Interview with a Witch and a Werewolf

I have two short stories currently available in The Merriweather Witches series. Since this is my very first official character interview, I decided to travel to the home of Lord Jeremy North in England and talk with the characters from my first short story, The Witch and the Wolf.

After knocking on the door for what seemed like several long, long minutes, I wondered if Lord Jeremy North had decided to ignore my request for an interview. He was temperamental at times. I shivered as the snow continued to fall and promised myself that if he or his man, Amery, didn't answer this door in another twenty seconds, I was driving to Caldwell House to interview Sebastian Collins from The Witch and the Vampire, instead. At least I knew Sebastian's butler would answer the door! A moment later, the door creaked open and my hero, Lord Jeremy North, stood upon the threshold looking sexy as hell with his dark hair and green eyes.

Jeremy: "Again? Why must it always be snowing in your imagination? And where's your cloak?"

Me: "Hello to you, too. I left my jacket in the car. I didn't think it would take an eternity for you to answer the door."

Jeremy: "What is a car?"

Oh, yeah. He's from the early nineteenth century. He doesn't know about cars, yet. Hmm...apparently I can travel time and cross oceans within seconds. All without a jacket. Awesome.

Me: "I meant carriage. Can I come in?"

Jeremy: "Of course." He moved aside, allowing me some space to enter. "You're not going to faint, are you?"

Me, following him in and shaking the snow from my hair: "No. Unlike Lillian, I have not been trudging through the blizzard for hours. And I can feel all my fingers and toes, so there's no need for you to help me undress." I paused, looking at him from top to bottom and reconsidered. "That is unless..."

Lillian appeared. She raised a dark eyebrow, catching that last statement from me and I blushed. So, okay, I had a crush on my hero. Who wouldn't?? But, Jeremy paid me no mind. His eyes and his heart were Lillian Merriweather's. In fact, he turned to her and his face brightened.

Lillian, however, is a forgiving sort, especially regarding her creator...me. She smiled warmly and came forward to take my hands in hers.

Lillian: "You're here. At last! Welcome!"

Me: "Yes, er, thank you."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, they led me into the drawing room where I found a nice, comfy seat. Lillian sat beside me and Jeremy sauntered over to the fireplace where a cozy fire warmed the room nicely.

Lillian: "Where shall we begin?"

Me, taking out my notebook and pen: "Well, my readers would like to know a little about you both. Maybe we can begin with how you met?"

Lillian: "Very well. I was running away from my evil Uncle Arden and his intentions to marry me off to one of his old...very old, friends. I found Lord North's house quite by accident when I became lost in a blizzard. He kindly took me in, even during some unforeseen circumstances."

She looked at Jeremy and smiled.

Jeremy: "Yes, once a month, during every full moon I send the servants away from the house. Only my man, Amery, remains with me. It was unfortunate that Lillian happened upon me during that particular moment. You see, I suffer from a curse. I'm a werewolf."

Me: "That must haven been awkward."

Jeremy: "As a matter of fact, yes. Of course, I could not explain to her. No one but Amery knew of my condition. We took great measures to keep people protected from the monster I become. When she arrived, we had great difficulty deciding what must be done."

Lillian: "To add to that dilemma, Lord North had no idea that I was being pursued. I fear, if he knew the truth, he'd have never opened that door, and I would have frozen on the doorstep!"

Jeremy, smiling with affection toward Lillian: "Of course, that's not true."

Lillian: "But, I had other secrets, too, did I not?"

Me: "Okay, okay, let's not give too much away. You know, I still want people to buy my book!"

Jeremy: "Well, that seems rather nonsensical. You've already given away our secrets from the title. Readers will know I am a werewolf and Lillian is a witch. The very identities we've sought to keep hidden, you've announced quite plainly for all to see."

Me: "Well, when you put it like that..."

Lillian: "Although, I haven't explained how Lord North handled having a woman in his house during a full moon. Or what happened when my uncle-"

Me, raising my hand: "Yes, I think that's enough. I don't want to overstay my welcome. I'm sure you want to get back to...whatever you two were doing. I have what I need now. Thank you both."

I stood, my notebook tucked safely under my arm. Lillian stood with me, smiling.

Lillian: "Of course, you want to get back to your writing. You have much to do."

Me, lifting my head to look at her: "I do? But, I wrote your story. And your sister's story. What else do I have to do?"

Lillian, smiling: "Melora and I are not the only Merriweather's in England, you know."

Me, startled: "Oh? And who are they? What's their story?"

Jeremy, sighing with impatience: "Is that not your duty? You are the author here. Go! You have stories to tell!"

See, I told you. Temperamental.

~Tricia

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Agremon Dishes About His Charming Self

Please pardon the following blog post. I was going to write something completely different, but Agremon busted into my office and snatched my computer! Before I had a chance to get it back, he’d already written this and locked it so I can’t change it. Silly demon… doesn’t he realize I can write him out of a storyline?  ~ Deena Remiel


Agremon Dishes About His Charming Self
By Agremon the Terrible

I’m gonna lay it on the line for all of you right now. If you wanna live, don’t mess with me. They call me Agremon, The Terrible, and I live up to that reputation. Don’t piss me off, don’t look at me funny, and don’t even breathe in my direction. I WILL come to you in your dreams and scare you literally to death. You’ve been warned.

Why am I such a delightful fellow? You try spending eternity being scorned by The Brethren and sucking up to Satan every freakin’ day. He has me running around his cult compound like I’m some grunt or slave. Okay, so I am his henchman, but where are the perks he promised me, I ask you? And now Satan… oh excuse me, he’s calling himself Namirha these days, is on my butt to find  this kid he thinks is the answer to his gaining ultimate power over the world. Yawn.  I’ve got something else in mind for her, but if I tell ya, I’ll have to kill ya. Now that doesn’t sound so bad come to think of it.

Interview with Kip Lee

I am continuing my interviews with the seven singles sharing a summer house in Beach Haven, New Jersey. Since I’ve previously talked with two of the women, today my subject is the most vocal of the male residents, college drama instructor, Ogden “Kip” Lee.  When I step outside onto the back deck, I try not to show my reaction at finding him wearing only a pair of baggy shorts and a pair of sunglasses. Kip’s physical appearance is impossible to ignore. I honestly expect him to cock an eyebrow and ask if I can smell what he’s cooking.

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Kip: (clasping his hands behind his head and his biceps suddenly expand like he blew them up with a bicycle pump.) “So, what can I do for you?

Me: (Wow, loaded question. I sink into the cushioned Adirondack chair next to him and place my recorder on the table between us.) Do you mind?

Kip:  Not at all, sweetheart.

Me: (Normally I would’ve launched into a speech about political correctness after being called sweetheart by a man I just met. But somehow I sensed that he didn’t mean it in a condescending way.) You know I’ve already spoken with Shontae and Kinnik, but before I leave I’d like to get the male perspective on your summer arrangement. Why are you here?

Kip:  (removes his shades and rests them on the table) You mean the ladies didn’t give you their opinions already?

Me:  They did, but I’d like to hear it from you.

Kip: No reason to front. I’m only here to relax and party. No goals. No ulterior motives. I work hard while school is in session, but once vacation starts I leave Professor Lee in New York and go back to being just plain old Kip.

Me: (thinking there was nothing at all plain about this chocolate Adonis) So, how do you see things going this summer?

Kip:  (scratches his chin and smiles) To tell you the truth, nobody ever knows how it’s going to go. This summer I’m the only one who’s not waiting for something. They’re all on some kind of countdown.

Me: Which of the countdowns do you see coming to fruition?

Kip: From what I’ve picked up from listening to the women, Jo’s hoping Walt pops the question. It’s not happening, if you ask me.

Me:  What do you mean?

Kip: (snickers) Walt’s been married twice, and he and Jo have been together five years. I know what a man looks like when he’s content, and in my opinion he looks pretty content with things just the way they are. Doc has a plan, and for his sake, I hope Linda’s finally ready.

Me: Why?

Kip: (sighs and then smiles) Because he’s banking on it. Ever since last summer, he’s basically taken himself out of circulation for her. If it were anyone but Lin, I’d say he made a stupid move.

 There are too many women in this world to sit around waiting for one to decide whether she wants you or not. I don’t think she’d do it on purpose, but I hope Lin doesn’t end up jerking him around.

Me: You said everyone is waiting for something. I didn’t get that impression from Kinnik.

Kip: (chuckles) As long as there are men around, K always has a target. I’m afraid she’ll use her mojo on Devon.

Me: Afraid? Why?

Kip: Shontae won’t have a chance if K aims both barrels at my boy.

Me: She is stunning.

Kip: Kinnik isn’t just beautiful. She’s got skills. (He winks, and I choose to let the comment slide.)

Me: But Shontae seems to be a really sweet person.

Kip: (frowns) She is, and that’s the problem. Sometimes being sweet can work against you. She doesn’t know how to fight dirty. It’s not in her. Fighting dirty is all Kinnik knows. I just hope I don’t end up having to pry their claws out of each other.

Me: I understand you invited Devon this year. Do you see him fitting in with a group that’s been together three years?

Kip: Devon can adapt to anything. That’s why he’s such a good actor.

Me: From what I’ve seen, you folks are in the minority here on the island. Does that bother you?

Kip: (The way his mouth twists, I see I’ve hit a tender topic.) Not me.

Me: Do you think your neighbors are as open minded?

Kip: No matter what their attitudes are, I’m still gonna do Kip. The neighbors don’t have anything to do with my social life. Besides the ladies vacationing in Beach Haven don’t have any problems with it. As far as I’m concerned, women are women. I believe in equal opportunity.

Me: Well, I hope your summer turns out to be all you’re expecting.

Kip: (scans me from head to toe before returning his sunglasses to his face with a devious smirk) Oh it will. Why don’t you stick around for a few days? You’d fit right in.

Me: (feeling a bit uneasy from his scrutiny and the underlying sensuality in his tone) Thanks, but I have a deadline to meet and my editor won’t take any excuses. It was great meeting you, Kip.

Kip: (clasps his hands behind his head once more) You too, sweetheart. If you change your mind, we’ll make room for you.

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Interview with Ian and Mel

For Now Until forever Blurb:

For Prince Liam, families meant bad news, unwanted commitments, and the loss of his personal freedom.  Love spawned white picket fences, slippers at the hearth with a wife and kids making demands, so why did those images disappear when he met Melanie Babcot?

Melanie Babcot fought hard to escape the horrors of her youth and vowed to remain single and free, so when paid to protect Prince Liam from insurgents why did her personal pledge fly out the window?

Interview:
SG:  Melanie, tell us how you copped the assignment to protect a prince?

Melanie: As a member of the palace security I’d worked closely with his father the king.  He insisted I got the job of looking after Liam.

Liam: *mutters* I’m a grown man, I didn’t need looking after.

Melanie:  *indignation* No?  Then what about the day the insurgents nearly killed you?

Liam:  That was one day, after three years of my managing just fine.

SG: *hiding a wry grin, she turns to Melanie* Had you met the prince before the assignment?

Melanie:  I’d seen him around, but not been introduced to him.  He prefers horses to people…

Liam:  I did!  I’ve admitted that, but not anymore.  I know where my priorities lie now.

Melanie: *grins, and in an aside to me* It took a while, but he got there in the end.

SG *turns to Prince Liam* How did you feel when you discovered Melanie was being paid to protect you?

Liam: I -what do the Americans say- 'plead' the 5th Amendment.

SG:  You’re not an American, you can’t do that.

Liam: Very well, I am a prince. *He gives me a haughty stare –but his eyes are twinkling.*

Melanie: * gasps*  Liam, you didn’t just say that!  Apologise at once and answer the question.

Liam: *grins openly* No Mel, I’m not answering that question.  If folk want to know my reactions then I suggest they buy From Now Until Forever to find out.

SG: *sighs, knowing when she’s beaten. One more question to Melanie, then.

Melanie: *nods in agreement*

SG: What did you think of Prince Liam’s homeland the first time you saw it.

Melanie:  In a word?  Awesome.  When I first saw those mountains, they reminded me of you and me, *she turns to Liam and grinned.*

SG: Explain.

Liam: *Stands and tugs on Melanie’s hand before speaking.* You said ‘one question’.  That was it.

SG: * swallows another sigh.*  Thank you both for your time.

SG: watches them leave and knows she’ll miss both of them.


Author Bio: 
Multi-published author, Sherry Gloag is a transplanted Scot now living in the beautiful coastal countryside of Norfolk, England.  She considers the surrounding countryside as extension of her own garden, to which she escapes when she needs "thinking time" and solitude to work out the plots for her next novel.  While out walking she enjoys talking to her characters, as long as there are no other walkers close by.

Apart from writing, Sherry enjoys gardening, walking, reading and cheerfully admits her books tend to take over most of the shelf and floor space in her workroom-cum-office.  She also finds crystal craft work therapeutic.

Author website: https://www.sherrygloag.com
Author blog: http://sherrygloagtheheartofromance.blogspot.com/
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