eden-ebook/dp/B018RBXM7G

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