Meet My Character Week – Lexa Greene – Guest Post by Rebecca Tran #Paranormal #werewolves #dragons #fantasy

An Interview with Lexa Greene by Rebecca Tran

Hunted (Dragons of the South Book 1) by [Rebecca Tran]

The variety of people I interview never ceases to amaze me. Recently I was in Arizona on a business trip. My producer called and asked me to interview a friend of her mother’s. She assured me there would be a story. I was expecting an older woman, that’s not what walked through my door.

“Hi I’m Alexis Greene, you can call me Lexa. Sarah asked me to come in for an interview.” Lexa said politely as she stepped into my room. She was about my height with caramel skin, deep brown curly hair, and large brown eyes. She wore leggings and a blouse that fell off one shoulder. Underneath was a large dragon tattoo. Lexa straightened her top, but part of the head remained visible.

I offered her a seat in the only other chair in my small hotel room as I got situated. “So, Lexa can you tell me a little about yourself?”

“Well like I said, I’m Lexa Greene. I’m a werewolf and my mate is Hunter Silver a dragon and the Enforcer for the Southern Territory. We haven’t been mated very long. Of course I haven’t been out of the witches cage very long either.” Lexa told me like all of it was common knowledge.

It took me a moment to process what she said. Werewolves, dragons, and witches all in one sentence was enough to make your head explode. I didn’t know if I should believe her or laugh. Although, whether true or not, my last interview with Hayden North who claimed to be a dragon was one of my most popular. I took a deep breath and started the interview.

“It certainly sounds like you’ve had an amazing life. I see why Sarah asked you to come by.” I smiled at her, “Would you say Hunter is the love of your life then?”

“Hunter is my life now. You can’t imagine what it means to have a mate until you do. Even as a wolf I didn’t truly understand. He was made for me and the sex… well” She smirked, “everyone should be so lucky.”

“What quality do you like most in a man?” I asked her. It was always interesting to hear what people found attractive in their loved ones.

Lexa didn’t pause yet the answer she gave surprised me. “Honesty, and integrity.” Lexa must have sensed my surprise because she went on. “Hunter is handsome, strong and very capable. But I can get that anywhere and I can take care of myself. It was his personal code that got me. When he gives his word he stands by it. If he can’t it nearly kills him. After being hurt before that’s pretty important.”

“If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?” I asked her.

Lexa looked troubled. There was a tear in her eye when she answered. “It’s not fair to him. We aren’t equals. I’m not as strong as he is and in the territory he constantly has to protect me. If I could I would be stronger for him.” Lexa swiped at the tear as she looked away pulling herself together.

“What is your greatest regret?” I asked her hoping I wouldn’t make her sad again.

Lexa actually growled which made me jump “I regret not killing the witch that held me captive personally. He kept me there far too long.”

 Her eyes were an eerie golden color and a million miles away.  I had to change subjects before things got out of hand. “On a lighter note; what is your biggest extravagance?”  I asked quickly.

Lexa’s eyes warmed then darkened once more. My doubts about her being fully human were starting to fade.  She smiled again, “My double chocolate caramel cake. I love to make it. Hunter and I could eat the whole thing in one sitting if we don’t watch it. He says I’ll make him fat, but really a fat dragon?” Lexa shook her head giggling slightly at the thought.

“Is there a word or phrase that you use too much?” I asked trying to get things moving again.

“Yes, oh… yes, yes,” Lexa moaned then she laughed some more.

I sighed trying not to think about what she was insinuating. “Alright Lexa, last question. Is there one skill or hobby you’d like to learn?”

“I would love to learn how to sing. My wolf can do it so beautifully, but I sound like crap. Hunter swears I sound like a cat in heat. It really could come in handy in the future.” Lexa looked perfectly innocent. I wondered if she was being serious or somehow referring to her previous answer.

“Well thank you Lexa that’s all I need.” She stood as I did and shook my hand. “By the way how do you know Sarah?”

“Her mother’s friend Rachel and I went to culinary school together. I heard she opened her own restaurant and is doing quite well.” I stared at her openly now. I met Rachel a time or two she was in her early fifties. She went to culinary school over 20 years ago. Lexa still looked like she just graduated.

There was a knock on the door distracting me. “That would be Hunter, was there anything else?” Lexa asked.

“No sorry, thanks again.” I walked her to the door and opened it. Waiting patiently outside was what looked like a male model. Hunter was over six feet tall with blonde hair and moss green eyes. I understood Lexa’s amusement about a fat dragon now. Every inch of Hunter’s exposed flesh was covered in muscle. He didn’t pay attention to me though. All he saw was Lexa. He wrapped his arm around her and said a polite hello and goodbye to me before they left. I closed the door wondering where I could meet a dragon. Then I caught myself. When did I start believing in dragons or werewolves?

Title:  Hunted: Dragons of the South  (Book 1)

Author: Rebecca Tran

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Hunted (Dragons of the South)

Book Blurb:

Hunter Silver was sent to Arizona to clean up the Southern Territory as their new Enforcer. After nearly a year on the job, things are finally falling into place. Life was ideal. That is until a starved female werewolf wanders into his life. Hunter’s dragon says mine before it ever meets Lexa. This has trouble written all over it. Can Hunter save the territory and Lexa or will he be forced to choose?

After waking up in a cage, Lexa Greene runs as far as she can before nearly collapsing from exhaustion. With her memory gone Lexa has no choice but to trust a handsome stranger. Lexa’s wolf wants Hunter before her human half ever realizes what she is. But Lexa can’t start anything until she’s pieced her life back together, or can she? Will Lexa risk it all for a chance at love or will she run again?

 

Excerpt:

Lexa watched Hunter across the table. She couldn’t take her eyes off him actually. Surely she’d met handsome men before. Why was the attraction to Hunter so strong? She wanted to hold his hand. Feel his skin on hers. Have his hands all over her. Taste his lips. Lexa felt the heat build between her thighs and tried to think about something else.

Lexa asked Hunter about the territories hoping to distract herself. He explained that there were four territories: north, south, east and west. Asher stayed in the east, his brother Chase the North, Mac was here in South and Jacob lead the west. Asher oversaw all the territories though, none of them would challenge him. Then there was Zachary Lee. He led the Asian dragons in the states. He only recently formed an alliance with Asher. Much to his chagrin, his daughter mated one of the northern dragons. Zachary’s daughter and her mate were responsible for killing the witch holding her.

Lexa still wanted to know why she was being held. What purpose it served. Hunter wouldn’t tell her though. He said he didn’t want to spoil the evening. Lexa didn’t either. She let the subject drop. It was the same reason she wasn’t asking about the wolves. Lexa knew she was supposed to be one of them, yet she knew nothing about them. All she felt was fear and anger when she thought about it. A low growl formed in her throat. She caught herself and looked up at Hunter. He only asked if something was bothering her. Lexa waved it off.

Hunter reached across the table and took Lexa’s hand. It was supposed to be comforting. Instead, his touch was electric. Lexa was thinking about things she shouldn’t again and pulled her hand back with a smile for him.

After dinner, it was still early. Hunter suggested a movie and Lexa was relieved. She wasn’t sure if she trusted herself to spend time with him alone at his house. Public places were a much safer option. Hunter drove them to an older theatre just outside town. She was a little overdressed but who cared. Women watched Hunter. It annoyed her. Couldn’t they see he was on a date? The growl was starting again, and Lexa swallowed it down. ‘He is ours.’ Lexa looked around for the source of the voice. She heard someone laugh.

“Something wrong?” Hunter asked her.

“Did you hear that?” Lexa whispered up to him. Hunter said he didn’t.

Only you can hear me, Lexa.’

Lexa jumped. Hunter pulled her close worried. “Why?”

I am your wolf, and Hunter is ours.’

“Shit,” Hunter looked down at her worried. “I thought maybe, just maybe you were wrong about me. But, no. I have some voice claiming she’s my wolf talking to me.” Lexa explained. Hunter chuckled. She smacked his chest. “It’s not funny.”

“At least she talks. Chase’s dragon is wicked smart, yet he refuses to speak. Well, he did until he took a human mate.” Hunter told her.

He paid for the tickets and walked Lexa to the concession line. “You talk about them like they are people,” Lexa remarked.

“They aren’t animals even though we call them our beasts. They are intelligent creatures. Each has their own personality and desires. They think, dream, love and feel sorrow. You’ll understand once you get to know your wolf.” Hunter assured her as they found their seats.

Lexa thought she wanted to see the movie. She paid attention for the first half. Then Hunter took her hand in his, and his thumb drew circles absently on her skin. It sent tingles up her arm. She cuddled in close resting her head on his shoulder. Hunter wrapped an arm around her. She could smell him. The delicious scent made the desire worse.

Hunter must have had the same problem. He bent down and kissed Lexa. She offered her tongue. Hunter’s lips parted for her as his arms pulled her closer. Lexa’s hands roved over the taut muscles under his cotton button up. She loved the feeling of him. He was strong, solid, and covered in muscle everywhere she touched. At that moment Hunter was letting her touch a lot of him.

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Hunter loved kissing Lexa. It was unlike any other woman. She knew exactly how to tease his tongue with hers. When to tug on his lips. Where to put her hands. How he didn’t know, and he really didn’t care. If he didn’t stop soon though a whole theatre of people was going to get a show that wasn’t meant for public audiences.

Hunter pulled away, and Lexa pulled him back. Her hand pulled his hair just hard enough to prove she meant business. Hunter smiled against her lips. He was so turned on right now it was uncomfortable. She was worth it though. Hunter would let Lexa tease him any day. Her hand ran up his inner thigh. Hunter had to stop her now. He pulled away and resisted when she tried to start again.

Lexa was breathing heavy, and he smelled her desire clear as day even with the butter on the popcorn permeating his nose. She probably smelled his desire too, and it was urging her on. He leaned over and whispered in her ear asking if she wanted to go or stay. Even in the dim light, Hunter saw her cheeks flare red. Lexa said stay her wolf said go. Until they were on the same page, nothing was going to happen.

Hunter took her hand again and watched the movie. She let their hands rest in her lap for most of the movie. Occasionally, though she would move it to his and snuggle in close for a bit. Then she’d snatch a kiss and retreat to her side of the armrest. Hunter didn’t mind. He’d wait for Lexa as long as he needed to.

 

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Author Biography: I am a mother, author and blogger. I love all things fantasy and sci-fi, throw in a little romance and I’m hooked. I have two little girls and two dogs, so that makes four kids. I am the nerdiest of nerds who can’t choose between Star Wars, and Star Trek. I still think its funny that it took a whole team of Avengers to save the planet when Dr Who just needs his sonic. And for those who don’t know Anime is not cartoons for grown-ups. If you want to learn more about me or my work visit my website https://rttranbooks.net

 

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Meet My Character Week – Jack #Horror #HistoricalFiction

Who are you? (Give a brief description of yourself). I am Jack, I seek to clean up the once noble streets, deal with the vice and the stain on our glorious empire.

How did you find yourself in your current predicament/on your current adventure? My adventure? I suppose it is. I avenge my brother, I avenge those who have fallen to the pox. I do it for her – the shining icon of decency and family life. She whose character is unstained.

Who are your companions? I have none, except the beast and the blade.

What is your moral code? How does it compare with the general moral code of your area?  You mean the whores, the drunkards, the gamblers and the dens of vice? I come to solve the problems of the streetwalkers and their filth. I serve the common good. I serve in her name.

How many crimes have you committed? Five or five hundred – it matters not.

How do you think others see you? They fear me. My reign of terror has them cowering but still some ply their trade. I hear the cry of the newsboy on the corner when my night’s work is done, and the beast laughs. I want them to fear the blade in the night. I want them to smell the blood.

Do you see yourself as a ‘good’ person? I kill the tainted, the corrupt and the wicked. I serve the empire, I serve her.

What is your greatest achievement? The Double Event – two in one night!

If you could live your life again would you make the same choices? Of course

Do you have any dirty secrets? You have no idea!

Why should we read about your adventures? I will be a legend, a myth. I will disappear and yet my name will live forever.

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Author – A. L. Butcher

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The year is 1888, and the place is Whitechapel, in the very heart of London. But the heart is bleeding. A mysterious killer is stalking women of the streets – his true name is unknown, but his legend will go down in history. This is a short tale of Jack the Ripper.

18 rated for scenes of violence.

 

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Meet my Character Week – Talfor Var #Fantasy

Who are you? I am Lord Talfor Var. I am son to Shaman Kherak Var and Hirik Lord of the Var forces. I command the Hirik – the shape-changers you would say – and the non-Hirik warriors of the Trollkind in the community of Varris.

I speak your Common Tongue but not frequently and so my words seem strange to you.

Tell us a little about your world. Trollkind live in Erana, and my tribe live on Helmerri Plateau among Jagged Peak Mountains. My kind tend to avoid the human cities – they think us barbarians because our ways are different. All trolls have some magic – some be Shaman, or Priestess, or Hirik Lord, and some be craftswoman, or warrior, or Past-seer, or storyteller. Magic is forbidden in Erana – the Order of Witch-Hunters forbid it and will kill user of magic if they catch him.

Trollkind keep to the mountains and the rugged places and our ways. We trade with other tribes and humans for what we cannot produce ourselves. Witch-Hunter – he tends not to bother Trollkind in their towns – he does not like fighting large bears, and strong women. He prefers the weak and the cowed. Yet the Witch-Hunters will come sooner or later – this we know.

How did you find yourself in your current predicament/on your current adventure? My mother is Shaman of our tribe – to you that would be Sorcerer-Queen. She is seer, guide, mother, warrior, healer, and adviser. The human lord Archos of Tremellic came to us for aid. He is father to my sister, Mirandra – our Shamania– and once mate of my mother. He came seeking advice and guidance to retrieve a magic necklace from abandoned temple in our domain. Is dangerous place – full of ghosts and monsters. Temple of the Sky has not been used for many years. The route is treacherous, and humans and elves would not find it alone.

Mother has seen War Which Will Come, and darkness over the land – she knows Archos has a part to play in how it ends. Who will be the victor? That we do not know. Mother said ‘All paths lead to war’ and the Trollkind will not shirk from duty or combat.

Who are your companions? Mir’Rillith – Lord Archos – the Sorcerer Lord from the human valley in the hills; his elven mate – the Lady Dii’Athella, Olek and Ozena of the Elfkind, the human Marden – a warrior, and his elven scholar who has many secrets.

How many crimes have you committed? Troll Lord would not commit crime, it is dishonourable. We have no need to steal. I have killed in combat but not through rage or passion.

The Witch-Hunters who run the human and elven lands would say I am user of magic, son of magic, protector of magic and declare me outlaw.

In my community I am respected and honourable; in Witch-Hunter law I am criminal.

What trait do you prize most highly in others? Why? Honour and courage, selflessness. Without honour a person falls to weakness. Honour may be to Shaman, or his lord, or her kin, or his land, for example. If one cannot offer others kindness and help then one cannot expect same in return.

What trait do you abhor most in yourself or others? Cowardice. Preying on the weak and harming children.

Would you die for those you love? Would you kill for them? – Yes. I am sworn to protect my Shaman, my Shamania and those I serve.

Do you believe in a god/s? Ethnii’a the Goddess of the Sky blesses us. There are gods and magical creatures all around us – if we honour them as is due they may help us.

Do you believe in magic? What a foolish question. Of course.

Why should we read about your adventures? We go to find a stolen item, we go to seek a long lost city. We go to free the land from a curse.

 

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Author’s name: A. L. Butcher

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The Shining Citadel – The Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles – Book II

Who rules in this game of intrigue where magic is forbidden, and elves enslaved? Journey where beliefs shatter like glass, truth is unwelcome and monsters from ancient times abound: share the romance and revenge, magic and passion, and the wages of greed in a world of darkest fantasy.

(18 rated)

 

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The Stolen Tower – the Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles – Book III

What stalks the land cannot be  but is.

Where magic is outlawed a troll Shaman calls from her deathbed to her heiress, Mirandra Var, daughter of the storm. Mirandra vows to find her missing kin, sort friend from foe, and claim the dangerous secrets guarded by unthinkable creatures. If she succeeds, she will become the leader of her tribe. If she fails, there will be no tribe to lead.

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Meet my Character Week – Father Vincent Paul #Fantasy #Paranormal #Meetmycharacter

CHARACTER’S NAME: Birth name Sebastian – but I go by Father Vincent Paul now.

–Who are you? (Give a brief description of yourself) I am a Catholic priest.

–Tell us a little about your world I live in South Dakota, out in the middle of nowhere. I shepherd several parish churches, the small kind that attract photographers from the big cities, looking for images of better days. I wouldn’t know what days those were, however.

–Does your world/area have different races/people? Do they get on? They seem to, but they do not. Several tribes of Dakota Sioux live nearby. I minister to them, but many of them do not attend services. There is a dam being built where their homes currently stand, and they are being flooded out. I can’t blame them for not having a properly Christian attitude, although it disappoints me. There are Franciscan monks who run a nearby Indian school, where the children are sent to learn how to integrate with White society. I don’t think either set of those folks get on, either. And then there are the local farmers. No, all in all, I would say that despite an appearance of peace and quiet, nobody gets on, as you say.

–How do you think others see you? I hope they think I’m a good priest, humble, and with a sense of humor that defrays hot tempers. But I doubt it.

–Are you a likeable person? In my heart, I know I am not.

–Do you see yourself as a ‘good’ person? Some days I do. Those are the days I generally disappoint myself.

–If you could live your life again would you make the same choices? I would not. I would have married the nun that I fell in love with while I was in seminary, and turned aside from my vows. Then perhaps I would have been elsewhere when tragedy struck.

–Tell us about your family. I could speak for days of them and still not explain enough. I suppose you could call us the royalty of the prairie. My father holds himself as such, in his heart of hearts. There are nine of us children, all but the youngest, Jerome, a grown man. Of the three of us nearest in age, there is myself, a priest; Aloysius, a rancher, and Theodore, another rancher. If I am a clever man, then Aloysius is a charming one. Theodore is the strongest. We are all three of us caught between integrity and the way things are done.

–How does your society deal with those on the edges? Do you approve of this? With drowning their homes under a hundred feet of water, apparently. No, I do not approve.

–Do you believe in magic? Sadly, I do. I was curious when I shouldn’t have been, and read a book I should not.

–Why should we read about your adventures? So that you can avoid making the same sad mistakes yourselves.

Author’s name DeAnna Knippling

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Meet My Character Week – Justin the Wizard #Fantasy #Meetmycharacter

Author’s name:  J. K. Lutes

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CHARACTER’S NAME:  Justin

Who are you? (Give a brief description of yourself)

I am a White Wizard, so I have mastered the four elements and I can command plants, animals, magical creatures, and dragons.  A dragon sired one of my ancestors, so I also possess Dragon Magic, so I can use the breath weapon of a dragon.  I have already mastered breathing fire, ice, and lightning.  I can also smell gold, become invisible, and transform myself into an elemental cloud.

How did you find yourself in your current predicament/on your current adventure?

My father told me stories every night before I fell asleep, and my favorite story of them all was about the fall of our ancestor’s ancient city.  The fall of the city was awful, but it was my ancestor who led the survivors to safety and founded their new home.  I heard the story one last time on the day I faced the trials to see what sort of magic I would learn.  When I finished my training, I traveled back to the ancient city to recover magical weapons that were lost during the attack.  Not only will I have to face the creatures that now inhabit the city, but the journey to get there is filled with perils of its own.

Who are your companions?

My friend, Grace, accompanied me on my journey, so that she could summon animals to scout the city for us.  Alyssa, the wizard who taught me plant magic, has come along to recover an ancient crown lost by the faeries during the fall of the city.  Lauren, the wizard who taught me gold magic, has come along to recover a dragon lance lost by her most famous ancestor.  And finally, Niall, another White Wizard, has come along to recover Cumhacht, the sword of power.

What is the government structure of your world? Are you happy with this or do you strive to change the status quo?

My city is ruled by a council of wizards, one wizard from each of the wizard sects of my city.  While they seem to have the best interest of the city at heart, they seek personal fame and recognition.  They are also stuck in the past and refuse to allow my people to grow beyond their current constraints for fear that they will lose their power and influence.

Do you have a mentor? Tell us about them.

My mentor is Riordan, and he is a White Wizard.  He is a distant cousin of mine and both of our families descend from Lucinor, one of the most famous White Wizards in the history of my people.

What trait do you abhor most in yourself or others?

            During the planning stage of our quest, a wizard who should have accompanied us sought riches rather than help.  And while on my adventure, I noticed that one of my companions was willing to put his own needs above the needs of everyone else.  His selfishness could have led to our capture, or worse, our demise.  Selfishness is the trait that I most abhor.

Tell us about your family.

My father, Jerome, is a Red Wizard.  He can control fire, but unlike most other Reds, he can also control air.  He is the Master of the Great Forge and the weapons that he produces are prized above all others.   My mother was a Gold Wizard, so she could control dragons, but she disappeared when I was twelve.

How does your society deal with those on the edges? Do you approve of this?

My city recognizes nine types of Wizards.  Red Wizards control fire, Blues control water, Greys control air, Blacks control the earth, Greens control plants, Browns control animals, Silvers control most magical animals, and Golds control dragons.  White Wizards possess the ability to use all eight of the basic types of magic.  Within the last hundred years some wizards have found that they possess the ability to use more than one of the basic forms of magic, but not all eight.  Those wizards have been labeled anomalies and have been encouraged not to use more than one type of magic.  I do not approve of this practice; I believe that a wizard should explore all of his or her powers and expand their knowledge as much as possible.

Do you have a best friend/worst enemy?

My best friend is Grace, she is a Brown Wizard, which means she can control the animals of this world.  She is following in the footsteps of her mother, who passed along her love of animals.  She has two animal companions:  a golden eagle named Spiorad (Spirit), and a mongoose named Diabhal (Devil).

 

Do you believe in magic?

Of course I believe in magic, I have used it most of my life.  From an early age I was able to cast spells that most other students could not.  An older student gave me a spell to polymorph inanimate objects, and I got in trouble when I scared my mother by transforming a stick into a snake.

 

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Meet My Character Week – Kaine Martin – #Suspense #Paranormal

CHARACTER’S NAME: Kaine Martin

  1. Who are you? (Give a brief description of yourself)

Hello, my name is Kaine, and I’m an anthropologist. Rarely people notice me, mostly because I don’t like to be in the spotlight.

I’m very shy, and I’m never confident about whether people might like me or not. This side of my character leads me generally to be mistaken for a person who gets above himself, as it happened with Nora, one of my colleagues.

  1. Who are your companions?

Well, first of all, there is Mark. He’s the other side of my sky, the man I love with all my strengths.

He’s completely different from me, self-confident, charming, and sexy as hell. The typical guy who’s always in the spotlight.

We complete each other, and I believe we were just meant to be together.

Then, there is Jason Murdock. He is an anthropologist who was trying to track an elusive and mysterious tribe in Africa. Eight years ago, he was considered missing, until one day, I received an email from him. That message changed my life forever, giving me a precious lead to continue his research and be the one to bring the tribe to the spotlight.

 

  1. Do you have a mentor? Tell us about them.

From the time I reached Jason to Africa, my life reached a sudden turn, and with so many things going the wrong way, I ended up into a curse.

Yes, I know it sounds crazy, and sometimes I find it also hard to believe it myself, but it’s true.

The most important mentor has been also my tormentor, the high priestess Akuna-Ra.

She helped me to release my inner power to communicate with the entities of the underworld, and opened my eyes to a brand-new vision of the Universe.

You won’t believe its complexity, not at least until you start to see the reality from a completely different perspective.

 

  1. If you could live your life again would you make the same choices?

Absolutely, because even the wrong one, the one that cursed me, turned out to be a blessing.

  1. What is the hardest choice you’ve had to make in the course of your adventures? What was the easiest?

The hardest choice was perhaps leaving for an undefined period to search the tribe in Africa.

I just started my relationship with Mark, and I was afraid this long period away from each other could undermine our future together.

The easiest choice was choosing to remain in Africa, and propose Mark to move there with me.

If you are going to read about my adventure, I’m sure you will also be tempted to leave everything behind.

 

  1. Would you die for those you love? Would you kill for them?

I don’t believe in violence, and I don’t believe that dying for someone I love would make things easy. They will mourn my absence and the pain would be unbearable.

I would rather try to solve every situation in a less dramatic way.

The same is for killing; there must be a better way than to kill or be killed by someone.

Maybe I might summon the forces of the underworld.

 

  1. Have you ever loved/been loved?

Yes, I love, and also I am loved.

I fell in love with many guys before, but only Mark made me feel special.

You know, when everybody started to believe I was dead, he ran to Africa even to bring back my corpse. He’d never accept my death without having the certainty.

 

  1. Tell us about your family.

Unfortunately, there isn’t much to be said.

I was raised by my mother alone, and I don’t have any siblings.

My father died shortly after I was born, and I have no memory of him. Many times, I fantasize about how it would have been to have him close to me.

I wonder about what kind of person he was and whether he’d been proud of me like my mother was.

Mom has been for me more than just family, she supported me, and even after her death, she returned as a ghost to help me make the right decision, guiding me to the right path. She also tried to guide Mark when he didn’t know where to search for me.

 

  1. Do you believe in magic?

Of course, I do! My whole life revolves between this world and the underworld. Without magic, I could never keep the balance between them, and believe me, it’s a hard job!

  1. Why should we read about your adventure?

Because it’s so crazy that sometimes I also feel impossible that things like that could happen, particularly to me.

Before this adventure started, I never considered magic being something real.

It was just mumbo-jumbo, something that shamans used because they didn’t have scientific knowledge. Only now, I understand how wrong I was, and I thank Akuna-Ra for introducing me to magic and release those dormant powers in me.

Therefore, if you think magic doesn’t exist, this is a book to open your eyes and entertain you with a fascinating new point of view.

If you, instead, believe in magic, this is going to be a compelling read to find out something more about it.

Together with this, you will discover the powerful beauty of the African Rainforest and the amazing people living around it.

So, what are you waiting for? Come to find me there, I’ll be waiting between one spell and another, trying to stay alive.

 

Mandatory info (author):

Paula J. Mann lives a double life. She is a geologist by day and a novelist by night. She’s best known for writing psychological thrillers and dramas, like ‘A Tale of a Rough Diamond.’
She also writes historical fiction, like the Amazon.co.uk best-selling Aquila et Noctua, and paranormal suspense.
She loves traveling and shares her experiences on her blog:

Author’s name: P. J. Mann

Link to book or books where this character appears:

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Website/Blog/Facebook/Twitter page

Blog: http://paperpenandinkwell.blogspot.com.
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/paperpenandinkwell
Website https://pjmannauthor.com
twitter: https://twitter.com/PjMann2016

*Optional – short piece on why you chose to showcase this character and what draws you to him/her/it/them. Is there a basis in reality for this character – for example.

I chose this character and this particular book because there’s a lot about the places I visited, and for which I fell in love.

Africa is a very diverse continent, and every country has its peculiar beauties that draw me there. Kaine is a bit like me, shy and introverted, although I don’t have any special mediumistic power, I’m attracted by everything belonging to magic rites and supernatural forces.

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Dirty Dozen Character Interview – Nicodemus Etalo – Sci-fi

Name: Nicodemus Etalo: Please, call me Nick.

1) Tell us about yourself.

Well. I have an older sister and younger brother.  My parents are no longer together.  I work for the Trintaty Military.  I work with a team to rescue people who’ve been taken by the scum of the universe.  I get aboard the ship and defeat whoever thinks they have a right to make people do things against their will, and then we get the survivors back to our ship and help them get their lives back.

2) How did you end up in the situation you’re currently in?

We had intercepted a Krutan ship to rescue those whom it was holding prisoner.  When I found the Krutan, I also found a woman in a room with him.  He threw her across the room, and she hit the ceiling, which subsequently fell on top of her.  I rescued the woman, Zehána, and we blew up the ship.  It should have been over at that point, however it was just the beginning.
3) Do you have any regrets?

No way.  Zehána had endured more torture than any of the people I had helped rescue so far.  That alone stands that I made the right choice.
4) Is your life now as you envisioned it?  If not, then why?

Absolutely not.  Twice, I had envisioned the rest of my life a certain way and neither time I was right.  The first vision I had wasn’t a positive one.  I was a young child, I didn’t realize I had an option of how I was supposed to live, so I thought I’d always live my life with this… broken heart so to speak.   You know that heavy feeling you get when you’re not living the life you were meant for.  With my mother having once been in the Trinataty military, we lived a good life, had lots of things – whatever we wanted and then some.  However, I learned the hard way that we were not allowed to help others.   I had researched about the Trinitaty Military when I was older, and I left home the moment I could because I did not want to live that life.

The second time was when I met Zehána.  I had been serving the Military for a long time, and I had it down to a science.  Find the scum of the universe, rescue the people, get them home or to base, and then on to the next ship of universal filth.  It was the perfect life for me.  I lived and breathed my job.  However, the day I rescued Zehána everything changed.  I had convinced myself it was because of the circumstances I had found her in, and then she was not treated like the other survivors.  My need to protect her became above and beyond what was normal, especially for me.  Nothing in my wildest dreams prepared me for what came next.

5) Do you believe in monsters?

I certainly do.  Working for the Trinitaty Military, I have seen my fair share.  It’s why I continue to do what I do.

6) Do you have a moral code?

Yes.  I’m usually a good soldier, I do what is expected of me.  Unless I feel that it isn’t the right thing to do.  As I told my friend, Connor, “Sometimes you have to think for yourself, question the motives of your superior.  Sometimes you have to break the rules to do the right thing.”

7) Would you die for someone you love?

That’s an easy question since death is always a possibility when you’re saving people from monsters.  I wouldn’t even bat an eye.

8)  Who is your greatest enemy? 

Before this particular adventure, I don’t think I would have known the answer.  However, the Krutan, whom Zehána calls “the beast”, has definitely showed me what a real enemy looks like.  Highly intelligent, calculating, and patient.

9) Tell us about your family?

My mother disappeared after I left home, although I’ve heard rumors that she went back to work for the Trintaty Military.  We are not close in any way.  My father still lives on Zynast, the planet I’m from, but we don’t keep in touch.  I have a younger brother who is a mediator for the Trintaty Military, whom I see from time to time, and my older sister… well, she’s been through a lot.   She works at the base so I see her every time I come home.

10) How would you describe yourself?

An average guy who wants to do the right thing.  I suppose you could consider me a workaholic, but honestly, I just love my job.  Being able to save people who have been kidnapped from their homes, feels good.  I’m a little stubborn which sometimes gets me in trouble, but I always think things through.

11) How do others see you?

I suppose it depends on who you talk to. Martin, the captain of the ship I travel on, thinks I’m a pain in the as— butt, however, he knows that I am very good at my job – which allows him to bask in the glory of a skilled team.  My friend Connor gets annoyed with what he sees as my lack of respect for the rules and stubbornness, but he knows I’m an intelligent guy, trying to do good in the universe.  My sister sees me as a hero, but she thinks I can be difficult at times, and maybe a bit overprotective.  And Zehána, she sees me as someone she can trust, and honestly that’s good enough for me.

22) Do you think you will be successful in your quest?

I sure hope so, because Zehána’s life is in my hands.  And this is one point in my life I do not want to fail.

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Amanda Schmidt – Nick’s creator can be found here

Links:

Blog: It all started with a dream…: https://amandaschmidt09.blogspot.com
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/amandaschmidt09/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AmandaSchimdtFans/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/AmandaSchmidt09

 

A Day in the Life of… Johann Conrad Dippel #Meetacharacter #Bundles #Frankenstein

A Day in the Life of Johann Conrad Dippel (the real-life inspiration for Dr. Frankenstein)

(As told to DeAnna Knippling)

*Who are you?

Tell us about an average day in your life. I am an investigator of great renown, among those who study the chemical and esoteric elements.  My patron is Conrad Reiz, Baron Frankenstein.  Although he does not live in the castle here, he highly values my work.  Not many people have the intelligence needed to do so.  As far as what I do on any given day, it should be enough for you to know that I have the most rigorous practices, and do not stoop to equivocate my results.

Are you a lark or a night owl? I am a man, and do what it is necessary for men to do, regardless of the hour.

Do you have your own dwelling? If so, do you own servants? I am honored to be a guest of Baron Frankenstein, who maintains the castle and its grounds. I have had the occasional assistant, but none who please me.

How do you think your ‘average’ day compares to other people’s? I understand that most people find themselves crushed, both mentally and physically, under the weight of their daily tasks, taking no pleasure and only the barest sustenance from them. Most people are animals, unworthy of better.

Give us a brief rundown of your day from when you wake to when you sleep. Your inquisitiveness is unseemly.

Do you court danger?  I certainly do not cower before it.  I have encountered many dangers, in experimenting with chemicals as I have.  But with fortitude, intelligence, and care, those dangers can be made more or less negligible.

Do you think your life is fulfilling? What, in your opinion, ought it fulfill?  I am not a superstitious man and do not believe in prophecies or the like.

If you had the choice what would you change in your daily life? I would wish for a servant of the greatest strength and obedient loyalty, who understood the principles, if not of my work entire, then at least those of chemical reactions, and in preventing injury. His appearance would be of no consequence. I would employ a demon or an ape, if I could only find reliable assistance.

Tell us a little about your home/environment/land – how does this reflect on your day to day life? I was born here, at the castle, and was educated by the baron.  The Oldenwald, or “old-wood,” is a superstitious area, with many legends of witches, hauntings, and curses.  All nonsense, of course. But I find that the peasants’ superstitions have both assisted me, by keeping the curious at bay, and hindered me, by preventing me from obtaining skilled help and the materials I need.  I will admit to having played tricks upon the peasants from time to time.

Are you organised or chaotic? Does this annoy your family/companions? I am organized, in such a way that allows me to pursue inspiration and insight.  I believe my methods annoy everyone around me, but for Baron Frankenstein—although he is often away from the castle. My methods, however, are none of anyone else’s business, and should not be considered a matter deserving of pleasure or displeasure.  Those who live here in Baron Frankenstein’s absence have no right and no accurate means of judgment of my methods, and would be better off staying silent as the grave.

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Character Interview – Madam Giry – Tears and Crimson Velvet/Eclectica

Name: Madam Lise Giry

Which book/world do you live in? Tears and Crimson Velvet.

Tell us about yourself: I am a wardrobe mistress at the Opera House in Paris. I have been here many years – M. Giry died not many years after our marriage and the children from his first marriage ensured I was left with very little. I have a daughter – Meg – the only one of our children to survive and thus at first my life was hard.
How do you see your world? A friend, I suppose that is the correct term, arranged for my employment here. I have been seamstress, box-keeper, ballet mistress, and almost every role open to a woman in this grand establishment. I am eternally grateful to Erik, through his kindness my daughter has been educated, danced and we have had, if not a life of luxury then at least more comfortable than otherwise. Once I was an innocent girl with dreams. Now I am an old woman with arthritis, a heart that loved unwisely and memories of an angel in cage.

I have a kind benefactor – perhaps the greatest, but most unhappy and tragic of men. I could have a life so much worse.

What part do you play in this tale? This is my story, our story. The tragedy of the Phantom of the Opera is well known; the deaths, the disappearances, the music, the Opera Ghost. I knew the man behind them when we were both barely out of childhood. I suppose you might say I saved his life, and he changed mine.

Do you consider yourself a good person? I have tried to live a good life, a life to please God, and in that, I may have failed.

He could have left me to starve, or eke out my living in the slums, but he did not. He remembered me, and he repaid the debt he thought he had – and more. Women of my status and situation have very little on offer without a husband or money and I have seen many sell everything, including themselves. I could have, should have been one of those unfortunate women.

There was something about that young man, a caged songbird filled with despair, hatred and the most exquisite song, and marvellous tricks, even then. There is not another such as Erik, no do I believe there ever will. But that haunted, twisted face still appears in my dreams. An angel damned to wear the face of a monster and be shunned by man and god alike. I am not surprised he lived apart from men, and the tragedy of his misguided love happened. My heart broke that day. Now my friend is gone and the world is thus emptier.

Should I have told what I knew? Should I have turned in the man I suspected to be a murderer? Probably. Do I regret that I did not? No. Not for one single day. I should have told the authorities where he was, who he was and yet I perpetuated his legends and his secrets. Yet I have heard him sing, and seen the tragedy and the curse in his eyes. And I have been part of that curse.

Do you follow any religion? I was raised a Catholic. Do I still believe? I pray, but mostly it is out of habit. The prayers are hollow. I have seen, and been complicit in too much to believe I will be forgiven. Once I may have thought that, but many years have passed.
What is your favourite music? I love Opera – the glory of the human voice and the excitement. One cannot work here without that love.

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Three Questions With… Raoul Comte de Chagny #Phantom #Echoesofasong #Legacyofthemask

As part of the author/character features for 2019 I am starting 3 Questions With….

We get to meet, in brief characters or authors who answer only 3 questions, but have to bare their soul…

 

Three questions with…

Name: Comte Raoul De Chagny

Tell us a little about your life and story:

My life is one of riches and luxury, I should have everything money can buy. Yet I do not. I have an aching loneliness, sadness and my family is touched by a curse. I have three children – a son and heir, and two daughters – but I cannot love them, not truly as a father should. My wife Christine lies in the marble tomb yonder and my heart with her, but my soul belongs to a devil in a mask, who sang like an angel and entrapped us all. And I am ashamed of it. I could not save her, he was beyond saving and I surely cannot save myself.

I was a young man, wealthy and privileged, I married beneath my station and that choice brought death to my family, and left us semi-exiles. I loved Christine and was foolish enough to believe she loved me. But love is strange – there is the love of the heart, and then there is the love of the soul.  Love keeps us alive as it slowly kills us. I would have died for her,  — almost did — and her loss tears me apart. I know now I am not worthy of her love, and certainly not his pity or love. And so love and hate dance hand in hand and I can tell not one from the other these days.

The boy – Charles — looks through me, he is far more intelligent than either myself or his mother. I see nothing of myself in him, and he misbehaves. The girls grow more like their poor mother each day – and it breaks my heart. What lives will they have when I am gone? Who will take care of them? We are the last of the De Chagny’s in a world where the old nobility is long fallen. Once we had a name, now we have a curse.

Who is this nemesis?

Erik. I do not know his family name, if he even had one. I can’t tell you from where he came, or how. He is a ghost, a monster and an angel. I once believed he was just an unfortunate man – disfigured by God for his sins, but I am not sure now. He seemed so much more. Christine said he was the Angel of Music, and I believe her now. The  music – I still hear it in my dreams, oh God that music. No mortal man could surely sing and play as he could; such beauty from something so hideous.

Erik is dead. He died over a decade ago, yet I cannot escape him. I will never escape him whilst one of us lives. That terrible night he let us go – I thought myself the victor. I thought the loss of her would kill him, and surely it did – but this ghost of a man haunts me still, and I get no satisfaction in my gains and his loss. The world is poorer for his loss. For the songs never song and the notes never composed. Some nights I wonder if he ever existed, or if I do. It all seems so far away, and so bizarre – it must be a dream or the plot of one of the Operas we used to attend. Everything is as fragile as the painted canvas and as captivating as the arias. Nothing is real, yet on this stage which is my life it is all too real.

How do you see your future?

My mind plays tricks and my sleep is plagued by awful dreams. Laudanum is my solace and my vice. I hope to see my children grown but ever winter becomes harder to bear, every summer a little colder. I see the darkness and the mask which haunts me. I hear the music calling… the music always calls.

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Raoul was originally created by Gaston Leroux, he has been adapted in many forms and by many writers. My own tragic adaptation is here in Echoes of a Song.