We Asked and Anne Answered

Q1:  If you could become any one of your book’s characters, who would it be and why?

Obviously, I would love to be my protagonist Leah who has developed such strength to face down her antagonist as well as found a man who supports and loves her. However, I would love to spend a day as the supporting character Viola because of her flamboyant personality, loyalty, and knowledge of holistic medicine.

Q2:  What do you consider to be the central plot of your story?

With the mysterious and handsome Civil War veteran Marcus Quinn at her side, Leah Sullivan chases after the evil conjurer who has kidnapped her brother. Dangerous Conjurings is a historical paranormal romance set against the backdrop of hanging moss and murder, hoodoo and voodoo, hexes and the grotesque. Enter this story at your own peril. Remember…hoodoo only works if you believe

 Q3:  When did you know you were destined to be a writer?

I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t making up stories in my head! I still pinch myself that I have my first book published!

Speed Round (just to get to know you better):

Coffee, tea, or other?  Coffee – without it my eyes won’t open and the day won’t begin!

Music preference?  Eclectic – my playlists include Broadway musicals, Oldie-Goldies, classic rock, jazz, Big Band.  Right now, I’m stuck on the soundtrack from The Greatest Showman.

Favorite movie?  I’ll always have Casablanca (to cheesily paraphrase a line from it) as my answer to this question. My family knows when our channel surfing hits upon it, we are going to “play it again.” I never tire of it and know all the lines by heart. Rick’s  wounded hero trope gets me every time.

Dog, cat, or other?  I am an equal-opportunity dog and cat lover. Growing up, everyone knew to bring any stray dogs or cats to our home because my mom could never turn them away. SammyCat, a black cat with tuxedo markings, consoled my teen-angst tears. Bridget, a cockerpoo, was like my sister I never had. Right now, I’m blessed to have adopted a pom-pap-poodle mix who is fifteen pounds of joy. I named him Jackpot because I hit the jackpot when “he” rescued me.

Favorite author?  I can’t choose just one favorite author!! Growing up, I loved Gothic Romances and read Victoria Holt, Anne Stuart, Daphne du Maurier, and I also read Belva Plain, Barbara Cartland.  I enjoy Jennifer Robson and Susan Meissner’s historical romances (I am a sucker for the World War 1 and World War 2 historical eras.). I enjoy anything by Tess Gerritsen, Karen White, and Hank Phillippi Ryan, each of whom I have been lucky enough to meet several times (and “fangirl” over each time). I also love anything by Nora Roberts and Heather Graham.

About the Book

Desire. Betrayal. Fate. Can love conjure all?

With the mysterious and handsome Civil War veteran Marcus Quinn at her side, Leah Sullivan chases after the evil conjurer who has kidnapped her brother. The couple’s passion heats up while sleeping under the stars only inches apart and surrounded by peril.

However, through a cruel twist of fate, Leah discovers the devastating secret about Marcus’s past that breaks her heart and jeopardizes her brother’s rescue. Will Leah’s love for Marcus be powerful enough to overcome his betrayal? Or will dangerous conjurings doom their future together?

Dangerous Conjurings is set at the close of the American Civil War, during which the protagonist Leah Sullivan journeys across the war-torn Southern states from Savannah, Georgia to New Orleans, where she becomes involved in the voodoo underworld of Marie Laveau.

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Read an Excerpt

On the first of September, a stranger came to call.

I was cutting and gathering into a basket the sunflowers Mama fussed over. “At least the Yankees didn’t stampede the flower garden,” she always said. The jaunty flowers served as a small comfort, as far as I was concerned.

Curiosity over the caller set my pulse singing. A visitor was such an oddity. He must be lost and in need of directions.

The skinny reddish mare from which he dismounted appeared sore in need of tending, and so did he. The tell-tale signs he had been a soldier were apparent from his saddlebags, bed roll, canteen, lead and picket rope, tent half, and poncho, all War-issued. His faded trousers with the yellow stripe down their sides marked him as Cavalry. His sack coat bore the dust of many days’ travel. His haversack was slung from his shoulder and slouch hat was tugged over his brow.

He looped his reins around the hitching post by the front porch steps and was making his way to the door. His gait favored his left leg, a war injury I assumed.

Preparing to greet him, I straightened my work dress and checked the ties of my work apron, thankful I was not attired in William’s work trousers I had taken so often to wearing. I patted my hair which I had gathered into one of Mama’s yarn snoods to keep off my neck.

Walking toward the porch with basket in one hand and scissors in the other, I reminded myself it was not this survivor’s fault that William and Fitz were gone. No matter how hard I tried not to blame those who had survived the War, I couldn’t help it. I lay awake nights wrestling with the unanswerable question of why Fitz and William were taken and others spared.

I forced warmth into my voice. “Welcome, sir.”

His quick turn showed I startled him. He tugged his hat’s brim. “Sorry, ma’am. I didn’t see you.”

He held his hand out to assist me up the stairs, his touch firm yet gentle. His broad-shouldered body cast a shadow over me, blocking the slant of the late afternoon sun. Withdrawing my hand from his, my introduction tumbled out. “I’m Leah Sullivan. And you are?”

He hesitated to answer. Had I been improper in introducing myself first? Should I have curtsied? Waited for him to have spoken first? I hadn’t a clue. It had been so long since I had been in the company of others. Hotness crept across my cheeks.

He removed his hat, revealing handsome features, set off by cornflower blue eyes flecked with black. They held the same expression as Daddy’s, one of aged tiredness that told of the horrors of battle. He, as had all soldiers, had endured such suffering. Sympathy overtook my initial resentment.

“My name is Marcus Quinn, ma’am.” His voice held a quiet fatigue.

I slightly bowed my head to avert my gaze. “Pleased to make your acquaintance.” An awkwardness settled between us until my curiosity over his visit overcame it. “What brings you here, Mr. Quinn?”

His posture stiffened, as if my question had been too forward. His reserved mask cracked, exposing the raw sorrow I’d seen so often on Daddy’s face. His one-word answer was an unexpected one. “William.”

About the Author

ANNE ARMISTEAD earned her English degree from the University of Georgia and her MFA in Creative Writing from Spalding University. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America (RWA) and the Georgia Writers of Romance (GRW), along with the National and Georgia Sisters in Crime (SinC) organization. She writes historical fiction children’s stories for Highlights Magazine under Sandra Havriluk.

Dangerous Conjurings is her debut historical romance novel. Under the title Treacherous Hearts, it was the winner of the 2014 YA Fab 5 Wisconsin Romance Contest. Anne has placed as a finalist the GRW’s Maggies contest, as well as in the RWA Daphne Contest and the YARWA Rosemary contest.

Anne has presented on panels at the 2018 Milton Literary Festival and will be presenting Turning a Nugget of History into a Novel at the 2019 Moonlights and Magnolias GRW conference. Her latest historical romance With Kisses from Cécile will be released in early summer 2019.

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  1. Thanks so much for allowing me to be a “Friday Friend,” Nancy! Enjoyed it so much.

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