Anne Ashby is joining the Plotting Princesses today. Let's get to know her:
Anne Ashby lives in New Zealand and writes clean contemporary romance using her homeland as an added point of difference to her stories. Her interest in family, genealogy and rugby often feature. "Leath's Legacy" is her sixth book.
Favourite Movie: The Sound of Music
Favourite Book: Any by Essie Summers
Last Book Read: A Mother’s Wish by Debbie Macomber
Favourite Colour: Yellow
Stilettos or Flip-flops: Flip-flops
Coffee or Tea: Neither
E-book or Paperback: Paperback
Pencil or Pen: Pencil
Favourite Song: Any by Kris Kristoffersen
Streak or not: Not
Favourite Dessert: Pavlova
Champagne or Gin: Neither
Paranormal or Historical: Neither, Contemporary only
Ginger or Mary Ann: Mary Ann
Favourite TV Show: Packed to the Rafters
Hot or Cold: Hot
Leath's Legacy: Hope of allaying their guilt drives them in a collision course
Excerpt From Leath’s Legacy:
“What do you want?” he demanded. “Name your price and I’ll match it.”
Her eyes boggled and her eyebrows rose. Was he serious? Yes, it appeared he was, from the way he waved an agitated arm around.
“Come on. Name it,” he snapped. “Everyone has their price. What’s yours?” His Machiavellian smirk conveyed his certainty.
Frowning, Leath stared up at him. “You mean if we asked for, what, ten million dollars, you’d give it to us?” She shook her head. “You’re crazy.”
She didn’t believe for a moment he’d seriously consider that sort of amount and gasped when he replied almost immediately.
“That’s your price, ten million?”
“No, Mr. Buchanan, that’s not our price!” Leath feared he might reach for his cheque book. “That was just a stupid figure plucked out of the air. We’ve already given you our answer, twice.”
Seeing a very slight slump in his shoulders and something odd in his expression, Leath softened the blow. “I’m sorry if you’re disappointed.” She even smiled up at him, “but it’s not going to change. We like the place.”
“But you have to sell it to me!”
Stepping back at the ferociousness in his voice, Leath bit her lip.
“I have to have it.”
His apparent desperation caused a sympathetic response from her. “I’m sorry.” She felt compelled to soften her voice. “We’re not selling.”
“But you must.” He stretched out and would have grabbed her arms if she hadn’t stepped back once more. “It’s ours and I mean to have it back.”
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Find Leath' Legacy at: The Wild Rose Press
So Anne, why Kris Kristoffersen songs?