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Welcome, Minta! Please share a little about yourself, your genres, any other pen names you use.
I think I was born with a pen (or maybe a computer) attached to one hand. I’ve known I wanted to write since I was a girl. Romance was the perfect genre for me because it was a great counterpoint to working in the computer industry. Maybe because computers tend to be all serious and don’t (usually) display much of a sense of humor, I like my romances to be steamy, humorous, and just a little bit twisted. In a good way, of course! (You knew that, right?) A little funk is a good thing, don’t you think?
I totally agreed! Tell us a little about your latest or upcoming release.
THE MAGICIAN OF WALL STREET is my first book with Entangled; it’s in their Indulgence line of category romances. Oliver Pendragon (a.k.a. “The Magician of Wall Street”) may be a financial wizard, but when it comes to hanging onto the love of his life, he’s not nearly so successful. Abby Daltry left him to move across country to San Diego, where she is now owner of a funky New Age bookstore. Unfortunately, Oliver’s former business partner has brought down Oliver’s company and now threatens to hurt—or kill!—Abby. Oliver’s protective instincts run smack-dab into Abby’s determination to keep her independence.
Oh, what a story! Which character is your favorite and why?
I really do love all my characters, but I especially love the ones who surprise me. I think that’s a great feature in a person, don’t you? It’s hard for me to choose, but, if you set aside Oliver and Abby (because the hero and heroine are too obvious!), I can think of several favorites. There’s the elderly sisters Griselda (“Grizzy”) and Eunice who always seemed to appear just in time to stir up the pot a little. There’s also a young man who pops in just once to give Oliver a Dire Warning. (I love Dire Warnings, don’t you?) He doesn’t even have a name, but I’m sure he’ll be back sooner or later. And then there’s Selena, Abby’s partner in the store, and Jake, the owner of the security firm Oliver hires to help him protect Abby. Just between you and me, I suspect there’s something going on with those two. How could they be at each other’s throats for such trivial reasons if there’s not a whole lot of steam under the surface bubbling out? I think those two bear watching, don’t you? And then, there’s a total favorite of mine: a seven-foot tall wooden statute of a sasquatch standing in the corner of the store, generally arrayed in colorful silk saris. He’s a little bit like a gun placed on a mantel in the opening scene: you just know that eventually someone will grab that gun and shoot somebody with it! Well, Big Foot doesn’t have more than a bit part in this story, but I have a hunch that he’ll take a strong supporting role sometime in the future. And he looks really cute in those saris…
LOL All these characters sound like a total hoot! Will there be any sequels or other books in the same series?
You bet! Though, come August, the series moves from the Indulgence line to Entangled’s new Covet line of paranormal romances. The stories will all be centered around the customers and employees (and friends and family) of the Tarot-A-While bookstore. They’ll vary in tone from quirky and funny to adventurous, but all will have a strong paranormal twist.
Awesome! Can’t wait for the Covet line… What was the hardest thing for you about writing this story?
Wow. I think the hardest thing of any story is getting the first chapter correct. I always have a hard time with Chapter 1. It has to do so many things in story-telling: introduce characters, establish the story world, bring the hero and heroine together, present at least an initial sense of the conflict between them, and introduce the story question that will drive the story from start to finish. That’s a lot of stuff to pack into a relatively few pages!
Yes, for sure! What are you working on right now?
The next two stories in this series! In the next story, the attention shifts a bit inland to one of the Tarot-A-While’s customers who lives in Julian, CA, a small mountain town about 50 miles east of San Diego. I can’t say too much about it just now, but this is a really fun story!
Good luck! What happened to the first book you ever wrote?
With any luck, it has disintegrated into dust!
LOL! What do you find easiest and hardest to write?
I think writing dialogue and repartee is easiest for me. The hardest is always-always-always that first chapter! And usually Chapter 5 for some reason that totally escapes me!
What would your readers be surprised to learn about you?
That I am under the mind control of a determined Feline Manager. We humans tend to believe we domesticated the cat. Not true! Clearly they domesticated us. Consider the evidence: I work hard all day to provide my Tonkinese Feline Manager with her every desire, while she spends her time moving from warm sunny spot to warm sunny spot to lap to warm kitty bed. In between she watches the birdies on the feeders on the deck for entertainment (a feeder I maintain for her amusement), occasionally watches a 1950s sci-fi monster flick or an episode of Too Cute! or Walking with Dinosaurs (she loves the T-Rex!), and nibbles on her favorite munchies whenever the hungries strike.
I think there’s a reason my friends keep a list of who gets to be reincarnated as my next cat! (I’ve heard they’re talking about auctioning off the top spot on eBay…)
Bwahaha! Okay, now, just for fun (like we haven’t been having that already! *winks*):
Milk chocolate or dark chocolate? Oh, dark. Sinfully dark and rich and…oh, my. I think I need to go have a chocolate break. Back in a minute…
Salty or sweet? Sweet—but not too much so. Cinnamony-sweet is best.
Bed or kitchen table? Kitchen. For sure.
Beach or mountains? Beach—but I have to slather on pounds of sun block. I’m one of those unfortunates who can get sun poisoning while wearing a tee-shirt and sun block. Just call me Minta Mushroom.
Give or receive? Definitely both. What kind of choice is that?
Where can we find you on the web?
Oliver Pendragon’s days as the Magician of Wall Street are over. He’s lost everything: his business partner, his reputation, and the love of his life, Abby Daltry. When Abby’s father offers him a way to get everything back—including Abby—Oliver can’t refuse.Abby Daltry wants nothing more than to break away from the controlling men in her life. When a tarot reading reveals that she’s in danger and that her ex‐lover will be returning to her life, she’ll do whatever it takes to prove her independence.Oliver will stop at nothing to prove his love and to protect her from the man out to kill them both, but Abby finds out the truth about his deal with her father and issues an ultimatum: he can have her or the company. As danger looms and shots fly, will Abby give into the passion that rises to the Magician’s command—the Magician who all-too-easily controls her heart?
From: The Magician of Wall Street, by Minta Hall. © 2012. Available from Amazon and
Oliver Pendragon opened the door of the Tarot-A-While Bookstore and strode in with more assurance than he felt. Never show weakness. Never mind that the object of his quest could toss him out on his butt before he could say three words.
Never mind that if he failed, she’d be dead in a week.
He stood by the shop door, eclipsing the sun’s final evening glimmerings, but no one inside took the slightest notice of his entry. A small clutch of women huddled in the far corner. They sat on folding chairs and leaned forward, breathless as they focused on a woman sitting at a rickety card table.
The shop had the paradoxical charm of a little old lady in black motorcycle leather and spike-heeled boots. Despite the store’s predilection for mind-boggling merchandise in confusing disarray, Oliver noticed a state-of-the-art point-of-sale terminal on the sales counter.
Yes, this store suited Abby.
Anticipation throbbed through him, but he suppressed it. He’d known for months that the day would come when he’d at last be free to claim Abigail Daltry again. But now that he was here at last, he wanted to savor each moment of this long-delayed reunion as much as he wanted to swoop in and whisk her back into his life.
Back into his arms.
Back into his bed.
Oliver stepped forward, still shadowed by the tall shelves, his curiosity piqued by the intensity of the group. The woman at the table held a pack of battered, oversize cards and laid them out in a peculiar pattern on the table. For a moment, he thought she was playing solitaire, then realized the cards weren’t standard playing cards.
He took another step closer, then halted. There, seated in front of the woman with the cards, was Abby. He took a deep breath, fighting for control, and found himself listening with unexpected interest to the other woman’s explanation.
The reader spoke quickly. “...The ninth card reveals your hopes and fears.” A practiced flick of her fingers flipped the card face up. Her face drained of color.
Abby leaned forward just as he was about to move. “What’s wrong?”
The reader looked Abby straight in the eye and her voice took on an ominous note. “Your reading is filled with warnings of a deceiver, a man who is not who he claims, not who you think he is. Beware this man.” With a sure movement but keeping her eyes on Abby, she tapped the last card. “This card shows the final outcome. It reveals the answer to the struggles you face.”
“Turn it over,” Abby said.
The reader hesitated for a moment, then turned up the card. “The Magician,” she whispered as she looked up, straight into Oliver’s eyes. “Beware the Magician,” she warned, while holding his gaze with a commanding glare.
Abby must have noticed the new focus of the reader’s attention because she turned and stared at him, too, causing the rest of the ladies to turn. He fell under the microscopic survey of a suddenly hostile audience.
Visibly gathering her composure, Abby stood and gestured toward him in a mock-courteous introduction. “Welcome to the Tarot-A-While Bookstore, Oliver. Ladies, may I present Mr. Oliver Pendragon? You may have heard of him. He’s known as...” Abby faltered under his glare.
Oliver’s voice felt rusty and his words came out harsher than he intended. “Say it.”
Abby glanced again at the reader and at the cards that accused him from the card table.
She reached down and lifted the final card in the layout, holding it out in sardonic offering. “The Magician. Oliver’s called the ‘Magician of Wall Street.’”
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