Writer Spotlight: Dee Ann Waite

Author :: Dee Ann Waite
Your Website :: www.deeannwaite.com

In the Author's Words :: People have been telling me for years that I need to write a book. I finally thought it was a good idea. I love thrillers.

Many instances in my life seem to parallel the genre, from my Private 
Investigator days, to working for a corrupt criminal defense attorney, to 
personal injury law. Lots of interesting and thrilling times. I've written 
two books to date; an Action Adventure Thriller and a Young Adult Thriller. I love the adrenaline rush at the fast pace of this genre, and I adore
writing it even more than reading it.

Content Title :: Mists of Bayou Rhyne

So what's it about? :: The light goes out in Cassandra Rhyne's world when 
her father is discovered lying face down in the bayou. The whispers in the 
mists speak of murder.

Belinda Larson despises Cassie and makes it her sworn duty to bring her 
down. Taking Cassie's best friend is a good start; next is the handsome 
Derrick Anderson.

The awkward love triangle results in an accident that puts Belle in a coma 
and forces Derrick to run for his life. Cassie agrees to help him unaware 
that in his salvation lie the secrets to her father's murder.

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How about a Sample :: Mists of Bayou Rhyne on the white railing of the porch 
slapped the boy leaning into her. "Get the fuck off me, you shit-head!"

Jess snickered. "Seems like everyone's already plastered and it's only nine 
o'clock."

Some guy rushed down the stairs and plowed into Belinda, catching her arm 
before she tumbled back. "Whoa, sorry." He glanced at her with recognition. 
"Hey, Belinda. Glad you made it."

"Yeah, thanks." Belinda pushed away from him, pulling her tight black skirt 
down and straightening her equally tight low-cut top. "Hey, do you know if 
Derrick Anderson is here yet?"

"Derrick? I heard he wasn't coming," the boy said as he continued down the 
steps. "Hey, go inside and have some fun. They're doing keggers in the 
kitchen," he said and ran toward the over-sized water fountain where 
several kids were splashing each other.

The large house was crammed with kids, some dancing in the living room, 
others lining the stairwell, and still others taking up every inch of the 
halls -- it was as if the whole school had shown up.

"Man, this place is packed," Belinda yelled over the music. She pointed 
toward the back down the long hallway. "That must be where the kitchen is. 
Come on."

They pushed through the swinging doors and found several kids lying across 
the island in the center of the kitchen, their heads hanging off the edge. 
Another kid leaned over them holding a tube that extended from the keg 
letting the flow of beer rush into their open mouths. One boy bolted 
upright after the first mouthful, coughing, and hit his head against the 
pots and pans hanging above the table. He reached up to stop them from 
clanging and sent several crashing to the floor.

"I'm next," yelled Belinda.

Jess tugged on her arm. "You sure that's a good idea?"

"Lighten up, Jess, you're starting to annoy me," Belinda said and pulled 
away. "Besides, you're the DD tonight."

"Since when am I the designated driver? You hate the way I drive."

"Since I want to get drunk and you're all I have." Belinda walked over to 
the table and leaned over the girl on the table. "Get up. I said I'm next."

The girl rolled her eyes, but moved off the table as she was told.

Belinda lay in her place, laughing. "Don't get that shit on my clothes, 
moron," she warned the boy with the keg, "or you're dead."

"Yeah, no problem," he said. "Head back."

The room spun when Belinda sat up. She giggled and slid off the table. Jess 
had to reach to steady her.

"Jeez, Belle. Get a grip," Jess said.

Belinda giggled some more. "I'm fine. It just hit me funny when I got up so 
quickly. I'm fine now." She ran her fingers through her hair, and turned to 
the guy with the keg. "Hey, shit-head, you got it in my hair."

"Go in the pool and wash it out," someone shouted.

"I didn't bring a bathing suit."

The boy with the keg grinned. "You wearing a bra and panties under that 
sexy outfit?"

"Panties," she said with a smirk.

"Then you have a bathing suit. Nothing more needed," the boy said. 
"Besides, before the nights out we'll all be skinny dipping, anyway."

Belinda laughed and tugged on Jess's arm, pulling her down the hall. "Come 
on, let's check it out."

Half-naked teens crowded the pool. Belinda and Jess sat at the edge of the 
pool and dangled their feet in the water.

Belinda's mood swung low. "Hey, Jess, you think Derrick will stop by?"

Jess rolled her eyes. "If he isn't here by now, chances are he won't be. 
Give it a rest, will you?"

"I want to see him," Belinda mumbled more to herself than to Jess.

"Didn't he say he was watching the Rhyne property while they were out of 
town?" Jess asked.

"You're right! Come on, Jess. Let's blow this place. I think I want to stop 
by the barn to check on Golyath," Belinda said with a devilish giggle.

"I'd rather not," Jess said. "Besides, what's the big deal with Derrick 
anyway? He's with Cassie and blows you off constantly. You might think 
you'd get the hint. He.Ain't.Interested."

"Yeah, that's what you think. He's more interested than you know. Didn't 
you see the way he smiled at me at the 7-11 store the other night?"

"God, Belle, he smiles at everyone. He was just being nice."

Belle tsked. "What's your problem? Don't you think I'm pretty enough to get 
Derrick?"

"It's not about being pretty. He's with Cassie. He's taken. You know, off 
the market. So why do you bother when you can pretty much have anyone else 
you want?"

"Because I want Derrick, that's why. Cassie doesn't deserve a guy like him. 
He's way too good for her. I want him, and I will have him."

"You're such a bitch."

Belinda smirked. "Maybe I am.",

© Dee Ann Waite

Working on anything new? :: My current work in progress is a psychological 
thriller. I'm absolutely in love with this book. Can I say that? Not that I 
didn't love my other books, they're my babies too, but this is my favorite 
because I really get into the dark side of the mind. A place I've been 
interested in since I was a screwed up adolescent myself. I write about 
psychopathy and sociopathy, and attempt to educate the reader on the 
difference.

Where can readers purchase your books or content? :: Readers can purchase 
my books via my website at www.deeannwaite.com, Amazon, and B&N.


Who do you read? :: Lisa Gardner, Patricia Cornwell, Michael Connelly, Stephen King, Rachel Abbott


Any tips for aspiring writers? :: Your story must have heart. It must flow. 
It must leave something for the reader's imagination. You can't just force 
feed the reader or rob them of the creative spark in their own minds. It 
must say something, not just take up space. You must give up some of 
yourself to your readers, bare your soul. You must love descriptors, and 
you should always be mindful of what you are creating. For better or for 
worse, your words can be powerful.

Author Dee Ann Waite is available on Amazon/Kindle, Barnes and 
Noble, Goodreads, www.deeannwaite.com

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