Jennifer Lyon's interview with Ram Virtos
Jennifer: I’m so thrilled to share with you all, that I’ve released the Wing Slayer Hunter E-Novella, FORBIDDEN MAGIC. Down below I have a snippet of an
interview with Ram Virtos, the hero of the novella.
As many of you know, the publisher decided not to go forward with the Wing Slayer Hunter Series. My readers have been so amazing through this, offering support and encouragement, along with pleas for me to continue the series on my own.
With that much encouragement how could I resist? And so it’s with great pleasure that I am announcing the release of the FORBIDDEN MAGIC Novella.
And as a special thank you to my readers who have been so supportive and patient, I am pricing FORBIDDEN MAGIC at 99 cents until May 1, 2012 at Amazon, B&N and Smashwords.
Barnes and Noble: Forbidden Magic
This is the second half of my interview with Ram. I’m going to have the entire interview up on my website soon! Jennifer Lyon
Ram drops into a nearby chair, stretches out his legs, raises his arms and laces his fingers behind his head. “Fine. Go.”
I…what? Staring at him, I see his t-shirt stretched tight over his chest, his biceps bulging. The man is a work of art. Lethal art to be sure, but still…he’s hot.
“Quit wasting time gawking, Lyon.”
A flush rolls over me and I sink down into a chair, trying to regain my composure. Glancing at my list, I begin with, “If you were an ordinary human being, what do you think your occupation would be?”
“If I were mortal, I’d have stayed in the SEALs. I was damn good at the job.”
Modest too. But okay, he’s right, he was good. “Next question, do you drive a car or motorcycle?”
He lifts his eyebrows. “I can drive anything, but I own a Range Rover. Motorcycles are okay, but I don’t need the flash like Phoenix.”
Seeing the glint of amusement in his eyes, I figure I’m safe to push for more. “Anything else you want to add to that?”
He shrugs. “I can pilot any helo or boat out there.” With a sly look he adds, “I have a boat, you know.”
He has a boat? Seriously? Shouldn’t I know that? Where is the boat? I look back at my notes to cover my confusion. “Uh, coffee or tea?”
“Coffee. But I’m not addicted like some people in this room. I have more self control than that.”
I ignore that swipe at me. Mostly because it’s true. “Why did you choose a thunderbird tattoo?”
His face darkens and he grinds his jaw.
Too late, I realize I was stomping all over dangerous territory.
“The bird has thunder and lighting,” he finally says. “Thunder is loud, obnoxious bragging. But the real danger? It’s the lightning you never see coming. By the time you do see it—you’re dead.”
Chill bumps scatter over my arms, and I shiver. Ram is exactly that kind of killer. He doesn’t threaten or warn, he strikes.Like lightning.
“Last question, Lyon.”
“Uh, yeah.” I scan the page, looking for something light and settle on, “Boxers or briefs?”
Ram rolls his eyes, then unlaces his fingers from behind his head, and in a fluid movement, rises from the chair. He reaches for the snap on his pants.
And undoes it.
My heart hammers, and I jump up. “What are you doing?”
He drags down the zipper. “Answering your question.” He begins to slide his pants lower. “You like to show everything in your books, right?”
“No! I mean yes, but—”
“Then I’m showing.” The pants slide a bit farther.
He can’t just drop his pants! An idea hits me. I grab the pastry box and shove it into his stomach. “Your favorite treats! Snickerdoodle cookies! From the Cooke Witch!” I’m screeching like a fourteen-year-old girl, damn it.
Then I realize what he’s doing, what Ram always does. He takes control, one way or another. He’s a very dominant man.
And lover.
No! Don’t think about Ram as a lover! I have to regain control of the situation or I’ll never be able to write his story the way it’s meant to be told.
I let go of the pastry box I have pressed against his stomach.
Ram catches it with one hand, the other hand keeping his pants on.
Barely.
I refuse to look, turn and rush out of the club. I have to write, and write fast.
And not think about Ram’s pants sliding down his hips….
(Thank you to Carla and Jennifer for giving The Reading Cafe permission to post the interview with Jennifer and Ram)
