Can you tell us a little about yourself? I’m a wife, mother,
stepmother and published author of 5 steamy historical romances set in
Australia.
What do you do when you’re not writing? Running after my kids
usually and trying for some much needed time with my wonderful husband.
Are any of your characters like you? There’s a little of me
in all my female characters.
What genres do you write in? I write steamy historical
romances with a hint of mystery, murder and suspense.
If you could sit down with any author dead or alive who would
it be? Harper Lee
Do you keep a notebook near your for when new ideas pop into
your head? Yes I do
For
readers who haven't tried your books yet, how do you think your editor or loyal
readers would describe your books? I’ve been told they are very hard to put
down. One reader in particular says once
she picks up one of my books she finds it hard to eat, sleep or work until
she’s finished.
What do readers have to look forward to in the future from
you? Wow, a few things. I have another
book Amorous Redemption due out next
year with Red Sage Publishing that is loosely based on my great grandparents.
I’m currently finishing Deceit &
Devotion which is about a station owner who has an affair with an
Aboriginal man who works on her cattle station.
I’ve also started the first of a seven book series that is yet to be
named.
Do you prefer to extensively plot your stories, or do you
write them as they come to you? I start
off with a rough plot idea but rarely does the final draft follow it.
What advantages or challenges does a writer in your genre
face in today’s fiction market? Biggest challenge is trying to stand out in
such a flooded market.
Shrouded
Passions by Faye Hall
Genre(s): Historical Romance
Murder, lies, deception, and love set in
the outback under the Australian sun.
A past of stolen gold, lies, and murder joined their
families together. It was a past that Devon Munroy and Lotte Higgins knew
nothing about. All they knew was the passion they felt for each other. When
Lotte is shot and dies in Devon’s arms, his world is destroyed.
Four years later
Devon has married the person his father handpicked for him, but he’s still
grieving for the woman he lost. He’s a mere shell of the man he once was, his
life having become a drunken haze without meaning. Then he meets a woman who
reminds him so much of his lost love it makes his heart ache.
Lotte has
been in hiding for years, but when more bodies began turning up around town,
all brutally murdered, she knows it’s time to bring down the person who tried to
kill her. And Lotte knows who is was—the woman Devon is now married to. Changing
her looks in order to keep her true identity hidden, Lotte takes a job in their
home, hoping to find some proof of the woman’s crimes. But can she resist Devon
when she’s so close to him? And when the truth comes out will Devon be able to forgive
her deception?
Content
Warning: contains sex, strong language, and some violence
Excerpt:
He walked up behind her, his arms going
around her waist and down to the apex of her thighs, his fingers gathering up
her skirts searching for the bare flesh beneath.
She struggled against him, finally pulling
away freeing herself.
His stare was dark and confused. “Is my touch no longer welcomed?”
“I am not some whore for you to play with
at your will!” she spat at him, her anger obvious.
Slowly he stepped towards her, again
closing the distance between them. “Are
you so sure of that, my dear?”
“You bastard!” she cursed at him. “You would fuck near on anything if you were
given half the chance!”
Reaching out to her, he again pulled her to
him, her rear pressing into his already strained mound in his trousers.
“I would fuck you…here…now…but it appears
my attentions are no longer welcomed.” He whispered near her ear, his breath
hot against her face, his hands holding her hips as he ground himself into her
suggestively.
Pushing against him, she struggled to again
free herself. He grabbed at her arm,
holding her wrist, stopping her escape.
“You son of a bitch!” she spat at him,
holding her tears at bay. “You have
fucked your way through your serving staff until there is none left. You would even fuck that woman…that thing…you
share your bed with…the thing you call…”
“My wife.” He finished for her.
He stood there for what seemed hours
holding her, studying her. Finally he
let her wrist drop from his hand.
“You should get back to work,” he said
steadily, knowing he was not ready for this moment.
She stood there, a single tear falling from
her eye. “You should go back and crawl
between your wife’s thighs.”
Stepping towards her, his hands went to her
face cupping it, his fingers lacing in her hair, his lips hungrily taking
hers. Walking her backwards, he laid her
on the bed behind her, one hand leaving her face to gather up her skirts. Despite having returned his kiss, she fought
against him as he gathered up her skirts.
“Get off me!” she shouted at him, her hands
trying to push him away as her feet kicked at him.
Struggling against her, he finally grabbed
both of her wrists in his hands, holding them above her head. Looking down at her, her cheeks flushed, her
breasts moving with her ragged breathing – never had he seen her look more
beautiful. And never had a wanted her
more.
“If I wanted little more than a quick fuck
I would go to the tavern and pay for it.”
“Why not go to your wife?” she asked, her
fight calming.
“My wife was a contract, nothing more. Our parents thought we’d make a profitable
match.”
“Yet you will still sleep with her.” she
spat at him.
He couldn’t stop his slight smile at her
words. “Until I met you…until you came
here…the only woman my body burned for was a girl from my youth…a girl so
uninhibited and unconvential…you are so much like her…yet you are so much more
as well.”
His words trailed off.
“What happened to her?”
His smile began to fade as reality returned
to him. “I killed her. There was a struggle…my gun went off…and she
died in my arms.”
“If you loved her so much…desired her so
much…why did you marry Elizabeth? Why
come to me?”
He let go of her wrists, his hands moving
over the swell of her breasts. His
fingers began unbuttoning her blouse.
“Since you have come into my life, I desire
no other woman. You are everything I have
ever wanted and more…”
“Your wife…” she reminded him.
“You are the only woman to have touched me
since I shot that girl.” Unbuttoning her
blouse, he let the fabric all away from her, revealing the light shift covering
her, still hiding her breast from him.
“I have not lain with my wife…ever.”
She tried to stay strong. “When you can fuck your way through your
servants, I suppose why would you?”
His fingers circled her nipples, hardening
them, making her reveal her want for him.
“If I wanted to ‘fuck’ you, I would have when I first walked in this
room. I would have bent you over that
table you were cleaning until I spilled myself inside you.”
She bit her lip. “Why didn’t you?”
His fingers stilled, his gaze holding
hers. “I want to give you pleasure. I want to see your passion.” He held his breath. “I want to give you what was taken from me
all those years ago.”
“I-If your wife comes in here…if she sees
us…” she tried.
He kissed her softly. “I do not care who sees us.”
“I am not this girl from your past, Devon,”
she tried to remind him.
Gathering up her skirts, he revealed her
naked thighs to him. “I know who you
are, Lotte…and what.”
He kissed her then, silencing her, his
fingers caressing her thigh.
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Meet the Author
Faye Hall's passion driven, mystery filled
books are set in small townships of North
Queensland , Australia
Each of her novels bring something symbolically Australian to her readers, from Aboriginal herbal remedies, to certain gemstones naturally only found in this part of the world.
Each of her books tell of a passionate connection between the hero and heroine, surrounded and threatened by deceit, scandal, theft and sometimes even murder.
These romances swerve from the traditional romances as Faye aims to give her readers so much more intrigue, whilst also revealing the hidden histories of rural townships of
Faye finds her inspiration from the histories of not only the township she grew up in, but the many surrounding it. She also bases most of her characters on people she has met in her life.
Faye was able to live her own passion driven romance, marrying the love of her life after a whirlwind romance in 2013. Together they are raising their 9 children in a remote country town in northern
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