It is my delight to be able to share a character interview between author Moira Keith and her insouciant character Caleb...
Character Interview:
I’m sitting in the coffee shop, waiting for one of the Fallen to show up and he’s late. I chose a seat by the window, hoping I would be able to study him as he enters. He doesn’t disappoint. Caleb strolls in to the local Starbucks, an air of confidence surrounding him like a cloak. He stops off at the counter, orders an iced green tea, and heads over to the table. A couple of women stare, open-mouthed, as he passes, before choking out a "hi" then giggle like school girls when he winks at them. I shake my head as he slides into the chair across from me. He sets his sunglasses down between us on the table and settles in.
Caleb – “Hey, sorry I’m late. The bike gave me trouble,” he says slouching down into his chair. “It’s Moira right? Reading Gabriel’s handwriting is a lot like trying to decipher the lost texts of Atlantis. So, go ahead and shoot, I’m ready whenever you are.”
By just a glance, no one would know he was one of Heaven’s fallen. He looked like any other devilishly handsome man one might run into. No wings, which would’ve been far too obvious, but Gabriel, the leader of the fallen, warned me that some topics would be touchy. I decided to start easy.
Moira – “Alright Caleb, what’s your favorite band?”
Caleb – “Depends on my mood. If I’m feeling soulful, I might queue up some Ed Sheeran. Edgy? Maybe some Seether. Just hanging out, I might try some American Authors or Fall Out Boy.”
Moira – “Favorite color?”
Caleb – “Green.”
Moira – “Sign?”
Caleb – “Wow, interview or dating game? Scorpio.” he smiled with a hint of mischief in his eyes. “What’s yours?”
Moira – “Leo. What was your most embarrassing moment?”
Caleb takes a drink and smiles. – “Don’t have one.”
Moira – “Everyone has at least one moment of pure embarrassment.”
Caleb – “I’ll share mine if you share yours.”
I shake my head. He winks. Then with a smug look on his face, says “Coward.”
Moira – “Moving right along. What do you think your greatest weakness is?”
Caleb – “If I told you, that would give you the upper hand, now wouldn’t it? Gabriel always told me to keep my weaknesses as guarded as pirate’s treasure.”
Moira – “What do you think is your greatest attribute?”
Caleb – “I think it’s a tie really, between my good looks and love of literature.”
Moira – “A soft side underneath all of that rough and tumble exterior? I don’t believe it. What’s your favorite classic tale?”
Caleb – “I have a few. Shakespeare wrote great tragedies, though I am torn between Macbeth and Romeo & Juliet.”
Moira – “Both great works. What about art?”
Caleb – “It’s a tossup between Starry Night and Starry Night over the Rhone by Van Gogh, so much beauty in them.”
Moira – “What was the cause of your fall from grace?”
He seems to close down at this question, a darkness passing behind his eyes as he squirms in his seat. “Something else you want to ask?”
Moira – “Why won’t you answer the one I’ve already asked? Was it because of a woman?”
Caleb stands abruptly and holds out his hand. “It was a pleasure talking with you.”
Moira – “I am sorry. Please, don’t go. I didn’t mean to pry.”
Caleb laughed. “Yes you did. It is the nature of being the one conducting the interview.”
He hesitates, before resuming his seat. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.
Moira – “What is your favorite thing to do on a rainy day?”
Caleb - “Cuddle up in front of a fire and watch old movies.”
Moira - “Do you have a favorite movie?”
Caleb – “My movie list is a mile long, but I love the classics. Casablanca probably tops the list. Was my favorite before I died.”
Moira – “Thanks a lot Caleb. Sorry again about being so pushy.”
Caleb – “No worries. You are a writer. Naturally curious I guess.”
He stands, shakes my hand, grabs his sunglasses from the table’s surface, and leaves. I watch as he passes the giggling women again, but he pays them no mind this time. As I glance up, I see why. A woman with auburn hair and green eyes stands just inside the coffee shop door for him.
Her hair is swept up in a carefree twist, revealing a cherry blossom tree tattoo. She looks otherworldly. There is something about her that seems to glow, pull you to her. A matching tattoo snakes around her right wrist. He greets her with a hug and as he looks over the woman’s shoulder to me, there is a fierce protectiveness in the set of his eyes. I wonder who the woman is and what was her story? They disappear through the cafĂ© doors and I know that is an interview for another time.
I’m sitting in the coffee shop, waiting for one of the Fallen to show up and he’s late. I chose a seat by the window, hoping I would be able to study him as he enters. He doesn’t disappoint. Caleb strolls in to the local Starbucks, an air of confidence surrounding him like a cloak. He stops off at the counter, orders an iced green tea, and heads over to the table. A couple of women stare, open-mouthed, as he passes, before choking out a "hi" then giggle like school girls when he winks at them. I shake my head as he slides into the chair across from me. He sets his sunglasses down between us on the table and settles in.
Caleb – “Hey, sorry I’m late. The bike gave me trouble,” he says slouching down into his chair. “It’s Moira right? Reading Gabriel’s handwriting is a lot like trying to decipher the lost texts of Atlantis. So, go ahead and shoot, I’m ready whenever you are.”
By just a glance, no one would know he was one of Heaven’s fallen. He looked like any other devilishly handsome man one might run into. No wings, which would’ve been far too obvious, but Gabriel, the leader of the fallen, warned me that some topics would be touchy. I decided to start easy.
Moira – “Alright Caleb, what’s your favorite band?”
Caleb – “Depends on my mood. If I’m feeling soulful, I might queue up some Ed Sheeran. Edgy? Maybe some Seether. Just hanging out, I might try some American Authors or Fall Out Boy.”
Moira – “Favorite color?”
Caleb – “Green.”
Moira – “Sign?”
Caleb – “Wow, interview or dating game? Scorpio.” he smiled with a hint of mischief in his eyes. “What’s yours?”
Moira – “Leo. What was your most embarrassing moment?”
Caleb takes a drink and smiles. – “Don’t have one.”
Moira – “Everyone has at least one moment of pure embarrassment.”
Caleb – “I’ll share mine if you share yours.”
I shake my head. He winks. Then with a smug look on his face, says “Coward.”
Moira – “Moving right along. What do you think your greatest weakness is?”
Caleb – “If I told you, that would give you the upper hand, now wouldn’t it? Gabriel always told me to keep my weaknesses as guarded as pirate’s treasure.”
Moira – “What do you think is your greatest attribute?”
Caleb – “I think it’s a tie really, between my good looks and love of literature.”
Moira – “A soft side underneath all of that rough and tumble exterior? I don’t believe it. What’s your favorite classic tale?”
Caleb – “I have a few. Shakespeare wrote great tragedies, though I am torn between Macbeth and Romeo & Juliet.”
Moira – “Both great works. What about art?”
Caleb – “It’s a tossup between Starry Night and Starry Night over the Rhone by Van Gogh, so much beauty in them.”
Moira – “What was the cause of your fall from grace?”
He seems to close down at this question, a darkness passing behind his eyes as he squirms in his seat. “Something else you want to ask?”
Moira – “Why won’t you answer the one I’ve already asked? Was it because of a woman?”
Caleb stands abruptly and holds out his hand. “It was a pleasure talking with you.”
Moira – “I am sorry. Please, don’t go. I didn’t mean to pry.”
Caleb laughed. “Yes you did. It is the nature of being the one conducting the interview.”
He hesitates, before resuming his seat. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.
Moira – “What is your favorite thing to do on a rainy day?”
Caleb - “Cuddle up in front of a fire and watch old movies.”
Moira - “Do you have a favorite movie?”
Caleb – “My movie list is a mile long, but I love the classics. Casablanca probably tops the list. Was my favorite before I died.”
Moira – “Thanks a lot Caleb. Sorry again about being so pushy.”
Caleb – “No worries. You are a writer. Naturally curious I guess.”
He stands, shakes my hand, grabs his sunglasses from the table’s surface, and leaves. I watch as he passes the giggling women again, but he pays them no mind this time. As I glance up, I see why. A woman with auburn hair and green eyes stands just inside the coffee shop door for him.
Her hair is swept up in a carefree twist, revealing a cherry blossom tree tattoo. She looks otherworldly. There is something about her that seems to glow, pull you to her. A matching tattoo snakes around her right wrist. He greets her with a hug and as he looks over the woman’s shoulder to me, there is a fierce protectiveness in the set of his eyes. I wonder who the woman is and what was her story? They disappear through the cafĂ© doors and I know that is an interview for another time.
by Moira Keith
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BLURB:
One moment can impact the future.
Love
never served Jayde Cross well and owing a debt to a demon is the proof. Reaping
is a lonely existence and with her thirtieth birthday approaching, she's got
enough to worry about without adding romance to the mix. It's why her
friendship with the man living next door works so well. They both live lives
filled with secrets and ignoring their self-imposed rules isn’t an option. Too
bad her heart disagrees.
The past is about to come back and haunt one
of Heaven’s Fallen.
Caleb
Thorne always found living among mortals difficult, until he met the intriguing
woman down the hall. She demands nothing of him and is completely safe. When an
enemy from his past catches up with him, Caleb soon discovers the rules of the
Fallen exist for a reason and loving a mortal may prove to be the bigger
danger.
In a
world where their love is forbidden, Jayde and Caleb may just discover that
sometimes breaking rules is the only thing that can set you free.
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EXCERPT
“Excuse the mess.”
I turned and glanced up at him. “What? You didn't
scrub the kitchen down before you tore it all apart? I'm shocked Mr. Thorne.”
“Sure, make fun of me. I was simply being polite.”
I smiled and set the coffee on the dark granite
countertop. “Well we've both seen each other's homes in completely wrecked
states. I think our friendship is strong enough to survive a messy kitchen.
Maybe even an apocalypse.”
“I don't know. I've seen your kitchen. It looks
like a tornado blew through it. I don't even think zombies would venture in
there.”
“Wow! That hurts.” I reached out to slap his arm
and he grabbed my wrist. Warmth spread through my body and my chest tightened.
He licked his lips and I found the movement incredibly inviting. The distance
between us seemed to shrink. This could not be happening. As much as I adored
Caleb, I could not allow myself to fall for him. I could see myself tumbling
down the very path I swore I would never travel and liking the fall, but the
pain that would surely follow would break me and likely him as well. Shit. I
needed a distraction.
“I brought coffee, as promised. And...” I pushed
the bag over to him.
He released his hold on my wrist, opened the bag,
and peered inside. “Did we not just have a conversation about muffins and your
training schedule yesterday? You know if you keep bringing me these, I'm going
to lose this hard earned physique which makes the ladies drool.”
“Whatever, Romeo. It's just a muffin.” I rolled my
eyes then turned to face the sink. The cherry wood cabinet doors were opened,
revealing a bucket filled with water, a wrench, a screw driver, and a broken
plastic piece from the pipe was disconnected and lying on the floor. “I see
you've made some progress.”
“Think I made it worse.”
“Should have waited until I got here.”
He shrugged. “Probably right. But my ego can only
stand to be shown up by a lady so many times.”
“They have these people. They're called plumbers.
Professionals. Maybe you should call one.”
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AUTHOR Bio and
Links:
Moira
Keith is a lover of shoes, a connoisseur of Guinness, baker of cocktail themed
cupcakes, and an overall complete mess! She is also a proud Texan by birth (and
true Southern girl at heart).
Moira
lives in the city of neon with her twin zombie sons, a fish, three parakeets,
and a turtle.
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Thanks for hosting!
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome!
DeleteThank you so much for allowing Caleb and I to banter back and forth here on your blog.
ReplyDeleteCaleb: "Yes, but keep your eye on Moira, she can get a bit unruly."
I loved having both of you visit. Great way to get a glimpse of your personalities! Thank you for taking the time to come by and good luck with the tour!
DeleteAmazing cover! This sounds like an intriguing book! Thank you for the great post and contest!
ReplyDeleteGlad you like it, Betty. Thanks for dropping by and good luck in the contest!
DeleteThank you! The eyes always suck me in when I look at it.
DeleteI enjoyed the character interview.
ReplyDeleteI thought it was so much fun, Rita. Thank you for visiting and taking the time to comment!
DeleteI love character interviews. Sometimes I think I know my characters so well, then I get stuck, so I will sit and interview them and sometimes they reveal something I may not have known...a little quirk, or tidbit of information, that can push me through a scene.
DeleteThat's a great technique, Moira! Thanks for sharing it.
DeleteI have enjoyed learning about the book. Thanks for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteThank you Patrick!
DeleteGlad you enjoyed it, patrick, thanks for popping by!
DeleteLove the interview. I'm a Leo too!!!---Rae
ReplyDeleteLeo's are pretty amazing...not that I'm bragging or anything....
DeleteHi rae! Roar! (lol) Thanks for visiting.
DeleteFun interview...enjoyed reading that and the excerpt. Thanks for sharing and the contest.
ReplyDeleteThank you Glenda! Appreciate you stopping by! Good luck in the contest.
DeleteGreat that you like it, Glenda. Good luck on the contest!
DeleteA great excerpt thank you.
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed it, Mary. Enjoy your weekend!
DeleteYou're welcome, Mary. thank you for taking the time to visit and comment!
DeleteAwesome cover! The excerpt was amazing! Thank you for the great post and contest!
ReplyDeleteYou're quite welcome, thanks for dropping by and good luck, Betty!
DeleteThank you Betty!
DeleteIs there a certain type of scene that's harder for you to write than others? Love? Action? Racy?
ReplyDeleteI look forward to Moira's answers, Mai. Thanks for visiting!
DeleteSorry I'm late popping in here...played the part of soccer mom today. I would have to say that the love scenes/racy scenes are the hardest to write for me. I want them to feel real, the connection to not feel forced. In the limited span of pages, it's hard to do sometimes.
DeleteLooking forward to reading this book
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