The 51st Shade – Gray Interviewed by Chris McC

I was offered this opportunity to interview one of my characters…any of them, really.  Quite unique to interview your own creation, really…in a sense it is like interviewing your own child, just a bit wackier.

So, I first picked the coffee shop where I would do it.  I picked a quaint little place…no, not a chain…in an area of Toronto called Yorkdale.  Better I do it somewhere very public in case things go south.

The next part was whom I would invite to join me.  So many to choose from, and yet I knew immediately whom it had to be.  Having killed him off, it could only be Gray…

When he walked into the place, his hair and whiskers were their usual salt and pepper but a bit longer and scruffier.  His Levis were black and his black tee-shirt was tight enough to show off his muscular frame.  He sat down across the table from me and scanned around the room with concern to see if anyone was watching.  His blue eyes finally rested on me with a glare that would have cut through bricks…

Gray – Why could you not have chosen one of the women?  Dude, this is awkward.

Me – Nice to see you, too.  I figured you and I had not talked in a long time.  It has been more than a year now.  How have you been?

Gray – Dead, thanks to you.  How are you?

Me – I am good.  Still writing.

Gray – That is great to hear.  So why did you kill me off?  Now, don’t get me wrong, you killed me off while I was getting laid, and I can appreciate that…but why?

Me – It just seemed a good time for you to go.

Gray – And it was, but I didn’t want to go.

Me – So what have you been doing?

Gray – What do you think I’ve been doing?  I’ve been trying to figure a way out for you to resurrect me.

Me – Now why would I want to do that?

Gray – Dude, it’s me.

Me – What? Are you like Han Solo or something?

Gray – Yeah, only better.   I wish you’d send me back to Australia.  That was an awesome trip.

Me – That was the trip that you accidentally slept with the sister of the woman you traveled there to meet.

Gray – There’s no accidents, I tell ya.  Alex, my twin brother…you remember Alex, right?

Me – Of course.

Gray – He was so pissed off when he realized I got the wrong twin.  He was even more upset when he found out I got both of them.

Me – I bet.  What about the photo session?

Gray – Oh, man, I forgot about that one.  Takes some kind of lady’s man to get two gorgeous women to do a shoot like that.

Me – That or a wad of cash.

Gray – I just wish the blasted camera had worked…and that they hadn’t both left before I got undressed.

Me – Lady’s man?

Gray – Hey, I had a lot of gorgeous women.

Me – Yeah, I recall a blonde you met when you lost the bet.

Gray – She was envious, man.  She got one look at this naked physique and she wanted it.

Me – Even with the shrivel factor of sub-freezing temperatures.

Gray – I should have killed Grace for that.  That was bloody cold and unfair.

Me – Why did you not end up with Grace?

Gray – You killed me, remember?  She was awesome, though.  She really was not the type I ever expected to be with.  She always reminded me of Bailey from WKRP.  Was that who you had in mind for her?

Me – Not initially but she evolved that way.  She was missing the glasses, though.

Gray – Yeah, Bailey and Jennifer on that show were like an 80s version of Marianne and Ginger.  Grace was not the statuesque blonde I figured I should be with…but I did love her.  Just never realized it until…

Me – Until?

Gray – I guess I just didn’t see the end coming.  I was so busy thinking with my little head and ego that I missed the bigger picture.  Then you go all Joss Whedon on my ass and kill off a main character…you bastard.

Me – So if I were to resurrect you, what would you do differently this time?

Gray – For one, I would finish university.  Truth is picking up garbage might be great for the physique, but it really doesn’t do much for the image.  I always wanted to get into film production.

Me – That would be fantastic.

Gray – Yeah, like that other character you had.  Always wish you did a cross over story with me and that guy Director Jake.  I thought he was brilliant.

Me – Oh, so by film you mean…

Gray – I would love to shoot porn.

Me – Of course you would.  What would Grace think?

Gray – She’d never let me.  Truth is, I’d love it if you’d write her and I into a real romantic erotic piece.  That would be perfect.

Me – She’s really not the erotic type leading lady, though.

Gray – Dude, who are you kidding?  All your characters are flawed, and she would fit that perfectly.

Me – Perhaps she would.

Gray – Do me a favour though.

Me – What’s that?

Gray – If you do bring me back, don’t put me in any more stories with that chump Cliff.  He scares me with his dreams.

Me – No promises.

Gray – Is it odd that I have a Duncan Sheik tune in my head?

Me – Which one?

Gray – I’m not sure.  There is this line in it that goes: “We won’t say anything, we are ghosts, we just sing…”

Me – Great song, that one.  “Take a Bow” from his last album…oddly appropriate for you, speaking of flawed heroes.

Grey – Hero?  Not sure I’ve ever thought of myself that way.  I suppose if all of this has taught me anything it is that I should love…I should sing…

Me – That’s another line from the song, you dolt.

Grey – Oh, sorry…damn, this coffee is cold.  They don’t serve beer here, do they?


About the Author

“Stranded in Toronto” is a pen name used by Chris McC.  Chris is a third generation Canadian originally from Calgary, Alberta, Canada.  For the last 27 years, he has been living in the far west end of the Greater Toronto Area, known as Peel Region (go Steelheads!).  He is a divorced father of two daughters.  His job of selling wood (literally) is only meant to fund his nasty writing habit.  He has published short stories in erotica, science fiction and humour; as well as writing a weekly column on celebrity atheists.  Outside of the writing, his spare time is spent reading, playing with the daughters on PS3, and wandering the Twitterverse.  He also has an obscene music collection that centers on the works of Rush and the Foo Fighters which is usually turned up REALLY LOUD while the writing process is underway.

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Passionate Cook Sharon Kleve Shares a Romantic Menu

Besides writing, cooking is my passion and I spend a lot of time in my kitchen. A few years ago we remodeled it and now I have a large kitchen that inspires me to do even more.

A couple weeks before our sixteenth year wedding anniversary this year instead of going out I created a romantic dinner for two. We drank a couple glasses of chardonnay and looked longing into each other eyes. My husband says that’s cheaper than an upgrade on a diamond ring. Ha ah!

I thought I share the rest of the dinner menu, minus the looking into each other eyes; you’re on your own with that one.

Lip Smacking Pork Roulade is a main dish in the Passionate Cooks cook book. Below are the two side dishes I served with it.

New Red Potatoes with Parsley


  • 1 (1-pound) new red potatoes
  • 2 tablespoon olive oil
  • 1/4 cup balsamic vinegar
  • 1 bunch fresh parsley
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt
  • 1/4 teaspoon pepper


  1. Preheat oven to 400°.
  2. Wash and cut the new potatoes into quarters and dry.
  3. Put the olive oil, balsamic vinegar, and new potatoes in a bowl and toss.
  4. Add salt and pepper and toss again.
  5. Cover a cookie sheet with parchment paper and spread the potatoes in a single layer.
  6. Chop the bunch of parsley and set aside
  7. Bake at 400° for 30 minutes or until tender.
  8. Put alongside the Pork on a pretty platter and top with the parsley.

Sautéed Garlic Broccoli


  • 1 (1-pound) fresh, washed and dried broccoli
  • 4 tablespoon olive oil
  • 2 tablespoon of butter
  • 4 large finely chopped cloves of garlic
  • 1 lime
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt
  • 1/4 teaspoon pepper


  1. Preheat the olive oil and butter in a large non-stick pan
  2. Add the garlic and slowly soften it, but don’t burn it.
  3. Add the broccoli and sauté until tender.
  4. Add salt and pepper to taste.
  5. Cut the lime into quarters.

Put alongside the Pork on a pretty platter and top with lime juice.

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Book One, FLAMINGO BLUES, Available Now!

Book Two, BE MINE, Available Now!

Book Three, KLUTZY LOVE, Available Now!

Interview with Hephaestus by D. X. Luc

I quickly rush down to the hardware store, where our hero Hephaestus, waits for me. I’m hoping he doesn’t mind I’m a little late. Once inside, I realize I’m not dressed for a place filled with sawdust, holding back a sneeze. With a brush down of my dress, I look around and see a giant of a man waiting by one of the workbenches. He looks up and smiles, his lava colored eyes twinkling and he beckons me over.

 He offers me a handshake, goggles, and goes back to work. I clear my throat and hope he’s paying attention to my questions.

Me: So, hello Hephaestus.

Heph: *Doesn’t look up* Please, call me Heph.

Me: Okay then. Let’s begin with this first question. How did you like the way I told your story?

Heph: I have to say, I’m very pleased that the world now sees me as more than the “lame one”.

Me: I’m a handy gal myself and really do understand the value of working with my hands. Which, would you say, is your favorite tool?

Heph: Well of course, my Blacksmith’s hammer is my favorite. It is my symbol of power. But like you, I enjoy working with my hands. I’m very good with my hands.

Me:  * Blinks and swallows*Right then. I’m going to be honest here, you are huge. I have never seen such mass. What’s your secret?

Heph: No secret really. I’m just big. There is a need for largeness when working with heavy tools in the forge. Also, as the god of volcanoes, I’m usually bigger than the mountains I rule over. Makes sense. Do you think I’m proportionate?

Me: Oh yeah! You’re perfect. So, as the god of blacksmiths, who would you say was your favorite mortal to possess your skills?

Heph: Hmmm, there is only one that I can recall. Daedalus. I met him once, nice guy. A bit fixated on flying though.

Me: What’s your favorite cuss word?

Heph: I would have to say poutanas gie. That means son of a mother to keep it nice.

Me: Ah, I totally get it. Okay, so back to the story again. What was the most difficult part about seeing your life being placed on paper?

Heph: My life has not been the best, so I feared the world knowing the abuse I suffered for years. That and I didn’t know what the gods would do to me for letting such information out.

Me: What was the best?

Heph: Vanessa. She is my true perfection.

Me: That’s very sweet. Final question. Is there anything you’d wish to add for all of us to know about you that many might not?

Heph: Ares is over in the toilets aisle as we speak and I just stuck a scorpion in the one he’s about to open. * hears a shrillish girl’s scream * Yep, there it is!

Me: * laughing* That’s awesome. Thanks so much for taking the time to talk to me today, Heph.

Heph: Not a problem. Stay and I’ll show you how to construct a birdhouse.

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Val Reads – The Wicked Wager

As a writer, I hate ranked reviews. And in that vein, I will give you a review of  a thoroughly enjoyable and funny Regency style novel I recently read – The Wicked Wager by Anya Wylde.

Ms. Wylde’s story is a wonderful one that continues to draw me to this genre of controlled manners. The lengths the characters go through in which to both maintain and thwart the conventions of their society is often outlandish and in the hands of a good writer – totally believable! I flutter my fan to Ms. Wylde!

From the moment of meeting the heroine, Emma, in the garden as she exclaims an “inspired curse” I was hooked! And the sneaky author kept me enthralled the whole way through with plot twists and turns and those “hold your breath” moments when you silently scream to the characters – Don’t do it!

Loved it from beginning to end!

Highly recommended for fans of Regency romances and cozy mysteries.

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*The author of this blog received a free copy of this work but the opinions expressed within this post are her own*

Elodie Parkes and The Horoscope Writer

All About Elodie Parkes

  • Where are you from?  I live in Canterbury, United Kingdom. It’s famous for the Cathedral, Chaucer, and there is a UNESCO world heritage site, which includes the ancient ruins of St Augustine’s Abbey and St Martin’s Church. There is also a ruined castle. It’s a pretty place too and the coast nearby is great.

I work in an antiques shop and write. I have two dogs that keep me fit with their need for walks.

I write romance, contemporary and erotic with a twist of mystery now and then. I like to make the story unusual in some way, by a quirk in the tale.

  •  What is your favorite quality about yourself?  Kindness, I am unfailingly kind, it just happens.
  •  What is your least favorite quality about yourself?  I’m a bit of a perfectionist and hard on myself.
  •  What is your favorite quote, by whom, and why?  I saw one on a facebook page the other day and I have to say it replaced everything I thought I liked before, “I don’t think that anything happens by coincidence… No one is here by accident… Everyone who crosses our path has a message for us. Otherwise they would have taken another path, or left earlier or later. The fact that these people are here means that they are here for some reason…” -James Redfield
  • What is your favorite color?  Green, all greens, like emerald, lime, viridian, apple, grass, sea-green
  • What is your favorite food?  Pancakes and maple syrup
  • What’s your favorite place in the entire world?  I can’t choose, because there are places in the world I would like to see ad who knows they might take that accolade when I see them.

Elodie’s Journey into Writing

  •  When and why did you begin writing?  I started writing when I was seventeen. I never did anything like submitting to publishers etc. until I was about twenty five and then queried to no avail.  I started writing again seriously a couple of years ago because I had so many stories in my head.
  • How long have you been writing?  Seriously? Maybe three years.
  • What inspires you to write and why?  People and emotions inspires me. The complexity of life spurs me to write.
  • What genre are you most comfortable writing?  Romance, contemporary and erotic.
  • What do you consider most challenging about writing a novel, or about writing in general?  I honestly think its marketing the book.
  • Did writing this book teach you anything and what was it?  ‘The Horoscope Writer’ taught me to go with my heart in my writing, and stop being so academic.
  • Do you intend to make writing a career?  If it will let me
  • What is your greatest strength as a writer?  I think it’s the joy I get from writing and so I put it back into the work.
  • Have you ever had writer’s block? If so, what do you do about it?  I haven’t had writers block but I have chosen to stop writing a couple of projects and deleted them, I just stopped liking their concepts.

The Horoscope Writer

 ‘The Horoscope Writer’ is about a man, Dominic, who is a writer and has lots of different writing jobs for magazines amongst which is that of horoscope writing. He is a lonely soul, living in the country on a funny country lane where a few artisan’s workshops are. Fortunately he has a friend there too, Jeremy, who has a workshop, design studio there on the lane.

Dominic is lonely. His last relationship broke up a couple of years prior to the opening of the story and he really wants love.

There is a workshop to let on the lane and Cassie comes along to rent it.

Dominic is instantly attracted to her when he sees her in Jeremy’s office and she finds Dominic irresistible.

There is a mild paranormal streak running through what is an erotic romance because Dominic has been influenced by his great uncle who was also a horoscope writer.

This is a love story, erotic and enticing.

  • How did you come up with the title?  The character Dominic gave it to me. (smiles)
  • Can you tell us about your main character?  Cassie needs to be loved. She’s kind, generous, and affectionate. She is talented and works hard.

Dominic is a darling who lives with a strange secret, and he needs love too, but doesn’t think he will ever have it until he meets Cassie.

They both have a sensual streak and ignite it within each other.

  • What was the hardest part about writing this book?  Marketing

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Elodie’s Writing Life

  • Can we expect any more books from you in the future?  This is my third book.  I have a book in the pipeline right now, called ‘The Last Time’, it’s due to be published mid-December
  • How do you deal with bad reviews?  I don’t read reviews.
  • What are some of the best tools available today for writers, especially those just starting out?  Computers, editing suites, the WWW.
  • What contributes to making a writer successful?  Believing in books and reading.
  • Do you have any advice for writers?  Just believe in yourself and give it all you’ve got.
  • Do you have any specific last thoughts that you want to say to your readers?  Thank you for reading my books. I write from my heart and hope you feel the love in the books.

The Silly Question

  • Karaoke Night, what are you singing and are you any good?  ‘Strong Enough’ from Sheryl Crow and yes I can sing.

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Excerpt from The Horoscope Writer

(Copyright Elodie Parkes 2012 all rights reserved.)

 “Do you like to be called Cassandra or Cassie?” he asked her, and his lovely eyes had Cassie staring at him almost unable to speak. She truly had not seen a man quite as attractive as Dominic in a long time, not in real life, not in the flesh. His looks belonged in the pages of movie magazines or on romance novel covers.

Why was he single she asked herself?

She finally answered him when she saw that he was waiting patiently for her.

“I don’t mind either. If you want to call me Cassie you can”.

Dominic smiled again; he was thinking ‘I’d like to call you darling as I kiss you all over’.

He said, “Okay I’ll call you Cassie for the time being”.

Cassie wondered what that meant but decided against asking. Dominic was pouring coffee and offered her milk and sugar. Cassie took her coffee black and Dominic saluted her for it. “I can’t take it black I have to dilute it with milk”, he told her.

They were standing quite close to each other as he handed her the cup and Dominic took the opportunity to gaze into her eyes. Cassie was immediately intimidated and he felt it.

“Cassie you have beautiful eyes, such an unusual color”, Dominic said, and then quickly followed with, “I hope you don’t mind me saying so?”

Cassie saw the sincerity in his expression and responded.

“No it’s nice”, she said softly.

Dominic’s gaze softened as he looked at her. He wanted to trace his finger down her cheek and over her bottom lip. He wanted to hold her face in his hands and lick her lips until she opened them to his tongue. His eyes darkened at Cassie and she could feel the air of desire that Dominic exuded. She didn’t move back from him, but she drank some coffee, and the mug seemed to shield her from him.

Dominic really wanted her. He had not felt desire like this in a long time, and then he realized he had never felt desire like this. Not even for Jenny. He registered surprise in his eyes when that thought came to mind and Cassie saw it.

She had no idea what to say next and so she simply stood there, and sipped at her coffee.

Dominic drank some of his coffee and then tried to talk about ordinary things to Cassie.

“What will you be doing in the workshop or studio as Jeremy calls it?”

Cassie felt on familiar ground and answered happily. “Pottery, ceramics, sculpture and stuff. I’m an artist; well I like to think so”.

Dominic moved very slightly closer to her and then leaned over a little to put his cup on the table. As he stood up it brought their faces close together.

Cassie at first froze. She was caught in the delicious gaze of Dominic’s sexy blue eyes, and he was wondering how he could possibly kiss her without scaring her, when Cassie astounding herself, moved to him closing her eyes and offering her mouth to be kissed.

Dominic held her head gently and kissed her slowly. He made the kiss last as long as he could. It was hard to stop kissing her because she moved towards his lips wanting more when he did ease back. Dominic was enchanted. He moved his hands from her face to hold her close with one arm and pick up a handful of her hair with the other. He savored the feel of her hair in his hand and kissed her more.

Cassie felt melted from the inside out. She felt as if her body craved the touch of this gorgeous man. She felt sleepy with desire.

She had not been with a man for more than two years, and even then it had not been very satisfactory. It was a quick encounter with an old university friend, when in a mood of despair she had gone to his hotel with him after meeting him in town.

They had known each other the whole four years as they studied the same course. He had girlfriends the whole time. Two years after graduation he had left the county but was back for work, and they had met at an art exhibition. Cassie pushed herself to have sex with him out of sheer annoyance at her own continued single status. It had been okay and she had needed what little comfort it gave her. He had left the next day and she had not heard from him again.

Now Cassie was clinging to Dominic and in some part of her heart a seed of hope sprang up. Dominic was kissing her and holding her with care. He wanted her, she could tell. His lips worked magic on her shyness and she put her arms around his waist to press him close to her.

Dominic sighed with pleasure, stopped kissing her lips, and held her against his body. He molded her to him and sighed with his face in her hair, as he made sure she felt the shape of his desire through their clothes.

Cassie savored his embrace. It felt good to be held against this man. It felt safe, even though she didn’t know him, and this behavior was unprecedented in her opinion and experience. She was a grown woman, an independent woman, and anyway she had been to self-defense classes and knew that if he did anything she did not want she could immobilize him in seconds. Cassie was quite proud of that fact and that she had been the star pupil in the class. Her instructors had said she was a natural, and attempted to recruit her to their academy, but she had resisted. She stilled in his arms.

Dominic was breathing her in. Her hair had a vague herbal fragrance, something sweet and familiar like rosemary he thought. He held her gently but with possession as if he couldn’t let her go. He was surprised by her kiss and the way she stayed within the circle of his arms.

“I hope you are not afraid of me. I wouldn’t normally be so affectionate so soon, but I find you so very lovely”, he said softly, as he moved his lips in a delicate caress across her face to her lips. The barely there kisses made Cassie shiver and move her mouth to his with a need to kiss his lips, touch her tongue to his, and she pressed her hips against him.

Dominic ran his hands over her shoulders and down her back wanting to take the thick sweater she wore off her.

It was right then that the doorbell rang. Dominic smiled at Cassie and with an apologetic murmur went to answer it.

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Cooking with Passion

I was excited to learn that my recipe was included in the Passionate Cooks cookbook which will be available as a free download from AllRomance /Omni Lit. In a few weeks, you can get your copy and try out some dishes by your favorite romance authors. (I’ve had a sneak peek and the recipes are great.)

My entry is Second Chance Tortillas. This is a hearty breakfast that can carry you through a busy morning of errands and your shift as mommy chauffeur without having to refuel until a late lunch. Usually though as I’m gathering my ingredients, my mind is far from the grocery store and the cleaners.

The romantic in me is envisioning a couple waking up late on a chilly morning. Maybe he would pull out that never worn pair of green plaid pajamas that had lain in the drawer for months. Bottoms for him and top for her.

Just something she’d bought when the weather had turned cold one day. Was it last year? Already?

“Are you hungry?” He would ask.

She would only nod, not yet ready to test the strength of her voice.

“I’ll make something.” He would scramble out to the kitchen, thankful that she hadn’t looked at him for too long. What would he say?

She would follow close behind while he assembled his items and tackled the chore of cooking like he was preparing for battle. She would bite back the urge to tell him how to do it right and concentrate on the empty pitcher before her.

Perhaps, she would reach for the rest of the champagne from last night and a bottle of orange juice. Brush against him as he reached for the lone pepper.

“Oh, sorry.” They would chime in unison.

“I thought we could have mimosas like we did when went to San Francisco. Remember?”

He would smile, nodding. He remembered.

There would be a sip of the libation and then he would swipe a crumb from her mouth.

Her hand would meet his as she helped. “Is it gone?” Their fingers would stay intertwined.

And it’s game over for these two. No matter how they lost sight of what was important, they’ve ended up where they began.

But that’s just me…

Happy Reading, Writing and Cooking this week!

Today’s Hero – Adam with MaryLynn Blast

No Remorse Blurb: Due to her unusual birth, Amber has abilities no other
werewolf has ever possessed. On the run since childhood, the lone wolf avoids
contact with other werewolves at all cost, continually moving, constantly
looking over her shoulder and always alone. Everything changes when Amber saves
a werewolf from the mere brink of death, Blake, the only werewolf to ever
protect her. Love blossoms, but not without tribulations when Amber realizes
she must help her new pack rescue a member who is being held hostage by a rival
pack. Warring with emotions of going from lone wolf to the pack leader’s mate,
Amber must decide if she is willing to risk Blake’s life to know true family
and friendship despite the fact that the Council is hell bent on locating her
and will stop at nothing until she is found. Will Amber’s special abilities be
enough to keep everyone safe?

No Remorse by MaryLynn Bast

Interview with Adam

I invited Adam from No Remorse to speak with me and surprisingly I got two for one. Adam brought a friend and I must say; I have never seen a man so big. I don’t mean weight wise either. This man had to duck his head to get through the door of my office and I swear his shoulders were so broad he had to turn slightly to make it through. I couldn’t help thinking he must pay a fortune for the custom made clothing he wore so well.

I stood and walked forward inviting them both to sit down. When I took in his size I then worried the larger man might break my brand new leather arm chair. I know they heard me breathe a sigh of relief when he shook his head, declining my offer to sit. Leaning beside the door, I watched him cross one ankle over the other and his massive arms across his chest. You’ve heard the old cliché ‘I wouldn’t want to meet him in a dark alley’? Well, that one definitely applied to this guy, although, he was extremely good looking. His piercing blue eyes and from what I could tell, light brown hair judging by his military style haircut. I caught myself wishing I could see his smile. But no such luck, he just leaned there with a straight face, his eyes focused intensely on me.

Then I realized I had been staring and looked over at who I assumed was Adam. I had never laid eyes on either of these men until this very moment. But I had heard quite a bit about Adam and so far he was living up to the vision of him in my mind. When he smiled as he extended his hand towards mine and he said hello in the drop dead sexy voice of his, I knew without a doubt I could be hooked easily by this one. On the phone he had sounded just as delicious as he looked.

A silly grin on my face, I grasped his warm strong hand and felt a tingle of excitement run up my arm. Adam was nowhere near the size of the mountain by the door, but had the same air of confidence about him. His eyes were blue as well, but pale, a really dreamy color, if you ask me. His hair a darker shade of brown, I could easily run my fingers through to feel the softness.  I couldn’t help but wonder if they were all as good looking as these two were.

Adam sat down in the chair and indicated with a shake of his head back towards the door. “That’s Marcello, my trusty sidekick.”

I couldn’t help but smile and glanced at Marcello, but he made no facial movement whatsoever. The thought crossed my mind that he didn’t approve of Adam being there and that really made me want to get him to loosen up and do an interview with me too. From the look of him though, I knew that wasn’t happening. Leaving it alone, I turned to Adam while I settled in my chair behind the desk. Glad I had dressed up, that’s for sure. Tugging at my shirt I noticed Adams eyes dart quickly to my cleavage and saw a tiny lift on the right side of his mouth.

“Thank you both, Adam, Marcello for coming.” I picked up the pen, poised and ready to jot down the answers to the questions I had already written on my yellow pad.

“Thank you for having us here.” Adam sat with one leg crossed over the other. His long fingers tapped a muffled rhythm on the arm of the chair.

I had to force my attention back to my questions. Taking a deep breath I began. “I would like to start out by asking how you know Blake and Amber.” I looked him in the eyes and he answered immediately with a charming smile.

“I actually met Blake a couple months before I met Amber.” Adam paused for the slightest moment as if preparing his thoughts and I wondered if he was choosing his words carefully, not wanting to disclose something accidently. The reporter in me picked up on that immediately; he didn’t appear to be nervous though. “I met Blake when he saved my life after I took a good ass kicking.” A sheepish, toothless grin crossed his face. “I met Amber when I was sent to the shelter.”

Now that threw me. I didn’t know there were shelters for their kind. “What do you mean, shelter?”

“Moonlight Shelter is a place where we are sent when there is no one to care for us, or the others just don’t want us around for one reason or another.” Adam glanced down at his lap, then back up at me.

“So in other words it’s an orphanage?” My pen scratched furiously as I took notes, scribing word for word what he was telling me. I underlined Moonlight Shelter because I would be following up on that one.

“Yes, it’s a type of orphanage so to speak, only they don’t turn you out after you turn of age. Moonlight is somewhat of a safe haven for anyone who doesn’t have a place to go.”

“Is just anyone allowed at Moonlight?” I watched his face for a reaction.

“The answer to your real question is yes. They do accept humans, but only if they are already aware of our existence. They would accept you there if you needed to go into hiding for some reason.” Adam spoke softly, his eyes never leaving my face when he added, “As long as you’re not running from the law.”

I already knew the answers to some of my questions. For the purpose of the interview I had to get Adam to tell me what I needed to hear, so I prodded him even though I sensed he was a bit uncomfortable. “I understand that it’s hard for you to speak so openly about this. Your, uh, people have always been so secretive.”

Adam cleared his throat. With elbows on his knees, he leaned forward and clasped his hands together while his chin rested casually on the tip of the forefingers and he stared at me. “Yes, it is very difficult for us to open up to outsiders. You are aware of what we are and for whatever reason I have been instructed to cooperate, so I will answer your questions.” He smiled to take the harshness out of his words. Lifting his hands up, spreading them apart he leaned back in the chair. “I’m all yours, I’ll tell you what I can.”

Adam began talking after that and I don’t know how he did it, but he answered every question I had without me having to ask. Although there were times I thought I was going to have to prod him a bit. Eventually he told me what I wanted to know, and then some.

“I know you’re waiting for me to say the word. So yes, I turn into a werewolf every full moon. We have what is called a Full Moon Phase which lasts up to five days. It’s never exact. After the initial change with the full moon, we can change whenever we want during the phase. Younger wolves have a hard time controlling the change, but that is where the pack comes in handy and guides them. Yes, there are wolves that have eaten humans. However, we try to refrain from doing so.” Adam scooted down in the seat and got more comfortable.

I wished Marcello would sit as well because it was a little intimidating having him standing by the door as if on guard. But he didn’t budge when I offered again while he shook his head like before. The look that crossed his face when I motioned towards the chair made me wonder if he had read my mind about not breaking my new chair, but that couldn’t be because werewolves can’t read minds.

Adam continued with this story. “My father worked for the ranch Blake lives and works at as well. My mother passed away when I was younger, so I don’t remember her, so I live with my dad. I found out quite by accident about werewolves as I was still a human at the time.  One night I happen to see the shift and I have to tell you. It scared the hell out of me.”

His eyes stared into mine; I think he was waiting to see if I would give any indication of being shocked at what he was telling me. I made sure to keep my face clear of all emotion as he continued.

“When Blake saved my life, he and I became really good friends and that is when I met Amber, who happens to be one of the most beautiful women.”

A grin spread across his face when his eyes met mine before glancing over his shoulder at Marcello who still hadn’t moved, not one inch, Adam shook his head, his smile widening.

I wondered if they were communicating telepathically like I heard they could do.

“I was there only a couple weeks before Amber got into major fight with Stacy and ended up fleeing the school.” I must have frowned at the word, because Adam explained. “The younger people call it school, because they have teachers on staff. We didn’t leave the grounds. After the incident with Amber, I didn’t see her again until she helped Blake at his accident.”

I nodded my head. I remembered hearing the buzz in the were world about how Blake had almost died.

“So, let’s get to the main reason we are here.” I didn’t blink when Adam’s eyes flashed at me. I was aware of the ways werewolves liked to try to trick people into thinking they had seen something, but not really seeing anything at all.

“Werewolves are born into packs, like Amber, that have strong ties with the Council. Because of her special birth she has abilities that not even I comprehend and she is still learning what she can do.” Adam released a sigh; he was finally getting to the part that I wanted to know about.

“Humans can be changed into wolves. There is a process called the Blood Ritual where the entire pack drinks a drop of blood from the inductee. This also happens when someone joins another pack. But there are other ways too. As in my case, I was out later than I should have been. The neighboring pack bit me. Instead of just killing me, the bastard left me there to bleed to death. Somehow Blake found me in time and finished what had been started, he turned me. You see, when a werewolf bites you, it is not always a guarantee that you will be turned. If he bites you in the right spot, you will bleed out, but you will not be infected with the virus that runs through our veins. Just piercing the skin and making the human bleed doesn’t do jack but cause a lot of pain.”

Then finally, he got to the point, the reason for the interview and told me what I was really after. “To be turned, the wolves tooth must pierce a main vein. The virus grabs onto the blood cells, once it reaches the heart there is no going back. The virus takes a couple days to take over completely as it overpowers and mutates the cells. The process is very painful. You will feel like you are boiling from the inside out. Your lungs become so tight you can barely breathe; your heart racing so hard you just want to die. You know that if it beats just one beat longer you are going to. Then the heart stops for a brief moment. The human dies and the wolf is born. However, this does not always happen naturally. There are cases where the human’s heart dies, but the wolf does not come through. Unless there is someone there to help start the heart, they may die as was in my case. I owe Blake my life, he saved my life twice. Well, more than that actually since we met, but that’s another story.” He paused then, a slight frown on his brow. “I would tell you more about Blake and Amber, but I don’t have that kind of time.”

Adam’s answers had only served to make me want to know more and I didn’t want the interview to end.

Adam glanced at the clock on the wall and scooted to the edge of his seat.

The burning question in my mind was about his other ability. I opened my mouth to ask when a brilliant smile slid across his lips again.

“Be patient love, I’m getting to it.” I heard a snort from the doorway, the first noise Marcello had made and it startled me because I had actually forgotten about him standing there. Adam grinned and continued. “Yes, I have special abilities and no it is not a werewolf’s natural ability nor was I born with it.” He paused for the dramatic affect. “I get visions, don’t always know when or where they will happen, but they always come true.”  Again he paused.

I knew he would continue so I remained silent.

“We don’t talk about being a werewolf because most humans don’t understand. They try to kill or experiment on us to find out why we shift. We usually hide to change and yes, we do have our weaknesses, but if I told you, I would have to kill you.”

I swear his eyes flashed black then yellow when he said that.

“But the one thing I can say is that as a pack, we do communicate telepathically and our bonds are never truly severed.”

Adams eyes stared deep into mine, like he was trying to get into my head. Apparently he already had since he continually answered my questions without me having to ask. But for the life of me, I had no idea how he could hear my thoughts since I am not a werewolf. From what I did know, they were not able to read minds, but apparently this one could. The implications quickly sunk in and I wanted to crawl under my desk in embarrassment. My mind instantly went back to my thoughts on Marcello breaking my chair if he sat in it. Again, the grin crossed his face and I knew then that he was definitely reading my thoughts once more.

“I have to go now, but we will talk again.”

My fingers had begun to cramp from holding the pen too tight and writing so fast. When I heard him say this I paused, glancing back up at him. The thought of talking to him again was exciting and I looked forward to hearing more about his abilities.

“When we do, I will tell you how Blake and I met Seriana, but not now, I can’t give you any details on her, so wipe that thought right out of your head. She will be with me when we talk next and if she wants you to know, she will tell you.”

Damn, I realized that if he could read my mind, then he had heard my thoughts on how good looking he was and the naughty things that could be done to that scrumptious body of his. Adam gave a hot, sexy chuckle and I smiled then stood as he did. His hand clasped mine and held on for a moment longer than he had when we met and a warm tingling feeling spread through me. I don’t know if he did something to cause that or if it was because I was attracted to him, but either way it felt good. With a grin on his face he walked past Marcello and punched him none too lightly in the arm, pushed the door open and walked out. Marcello nodded his head to me, silently turned and followed Adam out the door.

I couldn’t help but wonder if Marcello could even speak and why he had tagged along, maybe he was guarding Adam for some reason? Hmmmm, there was something to think about, and another thing for me to look into. This had definitely turned out to be an interesting interview.

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About the Author: MaryLynn Bast moved to Las Vegas in 2010 from Texas, where she grew up. She works as a consultant with a contractor for the US Military, traveling from base to base across the US and around the world. Whenever possible, MaryLynn enjoys spending time with her husband, children and friends. In her free time she writes paranormal fantasies, loves to read and travel.

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Today’s Hero – Jared Prophet with Tyler Robbins

Tyler: I am so thrilled to be here and even more excited to bring along a dear friend of mine, Jared Prophet, one of the heroes from my latest novel, Beyond Honor. For those of you I haven’t met yet, allow me share a little about myself then we’ll put Jared in the hot seat.

Tyler Robbins is the pen name I use for my special line of GLBT stories.

“Beyond Honor” was the first novel of this genre for me, and I must say, has become my most sought after story.

As a young widow with four kids, writing became my outlet to get in touch with the inner “me”. After years of being a wife and mother, I was suddenly just Robin (Robin Badillo, for those of you I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting yet). Times were difficult and change was in order.

Three years after launching this new chapter in my life, I introduced my pen name, and as Tyler, I’ve definitely been a very busy lady.

I’m so happy to be here today and hope you’ll help me welcome Jared Prophet.

Tyler: Thanks for taking time out to visit with me today, Jared. It’s been a busy couple of months for all of us since your story released June 1st. First off, I’m dying to know how you and Michael are doing.

Jared: Nice to see you again, too, Tyler. Michael is great. He’s still caring for the soldiers and their families over at the base clinic. I’m trying to keep busy, too. I just landed a spot as a medic or paramedic for all of you civilians, for our local hospital district. Keeping busy helps the time fly when Michael and I can’t be together.

Tyler: So things are pretty good between you two?

Jared: *smiles widely … Things couldn’t be better.

Tyler: I’m so glad to hear that. The bird’s eye view of your tumultuous beginning had me on pins and needles, so knowing all is well in the land of love makes it all worth it.

Jared: To be honest, I gave Mike a tough time in the beginning. I had some stuff I was working through, but when you have a man like him in your corner…well let’s just say, he left me no choice but to man up and face reality.

Tyler: How’s it been going now that you’re officially “out” of the military and “out” as a gay man?

Jared: *chuckles… I miss living on base and training new medics, but coming home to Michael every night makes up for it. I should probably say that although I was worried I would have had it bad as an openly gay, enlisted man, I missed a lot of what others have experienced since I decided not to re-up just as I came to terms with my sexuality. Michael has taken some hits for it, but it hasn’t been anything we can’t handle. As for being out of the proverbial closet in my personal life, well it is what it is. I’ve lost some friends, but I’ve gained some new friends, or should I say real friends. Michael and I can manage if we stick together and surround ourselves with people who love us.

Tyler: I can’t tell you how happy I am to hear that. I know from getting to know the two of you that you’re quite passionate about your feelings for each other and for those people you care most about.

Jared: Passionate is a term I’ve come to embrace, especially where Michael is concerned. *rubs his jaw and grins wickedly. What can I say, I love him and we care about our friends and family very much.

Tyler: I saw that twinkle on your eye. I take it you were thinking about Michael?

Jared: I’m always thinking about Michael. I owe him so much. Not only did he get me through one of the toughest moments of my life, he’s been my rock. Finding a man like that is rare.

Tyler: Well to be fair, I’m sure Michael feels the same about you.

Jared: Maybe. I mean, yeah, he loves me, but I don’t think I’ve been as good for him as he’s been for me. He knew me before I even knew myself. Does that sound weird? Our friend, Alana, tells me all the time that I’m Michael’s knight in shining armor, but to me, he’s the one who rode in and saved me, not the other way around. Do you think I’ll lose my man card for saying that? *cheeks flush red as the grin grows wider

Tyler: Actually, as a woman and although impartial for obvious reasons, I gotta say that you’re rockin’ the man card quite nicely. Who says a happily ever after story can’t have two heroes?

Jared: Good point. I like the sound of that.

Tyler: So, what are your future plans? Are you guys planning to take the relationship a step farther?

Jared: Just between you and me, if I were going to take the plunge and make our relationship official, I would. As it stands now, that’s not possible in Texas. I will say that if Michael would like a small ceremony, I’d be willing to put a ring on his finger.

Tyler: Holy crap! I hope I’m not hearing about this before Michael.

Jared: No, in fact we’ve talked about it. All that’s standing in our way is timing. If our schedules weren’t so crazy and we didn’t have the thought of him being deployed looming over our heads, we would have already done it. We really just need the circumstances to fall into place and it would be a done deal.

Tyler: Well when that does happen, and I’m sure it will, I hope I’ll be invited.

Jared: We couldn’t imagine a wedding without you. I may even need you to help me with my vows. *winks

Tyler: I think I could rise to that occasion.

Jared: I’m sure between you and Alana, everything would end up perfectly planned.

Tyler: Who knows, you and Alana could plan a double wedding. Then Joel and Michael would be the two luckiest guys on the planet.

Jared: *nodding… I’ll tell her you said that. She’ll be all over this in a heartbeat.

Tyler: It would be the perfect end to the perfect story…or perhaps the perfect beginning to another one.

Jared: Ahh! I can see the twinkle in your eyes. I know that look.

Tyler: If anyone knows that look, it would be you, Jared.

Jared: Now, you have me wondering what the future holds for Alana and Joel.

Tyler: Well we’ll just have to wait and see won’t we.

Jared: *laughs and shakes his head. You’re always up to something.

Tyler: Usually. *Giggles

Listen, I know you and Michael have plans tonight and you really have to get out of here, but I wanted to thank you again for visiting with us today. Please send Michael my love and tell Alana I’ll be in touch.

Jared: You’re very welcome, but I should be thanking you for sharing mine and Michael’s story with everyone.

Tyler: Jared, it was my pleasure.

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Beyond Honor is available in digital ebook format as well as print from the following locations on the web.

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Tyler Robbins is the pen name of author Robin Badillo, who lives in a small Texas town and is the mother of four nearly grown kids, two boys and two girls.

Tyler enjoys stepping out of her comfort zone and pushes the envelope on the stories she writes every chance she gets. She hopes her readers are just as thrilled as she is with the chances she’s taking.

Always the optimist, Tyler is a firm believer that grey hair is merely God’s graffiti!

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Today’s Hero – Abdulla with Mohanalakshmi Rajakumar

Questions with a Qatari: Abdulla from Love Comes Later

By Mohanalakshmi Rajakumar

For the Hero Worship week, hosted by Vallory V on her blog, the assignment was for all the writers to interview a character from a book they’ve written. Here we have 5 minutes and 5 questions with the protagonist from my latest release, Abdulla.

MR: You must get this a lot but, um, where exactly is Qatar?

Abdulla: (laughs). It’s a country the size of Rhode Island, on the top of Saudi Arabia and across from Iran.

MR: So do women have to–?

Abdulla: You don’t have to cover your hair, can drive, and go to as much school as you can test into. You can even drink the tap water if you want to. Perfectly safe.

MR: Wow. So that’s not the Middle East I hear about on CNN.

Abdulla: If that’s where you get your news, you’ve probably got a few other misconceptions about the world.

MR: If women have so many rights in Qatar, then why do they still have to marry their cousins in arranged marriages?

Abdulla: This has to do with society and family trying to protect women and men by assuming that those closest to them know best what they would need in a long-term relationship like marriage. The fact is marriage practices on the whole in Qatar are undergoing a major shift as more and more young people are getting divorced months after their very expensive weddings.

MR: Did you have an arranged marriage?

Abdulla: I had two of them in fact. I’m on my third now. And she’s not Qatari.

MR: Now that’s a story I want to hear!

Abdulla: You’ll have to read the book.

Love Comes Later Book Blurb

Hind is granted a temporary reprieve from her impending marriage to Abdulla, her cousin. Little does anyone suspect that the presence of Sangita, her Indian roommate, may shake a carefully constructed future. Torn between loyalties to Hind and a growing attraction to Abdulla, Sangita must choose between friendship and a burgeoning love.

A modern quest for the right to pursue love and happiness, even when it comes in an unconventional package, LOVE COMES LATER explores similarities between the South Asian and Arab cultures while exposing how cultural expectations affect both men and women. Identities are tested and boundaries questioned against the shifting backdrops of Doha, Qatar and London, England.

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Author Bio:  Mohanalakshmi Rajakumar is a South Asian American who has lived in Qatar since 2005. Moving to the Arabian Desert was fortuitous in many ways since this is where she met her husband, had a baby, and made the transition from writing as a hobby to a full time passion.  She has since published five e-books including a mom-ior for first time mothers, Mommy But Still Me, a guide for aspiring writers, So You Want to Sell a Million Copies, a short story collection, Coloured and Other Stories, and a novel about women’s friendships, Saving Peace. Most recently, From Dunes to Dior, is a collection of essays related to her experiences as a female South Asian American living in the Arabian Gulf. After she joined the e-book revolution, she dreams in plotlines. Learn more about her work on her website at or follow her latest on Twitter: @moha_doha.


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