Last Stop (Impulse Blog Tour)
Thank you all for following the
IMPULSE BLOG TOUR!
It's been an amazingly fun time, and a huge thanks to Viviana (Enchantress of Books) for coordinating this event.
I hope that everyone has enjoyed reading the fun posts, interviews, and of course entering the Giveaway!
I'd also like to thank all of the bloggers and for participating and giving me a spot, and I hope that those who are new to The Mageri Series will enjoy the books, and find me on Facebook.
If you aren't lucky with the giveaway, I hope that you have the opportunity to check out The Mageri Series books at their affordable prices. Paperbacks are also on the horizon.
Christian: Crosses his legs and scratches his jaw,
looking thoughtfully at the clock on the wall. "When I was a boy, a neighbor of
ours—about my age—had a horse. They lived a quarter of a mile up the road and
one night, I walked the horse out of the stall and took Cassie on a ride.
Dannika: “Cassie… the neighbor?”
IMPULSE BLOG TOUR!
It's been an amazingly fun time, and a huge thanks to Viviana (Enchantress of Books) for coordinating this event.
I hope that everyone has enjoyed reading the fun posts, interviews, and of course entering the Giveaway!
I'd also like to thank all of the bloggers and for participating and giving me a spot, and I hope that those who are new to The Mageri Series will enjoy the books, and find me on Facebook.
If you aren't lucky with the giveaway, I hope that you have the opportunity to check out The Mageri Series books at their affordable prices. Paperbacks are also on the horizon.
Now, for the final post I have chosen to do a character interview with one of the mysterious new faces of Impulse. Many readers are talking about him, and maybe part of that is the Vampire allure. Although why that is I’m not entirely sure, because Mr. Poe is a very
brash and arrogant Irishman.
He’ll dish it like it is, treading over feelings like they were tiny little flowers beneath the tire of a Humvee.
He’ll dish it like it is, treading over feelings like they were tiny little flowers beneath the tire of a Humvee.
I've invited Christian to my home, although I'm admittedly not accustomed to letting Vampires in the house. He's assured me that he ate before he arrived (I'm sure that's a Vampire joke) and will be honest with any questions that I ask. He's quite amused by the request, and has selected my beige reading chair to sit in, as opposed to the bar where I had set up some drinks and snacks. (Do Vampires eat?)
Dannika: “Can I
offer you something to drink?”
Christian: His wry smile makes me uneasy. “I’d love a cocktail.”
Dannika: “I guess
we should start off with introductions. Could you tell me your name and a
little about yourself?”
Christian:
Sitting in a beige chair with his legs wide open, he drums his fingers on the armrests and watches me. “Christian Poe. Vampire. Guard.”
Dannika: “Is that
all?”
Christian: His fangs punch out. “Isn’t that enough,
lass? I’m sure you don’t want to hear me rabbit on about what my favorite hobby
is or what music I listen to," he says in a thick Irish accent.
Dannika:
“Actually, I’d like to know. Favorite song?”
Christian: His tongue slides across his bottom lip,
lingering at the corner. “Nine Inch Nails – that animal song. I have to say that the
twentieth century blessed us with some charming melodies.”
Dannika: “What’s
it like being a guard to Silver?”
Christian: “Woman
is a pain in my arse. Never guarded a woman before. A Mage, yes. Can’t say I
care for the opinionated ones.”
Dannika: “So you
don’t date strong women?”
Christian: Smirks and lowers his dark brows. “I
don’t think what I do with women would be considered dating. Women bring
nothing but trouble, and in a world of immortals, that’s a long fecking time to
be chained to someone. I like my freedom, and my job isn’t the kind that allows
for such nonsense.” His black eyes
glitter with excitement. “I don’t get serious; I just get laid.”
Dannika: (Attempts to steer the interview in a more
positive direction.) "What is your best memory from before you were turned?"
Dannika: “Cassie… the neighbor?”
Christian: “No,” he says wistfully. “My younger sister.
She was blind, and it didn’t matter that we rode that mare on a moonlit night.
It was her first time on a horse, and her face lit up like the sun. Jaysus, she was
the sweetest thing,” he murmurs.
Dannika: “Do you
regret being made a Vampire?”
Christian: “It’s
a choice, and all choices come with regrets, to be sure. I like my life, and
I’m rather fond of walking on the dirt instead of being covered in it. Wouldn’t
you say?”
Dannika: Smiles
politely, noticing his fangs are retracted. “Tell me a little bit about Vampire
blood. Silver had some, and it seems like she had a lot. Doesn’t the well run
dry?”
Christian: Snorts
and crosses his legs. “There’s magic in all Breed. Things you can’t explain.
Bleed me slow and my body compensates, but if it’s a sudden blood loss, it
takes me more time to recover. We don’t give our blood to just anyone; it’s not
like your Vampire movies where we become the sprinkler of youth. If anyone is
going to suck on me then it’s going to be—”
Dannika: “Can you
make someone a Vampire if they ingest too much blood?”
Christian: Stands up and pulls out a piece of striped
candy from his pocket. “There’s more to it than that, and it’s not
something that I can discuss with the likes of a human.”
Dannika: “How did
you feel about Silver having to drink from you for such a long time?”
Christian: “Now I
know what a teat feels like. I’m obligated to those I guard to protect their
lives, and sometimes that means doing things that end up on my list.”
Dannika: “What
list?”
Christian:
The “Things I wish I’d never done" list. He sits beside me and drops his feet on the
coffee table. I shift to my left and he just scoots right with me. “Nervous?”
he asks in a dark voice, breath warm against my ear.
Dannika: “Not
with my wooden pencil,” I say, tapping it against the notebook. “Mind sitting
in your chair?” He complies and walks
across the room, taking a seat while crunching on his candy. “You’re a
difficult man.”
Christian:
“That’s not the adjective that most women use when describing me but yes, I am.
I protect lives and I’m treated like a second-class citizen. I’ve guarded one
too many dolts who didn’t deserve to grace the earth with their presence, but I
do it because I’m hired to, and I take my job seriously. It’s a privilege to
guard a life, and sometimes I think I value it more than they do. If I’m
difficult, it’s because I have to be. It’s how the job gets done.”
Dannika: “Do you
think you’ll be doing this for the rest of your life?”
Christian: Wads
up the candy wrapper and places it in his pocket. “Forever is a long time. If the
opportunity for something else came up, I can’t say I’d turn it down. This is
what I know, what I’ve been doing for a long time. Why?” he asks, brows
knitting together. “Do you have another offer?”
Dannika: “Not at
this time, I’m afraid. I’d like to thank you for the interview and allowing my
readers to know more about you. As a guard, do you have any words of wisdom
that you want to part with?”
Christian: Widens
his legs and laces his fingers together behind his head.
“Do whatever I say; no questions asked.”
“Do whatever I say; no questions asked.”
Thanks to Christian for taking time out from shagging a stewardess for this interview.