Today I have Lilith Munroe on my website. Lilith is the heroine of Susanne Matthews‘ latest romantic suspense for Crimson Romance, The White Lily.
Thank you for inviting me to visit today with my book, The White Lily, Book Two of The Harvester Series by Susanne Matthews.
- Welcome. Start by telling me a bit about yourself.
My name is Lilith Munroe. I’m a profiler with the FBI, specializing in research and analysis. I keep to myself. I used to work in the field but transferred to Quantico after a botched raid on a suspected cult selling drugs for the Mexican cartel. For a while I was the FBI’s expert on cults. The New Horizon cult and its leader the Prophet are giving the task force charged with brining him down some difficulties. Trevor Clark, the agent in charge has requested my aid on the case, and so whether I like it or not, I’m going to Boston.
- If you could describe yourself in three words, what would they be?
Dedicated, determined, and defensive
- Since this is a romance, describe your love interest in three words.
Jacob’s attractive, intelligent, but an enigma.
- What aspect of his/her character could’ve have been the deal breaker?
The fact that he’s used to being in charge and can be quite authoritarian about it.
- What’s more important to you, the things a person says or the things a person does?
As far as I’m concerned, a person has to believe and act the way they say they will. That’s what inspires trust, and without trust, you can’t have any kind of meaningful relationship.
- How did the author choose the title to your story?
This is the second book in a series and in each book, a white flower plays a significant role in the plot. In book one, it was a carnation, in this book, lilies, and in book three, it will be an iris.
- Is your author a plotter or a pantser, and how does that affect your growth as a character?
My author is a pantser all the way, so she basically let Jacob and I live the story and created it as we did. Sometimes, we pulled her in a direction she hadn’t anticipated, and the editor, pulled all of us in other directions, too, but in the end, the story lives the way it should.
- Who was your favorite supporting character?
Rob Halliday, the Boston detective from Book One. He kept me focused and taught me more about field work than I ever knew.
The Harvester is out there…watching, waiting, biding his time.
FBI cult specialist Lilith Munroe lives in dread that one day the man who tortured her when a case went bad will find her again. So leaving her sanctuary in Quantico to join the Harvester Task Force in Boston is her version of hell. But the Harvester is kidnapping babies, and Lilith’s profiling skills may mean the difference between life and death for the most innocent in society.
Australian millionaire and former member of the New Horizon commune Jacob Andrews returns to the United States searching for his sister. Instead of the happy reunion he expects, he discovers she is dead and his twin brother may be responsible. He agrees to lend his law enforcement skills to help find his former cult leader before the man can implement his plan to kill millions.
Now uneasy partners, Jacob and Lilith must learn to trust each other even as they fight their growing attraction. But when Lilith’s greatest fears materialize, will Jacob be able to set aside his anger and save the woman he loves?
Sensuality Level: Sensual
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Susanne Matthews was born and raised in Cornwall, Ontario, Canada. She’s always been an avid reader of all types of books, but with a penchant for happily ever after romances. In her imagination, she travelled to foreign lands, past and present, and soared into the future. A retired educator, Susanne spends her time writing and creating adventures for her readers. She loves the ins and outs of romance, and the complex journey it takes to get from the first word to the last period of a novel. As she writes, her characters take on a life of their own, and she shares their fears and agonies on the road to self-discovery and love.
Still annoyed with herself for not having the backbone to stand up to the director and refuse this transfer, even if it was only a temporary one, Lilith Munroe stepped into crowded Terminal B at Logan Airport, grateful to finally breathe something other than the plane’s stale recycled air and that overblown windbag’s cheap cologne. Why people maintained flying was a great way to travel was beyond her. Even in business class, and she’d paid the additional fare out of her own pocket, she’d been crowded into the corner of her seat by a man who should have paid for two seats instead of one. That he’d hit on her had only made things worse. He’d better not hold his breath waiting for her to call him the next time she was in Washington. On top of that, the damn plane had been hotter than hell. Air conditioning, my ass.
What was the worst the director could’ve done? Demote her? Fire her? Either of those might’ve been the better option, but she had to stay where she was, needed access to all of those government databases. Why this “promotion” now? She didn’t want it, hadn’t asked for it, and apparently didn’t have a say in it either.
For five years, she’d managed to avoid anything to do with cults and fieldwork, preferring the security of her cubicle and using her computer skills to provide others with the information they needed to solve the most vicious crimes. Now, she was being forced into what potentially could be the biggest cult case of the century because of a skill set she’d hoped everyone had forgotten.
The Harvester. For months, the elusive killer, the charismatic leader of a cult, had terrorized the Boston area before disappearing with his followers, leaving several bodies in his wake. As much as she avoided reading about such cases, this one had affected the FBI itself, and it had been the topic of conversation around the cooler for weeks.
Swallowing her frustration and hitching the carry-on bag higher on her shoulder, Lilith looked around the arrivals area, searching for the signs indicating where she’d find the rest of her luggage. She’d taken no more than twenty steps when she came nose to chest with a behemoth blocking her path. Knowing her gun was in her bag didn’t help since she couldn’t pull it out and tell him to back off. Swallowing her fear, she moved to the right to step around him.
He put out his hand and gripped her shoulder, holding her in place.
“Yes,” she answered, staring pointedly at the offending hand, trying to hide the panic threatening to engulf her. “Release me, now.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Detective Rob Halliday at your service,” he said, removing his hand and extending it. “Welcome to Boston. Agent Clark sent me. The director described you quite well if you’re wondering how I recognized you.”
Damn. She smiled awkwardly, wishing the floor would open up and swallow her. It could’ve been worse. I might’ve screamed or attacked the guy. This was a mistake. The sooner she got back to the safety of Quantico, the better.