Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Reader Questions

I opened up the floor for reader questions in one of the Mageri groups on Facebook. Since I knocked out a bit of editing this morning and plan to go out to lunch, I thought I'd put aside my work and answer a few of them here. Randomly selected since I can't answer them all:

Q: In the Breed world, do the children attend normal schools or are they educated in Breed run schools and where will Maizy go to school?

A: This is addressed a little in books to be released. In my mind, there is no hard and fast rule because it depends on the family. Since there is an overall dislike toward humans, most of them have their own homeschooling set up, but it would always vary based on the individuals or community. Relics are more likely to go to human schools, even colleges.

Q: It was mentioned in Seven Years that Mage's are immortal, how is what they are different compared to the shifters. Cause we know they can die, right!?

A: Yes, a Mage is immortal as far as the word "immortal" goes. They do not age and they can rejuvinate through healing. They are called immortal, just as Vampires, because they have the potential to live forever. But like Achilles, everyone has a weakness and we can all die. The Mageri series makes mention of how a Mage can die, and one way is beheading. Shifters do age, but very slowly. Their lifespan varies based on the individual or even the strength of their genetic line, just as Chitahs. Shifters can also heal through shifting, however if they cannot shift and heal themselves, then that poses a problem.

Q: Will there be any Gemini in this series? 

A: That I can't say as I keep very tight-lipped in regards to all questions about future books. But I have written a stand-alone book about a Gemini which I hope to publish one day. I created the world, introduced you to some of the Breeds, but now the Mageri world is my playground and through each series I release, you will learn so much more about different Breeds from different perspectives. I will say that you will see more of a diverse cast through my urban fantasy books than paranormal romances.

Q: I am just in love with this world! Is there going to be cross over between the two series (Seven Years & The Mageri Series)? I just want to know if I should stop fantasizing about it!!

A: As it stands, yes, there will be a connection between the two books. The idea came to me a little while back when I was fleshing out the plot line for a future book. Seven series only fans won't know the difference, Mageri fans will get it and really enjoy it. I can't detail this out any further.

Q: I know that even you have to wait to find out where the story goes as you write them, but when you mapped out the Seven series to be six (or seven) books, did you decide before hand what each book was going to be about? Or did you just planned on the titles and will find out where it all goes as you write each one of them?

A: I am very much a pantser vs plotter, however I do get the foundation of an idea for future books while I'm writing current ones. I make notes, but sometimes those go out the window when I begin writing. I will say that what happens in book 3 was never meant to be. From the very first page of Five Weeks, the book took a complete left turn from what I had initially planned. So much for that. So in away, I have the ideas, but to some degree, the story becomes larger than me and determines its own fate. The titles will work themselves into the story as I go. As it stands, I have no idea who will be in book 5-6 (I know who, just not the order) I do have an idea on the final book.

Q: If you were to come up with a new Breed to introduce what would it be called? And what would their abilities be?

A: I have no idea! Making up a new Breed and name is more challenging than it seems. I conceived of: Chitahs, Relics, and Geminis. And while not technically considered a "Breed", let's not forget the new one in SEVEN YEARS mentioned. Won't say as it's a spoiler. If you can't remember, then time for a re-read. Everything else I put my own spin on (Mage, Vampire, Shifter, etc). However, there is a Breed no one has yet scene that has their own series (the last one I wrote before I began publishing). It is somewhat of an existing paranormal breed that is rarely written about, and I've put my own spin on it. But I can't divulge in any details.

What inspired you to write Maizy's character?

A: I'm not sure. The first book of any series is a true pantser book, and it wasn't until I hit that scene and Lexi was looking at the house that Maizy came bounding out the door. I didn't know the relation she was to Lexi until I began writing the scene. Perhaps I've taken a small piece of every child I've known in my life and  inserted them into that little girl, so full of life and spirit. The child who still believes in magic and fairytales.

If you have any questions, shoot them over to me and I'll add them to a list. I kept the others from this discussion and will see which ones I can address at a later time. Hope you enjoyed a little insight.

Friday, November 1, 2013

Reader email


Every so often, I receive an email that makes me sit back, finding it hard to concentrate. I've always taken care of how I write any "traumatic" event in my books. I deal with it as realistically as I can, and as true to the character as I can, without it detracting from the main story. I'm always cognizant that there are readers who might have gone through something similar. But each layer of of the story enriches the characters, gives them direction, and shows where they came from. So they become necessary evils to the story.

At the end of the day, it's urban fantasy/paranormal romance, and I want readers to come away from the story feeling entertained. Today I received an email that brought tears to my eyes. It's no the first time that's happened with readers, but I wanted to share this email because I'm hoping that it will inspire someone out there to change their life. Whether it's something you're going through or have gone through, or maybe someone you know.

The message below contains spoilers to SEVEN YEARS, so if you haven't read the book and don't want to see any spoilers, then come back. I wanted to take just a moment to get serious, because I've learned that sometimes the smallest things we think don't matter, actually do. So maybe posting this will matter to someone.

Upon her request, I have changed the names. Thank you "Sarah" for sharing your story or survival and hope and allowing me to give you a voice.


  I am almost done reading "Seven Years" for the second time.  Your craft in writing (not to mention steamy covers) is superb.  ...You make the reader care about the characters.  They come alive.  I have a special place in my heart for Alexia.  You see, I was that abused woman in her apartment.

  A long time ago when I was 22, my ex-boyfriend tried to kill me and almost succeeded.  He strangled me twice, nearly killing me the second time.  My best friend was in the next room, heard the struggle the first time and with the help of another friend peeled him off.  As she held me, comforting me, he lunged a second time and wrapped his hands around my throat.  That time I lost consciousness.  My friend tells me my tongue and eventually my face turned black.  Again, they pulled him off me and this time they managed to get him out of the room.  The police showed up and removed him from our apartment. 

  John was a big guy with large muscles and I was a tiny 5'2" 125lb waitress.  I went to the police, swore out a complaint, they photographed my eye where I had hemorrhaging and my neck that had a perfect set of hand sized bruises with lines of broken blood vessels from the space between his fingers.  I also obtained a protective order.  Later, when he was tried, he received a six month suspended sentence, $100 fine and six months of probation. 

  I am telling you all of this because it happened in 1984 and your book, so beautifully written, triggered me.  Therapy then and a couple years ago has helped me be a well adjusted mama to three great kids.  But, your writing brought up stuff I had forgotten.  If you did not write this based on your own experience or of someone close to you, I will eat my shoe.  Thank you for capturing in living color what it means to fight for your life.  Thank you for showing Alexia's irrational reaction to Austin's wolf when she remembered.  Thank you for this line in reference to her heeled neck: "the emotional ones left behind became fingerprints that would never wash away."  That is such a poetic way to describe the PTSD I still have when just the right set of events combine. 

  You truly are a rising star in the writing world.  And, thank you for giving voice to abused women, including me.  



Author's note:

Lexi's story in SEVEN YEARS is not specifically one of abuse, but of someone who survived Breakup Violence. Sometimes there are no signs of abuse in the relationship, but an individual can snap after the separation.  I didn't write Seven Years with any intention of it being a heavy read, in fact, it's a fun read with a lot of humor. But every story I write touches on at least one serious issue, and I try to handle it with care.

I wanted to share Sarah's story so we can remember how some of the events we read about in books are someone's real life story. Maybe even yours. Please use the Internet as a source of information and talk to someone. There are a number of websites that give the warning signs of someone in an abusive relationship, or may offer you help numbers to get you out of one. Women like Sarah are an inspiration because they are survivors, not victims. They have gone on to raise families and give back, so remember there is always hope. Never feel like you are alone. People like Sarah's friends who were there to help are heroes. I commend her for having the courage to talk about what happened to her, and not just that, but her followup email that touched on the positive things she took out of her experience.


Monday, June 24, 2013

Logan Cross email

This is an older email from Logan Cross I'm moving to my site. Enjoy!

It’s just after two in the morning and I’m sitting at my desk in the hidden control room of my condo. I’ve kept my life locked away in this closet for as long as I’ve lived here, as it is a part of a past I’ve chosen to leave behind. Along the walls are shelves that contain everything from flash drives and weapons to binoculars. Who was I?

A man for hire. Chitahs are skilled hunters, and are hired by all. But my natural enemy is a Mage, and those were the men who I’ve spent most of my life tracking down. It began with the one who murdered my female, and I have never trusted their kind, so it was a pleasure to hunt them. The money was good, and I had nothing to live for.

As I type this letter to you, my eyes are drifting over to one of the security monitors on my desk. I can see my empty bedroom with the large mattress on the floor. There’s enough light coming in from the window that shines on my lover’s skin. She is stunning with her raven-colored hair spread across the pillow, long legs, and emerald eyes that wake me in my dreams. Her smile quickens my heart, and her words weaken what thread of willpower that I hold to keep from devouring her as a male should a female. She is intelligent, flawed, and filled with compassion.

She is also a Mage.

There are many Breeds that live in secret from humans, and most of them are divided. Prejudices often filter out through the human generations, but with immortals, that is not so easy. If a man who grew up in the middle ages spent five hundred years with a certain belief, changes within the last hundred years hardly makes a dent in the way he sees the world. Fear is at the root of hate, and with the Breed, there is much to fear. We are each powerful in different ways. A Vampire can pull the truth, therefore most do not trust them and hide their eyes. A Chitah can kill a Mage with one bite, therefore a Mage will never trust a Chitah. Shifters were kept as slaves and only recently became liberated. Because they are one of the few who can have children and still live an extended life, most think that they will overpopulate, therefore it is not uncommon that stories surface about Shifter’s exterminated, gone missing, or even sold on the black market.

We are all born into this world and most accept the facts as they are, doing little to change them, for what measure of impact can one man have? The only true outsiders are Mage and Vampires, as those Breeds are the only ones who make one of their own from humans. But most of the humans they bring in are conditioned.

That’s where my female, Silver, is the exception. She was forced into this world, and she is very resistant to our laws and way of life. She has opened my eyes to believing that change can happen, and that the sins of my past stemmed from anger. Those actions, I now realize, will never be justified. While most of the men I took out were evil to the core, my actions were no less evil as I took pleasure in every kill. Can a man step out of the darkness and into the light? I don’t know, but the more I am in the presence of the Mage who is sleeping in my T-shirt, the more I feel that light shining on me. Will we face challenges? Yes. But it’s not love unless you make sacrifices.

My female stirs, so I must go.

Logan Cross

Friday, June 14, 2013

Bonus Scene from Gravity

There's a line that grabbed me in "Gravity". Each time I read it, I kept wondering what the heck happened with those two. So much so, that I decided to write it. Here's a little context:

Novis sent Christian to question Grady and try to extract information from him. Logan was sent along as backup. I know, right?

The bonus scene below is lightly edited, meaning I didn't send it to my editor. She books in advance and this is just for fun. Should it end up in a future book, it'll go through the full treatment.

Here is the line that inspired it all:

“Your fella was a real joy to travel with. I thought you were a barrel of monkeys, but that one is the whole fecking zoo.”

When it was discovered that Grady – the Mage who seduced Silver’s mother – was not living far from Cognito, Novis sent Christian to question him. Logan was asked to accompany the Vampire as backup, as he was already privy to information on the case. Using his keen sense of smell, Logan’s instructions were to stand guard outside the door while Christian charmed Grady for information.

Prior to their arrival on the East Coast, Logan and Christian boarded a plane.

Ladies and gentlemen, the Captain has turned off the Fasten Seat Belt sign, and you may now move around the cabin.

“Fecking hell,” Christian muttered, unbuckling his belt and stretching his legs in the aisle. “Comfy?” A grin spread across his face as he glanced over at Logan, cramped in the window seat. Their flight was packed and unfortunately, the only seats available were on the aisle that only had two seats, so they didn’t even have a buffer chair between them.
Logan removed the silver wrapper from his gum, folded the stick on his tongue, and dropped the paper on the floor.
Christian cut him a sharp glare. “Well, aren’t we the litterbug?”
“They have people who clean the floors,” Logan pointed out.
The Vampire bent over, nearly putting his head in Logan’s lap as he reached for the tiny piece of trash and sat upright. After tucking it into his shirt pocket, he scraped his hand through his dark brown hair and winked at a flight attendant.
“You should show females more respect,” Logan suggested.
Christian lifted his hips and grabbed his crotch. “I have something much better to show them. Why don’t you mind your own business before I drain you?”
Logan stirred with annoyance that he couldn’t pick up the Vampire’s scent. A Chitah had the ability to pick up emotional scents, and the flavors would settle on their tongue with a mixture of undertones. He knew when someone was distressed that appeared joyous, and he could always scent anger and fear like a sharp sting to his nostrils. But with Vampires, they carried no scent. Logan could only rely on the tenor of his voice, as words rarely held truth.
He suspected Christian’s ego was bruised by having a Chitah escort him as his guard. Vampires could be cocky like that, but Christian was the kind of man who didn’t think he needed a second hand.
Even though Silver was attacked, blinded, and almost killed by Tarek under his watch.
Despite Logan’s respect for what Christian has done since in fulfilling his duties to the utmost by protecting and guarding Silver on a daily basis, which he did, Logan couldn’t help but feel…
annoyed by his presence.
There was darkness in his eyes and a shift in his lip whenever Silver walked into a room. Logan had been around long enough to know that look from a Vampire, and it often occurred with their younglings. When they made a new Vampire, they felt a sense of entitlement to them, as a Creator does to their Learner. Christian didn’t cross Silver over to the dark side—not that he could since it was unheard of to change other Breeds to a Vampire—but the blood sharing that took place between them was excessive. It saved her life, but Logan wondered if this would become a problem down the line.
“Can I get you gentlemen anything to drink?” a young woman politely asked. She had her hair pulled back as neat as a pin—her features punctuated with ruby lipstick and a silver cross that hung from her neck as she bent over.
Christian reached out, letting the chain slide through his fingers. “A dandy would be dandy.”
“I’m sorry?”
His white teeth glimmered behind his short beard. “Whiskey, lass. Perhaps later I’ll have a taste for something else,” he said suggestively.
As she sauntered off, Logan struck him in the chest. “Knock it off or I’ll tie you to the wing.”
“I could use a breeze,” Christian said unaffected. “Especially with the pungent smell of Chitah.”
“My hope is that you can complete your job efficiently so we can cut this trip as short as possible,” Logan said, shifting his knees to the right as a cramp developed in his long legs.
He could hear the bristly sound of the Vampire scratching at the stubble that grew down his neck. “I’m the best at what I do, Chitah. Rest assured I’ll extract whatever information that battery is hiding.”
“Hope you do a better job than extracting your foot from your mouth as it spends a lot of time in there.”
Logan fished a band out of his pocket and tied his hair back at the nape of his neck. He disliked airplanes because the confined space often brought up a rich array of emotions—especially the longer the flight got and the more restless people became. And most especially when there was a delay.
“Here you are, sir.”
“Ah, lovely,” Christian said, knocking back his drink in one shot. His eyes roamed over the curve of her hips and down to her tan legs. He looked like trouble with his dark pants, black shoes, and long-sleeved black shirt with the neck cut off to make it wider.
“Another would be grand,” he said, charming her with his eyes. She compliantly turned away and he leaned in the aisle to watch her walk. Christian pinched his lips together and chuckled darkly.
“Why bother with apparel if you’re going to botch it up with scissors?”
Christian tugged at his neckline and pulled off a loose thread. “To stand out less, you numpty. As a guard, if I’m neat and tidy all the time and hanging outside on the street, I get noticed. Rough me up a little and I look like a vagabond. Plus, the ladies like easy access to suck on my neck.”
“But not bite,” Logan pointed out, knowing that Vampires did not spill blood for consumption as the movies often portrayed.
“I much prefer a good suck,” he replied in a wooden voice. “Your girlfriend knows all about that.”
Logan narrowed his eyes and leaned in close. So close his nose touched Christian’s face. Vampire or not, a Chitah intimidated him.
“Speak of Silver or disrespect another female, and I’ll take you down right here on this airplane. Do not test my word.”
Christian snorted and leaned away. “In the airplane? Right here in second class? Aye, you dwell on the past far too much. My blood rides in her veins, and a part of me will always be inside of her. I bet that bothers you, doesn’t it? Know that I’m inside your woman.”
Logan clamped his hand around Christian’s throat. “Test me.”
“Unhand me, Chitah, or I will break your arms.”
“You won’t, because that would violate the law by making a public display of your power in front of humans.”
Christian peeled back his lips and looked at Logan with his black eyes. Logan quickly lowered his gaze to Christian’s mouth to prevent being influenced by suggestion.
“Think I care about these cocktails?” he said in quiet words. “Feck the law.”
Passengers were turning around to look at them.
Logan removed his hand and Christian huffed out a breath. “Chitahs and their hissy fits. I have no time for this.”
Logan sat back coolly and pulled out his package of gum while the Vampire to his right tightened a shoelace on his boot. After removing the gum from the wrappers, Logan wadded each one of them up in little balls and began flicking them around the cabin. The last one sailed by Christian’s nose and he catapulted to his feet.
“I should give you a thick ear, but you are a peculiar man and I’d rather not waste my breath,” he said, crawling on the floor and picking up every last piece of trash that had rolled into tight spaces.
When he reached between an elderly women’s legs, she slapped him over the head with her paperback book.
“Jaysus wept!” he yelled out.
“Sir, I’m afraid you’re going to have to sit down,” the flight attended urged.
Christian rose to his feet and tucked the last wrapper in his shirt pocket, cupping the woman around the nape of her neck. “You are a fetching woman,” he said in smooth words. “Mind escorting me to the toilet? I seem to have lost my way.”
“Do you have an air marshal on board? Logan asked. “Maybe you should call him.
“And maybe you should put a cork in your arse,” Christian said, not breaking eye contact with the flight attendant who fell under his spell. She took his hand as if he were a child and led him to the front of the plane.
Logan waited impatiently, tapping his foot against the seat in front of him.
“Cut that out,” a guy said, glaring at him over the seat. “Kick that seat one more time and I’ll report you.”
He glared at the man so hard that it caused him to widen his eyes and quietly slip back into his seat. Logan stared at his watch; five minutes had passed.
Finally, he launched out of his seat and stalked up the aisle. He reached the bathroom door and began with a single knock. When he smelled sex, he kicked the door in.
The flight attendant was on her knees—not that Logan could see her very well with Christian’s back to the door.
“Does anyone have something made out of cedar?” Logan shouted into the crowd. He didn’t care that Christian heard him.
Everyone in the cabin looked up at a man whose head could have touched the top of the plane. Logan didn’t scent any aggression or adrenaline, so he knew an air marshal was not board. Logan spotted the right kind of pencil and snatched it from a man working a crossword.
“I’ll return it.”
He spun on his heel and just as he raised his arm to drive it into Christian’s back, the Vampire spun around and shoved him across the aisle.
“Jaysus wept!” Christian shouted. “Your fecking teeth,” he grumbled at the woman as he zipped up his trousers. When he stepped forward, Logan’s foot shot out unexpectedly and kicked him right in the silver dollars.
Christian fell to his knees and moaned.
Logan grabbed a tuft of his hair and threw him down the aisle. “I warned you about disrespecting females in my presence and using your gift dishonestly.”
“Must have missed that in the handbook,” Christian grumbled.
From the corner of his eye, Logan spotted the flight attendant looking quite baffled as she straightened out her shirt and suddenly slammed herself in the bathroom. The water began to run.
Logan kicked Christian in the rear and he shot up to his feet and held out his arms wide. “Now wait a fecking minute. Nobody kicks me in me arse. Maybe the real problem with all that aggression lies in the fact you aren’t getting your yankee doodled enough by your Mage girlfriend.”
In an instant, Logan flipped his switch on board Flight 854.
A laugh peeled out of Christian before it tapered off to his dark and malicious chuckle. He glared up at the Chitah—whose four canines were extended—and looked into his black eyes. “This should be interesting to explain later on. Well, come on with you now. Bring it.”
 After their arrival, there was a delay on the tarmac. When the plane finally rolled in, everyone lined up and disembarked from the plane as the flight attendant thanked them for flying with their airlines. Smiles and friendly banter were exchanged as passengers emerged from the jetway. No one appeared troubled or in distress, showing any signs that they had just witnessed a brawl between a Chitah and a Vampire that not only demolished a service cart and three overhead compartments, but also broke a window and caused three marines to rush them, thinking they were terrorists.
Logan and Christian were the last to exit the plane. Logan’s shirt was ripped from his body and Christian held the material in the back of his pants that had been torn away.
A few people waiting for family gave them a shocked stare, while their family member seemed oblivious. The Vampire had spent thirty minutes scrubbing memories.

“You’re going to pay for putting a pencil in my arse,” Christian promised.

Logan flipped his long hair back and glanced down at him. “You looked like you could use a number two.”

© Dannika Dark 2013

Friday, May 24, 2013

Logan Cross Interview

For those who missed the interview on my IMPULSE blog tour, here is the transcript:

originally published: 12/18/2012

One of the most popular characters in the Mageri series is Logan Cross. He’s not only a Chitah, but he’s also a force to be reckoned with. Chitahs are a unique Breed that have many animalistic traits, but unlike Shifters, they do not actually change into one. They are very tall with eye colors ranging from a warm amber to a yellow citrine. They’re fast, dangerous, and if they lose control of their emotions, their switch will flip. What does that mean? Their canines come out, their eyes roll into an obsidian black, and they run on pure instinct.

So naturally, I decided to ask him if he was available for an interview.

He accepted.

In fact, without having told him where I live, he flew down from Cognito and hunted me down. I won’t lie—I’m a little nervous sitting in the same room with a Chitah. But he’s assured me that a female is safe in his presence. My furniture is far too small for Mr. Cross, so he’s made himself at home by sliding my wooden coffee table over by the back door, and is lying on his side on top of my area rug.

Dannika: “Thanks for the interview, Mr. Cross. Comfortable?”

Logan: “Call me Logan. And yes, immensely.”

Dannika: “Logan, can you tell me how it is that you found me?”

Logan: A wide smile stretches across his face, and he shifts on his right elbow. “I’m a Chitah, and tracking is what I do best. But I also have access to files and databases,” he says with a light shrug. “I was once a man for hire.”

Dannika: “Would you ever go back to that life again?”

Logan: “You never know what will push a man over the edge. I have no intentions of going back to the man I once was, but that man is still a part of me.”

Dannika: “Are all Chitah males as emotionally honest as you are?”

Logan: He sits up with one knee bent and his white shirt untucked from the right side of his loose jeans. “Only a foolish male would attempt to lie around another Chitah, because we can scent it. Speaking my mind has become a habit, but we have deceptive men among our kind who have mastered the art of twisting their words in such a way that the lie becomes truth.”

Dannika: (I scratch my shoulder nervously)

Logan: “Speak, female.” He draws in the air through his mouth and lowers his head. “You can ask me anything.”

Dannika: “I don’t mean to get personal, but I have a list of questions from some of my readers. If you’re not comfortable answering, just let me know. My question is about Silver. She seems to have trust issues. Why do you continue to pursue a woman who isn’t sure about her feelings?”

Logan: (Shifts his position so that both knees are pulled up and his arms are draped over them) “Anything worth chasing is worth having. I would have second thoughts about a female that accepted so readily. Would I have wanted her to accept the man I was when we met? I’m a better man the longer I know her. I have my past, and she has hers, and somehow we have to figure it out. I don’t know where it will lead,” he says with a pause. “Trust is a dangerous thing, and one of the greatest gifts that you can give someone. It’s fragile, like glass, and easily broken.”

Dannika: “What would your mother think of Silver if she were alive?”

Logan looks thoughtfully toward the windows. “She loved her sons, and I’m certain she would have loved anyone they brought into her life. She knew about Levi before even he did, and I sensed if he had ever brought a male home that was worthy, she would have welcomed him with open arms. But he kept that side of himself hidden for a very long time. My mother was an honorable woman, and she would have liked that Silver was giving me a run for my money.”

Dannika: “Do you see yourself having kids?”

Logan: “Having young is something every Chitah male looks forward to. That would be a great honor in my life.”

Dannika: “Would you ever consider adoption?”

Logan: (His face sours) “There are no unwanted Chitah young, aside from the human offspring. It’s unheard of, because family is important to us.” Logan reaches for the soda on the coffee table and takes a long sip. He seems uncomfortable with some of the personal questions, so I decide to switch gears.

Dannika: “What is your version of a perfect night out?”

Logan: He sets the can down and stretches out his legs, leaning on his elbow. “Jiminy, that’s a tough one. I have a private cave on some property that belongs to my family that I visit once in a while to get away. It’s also been a hideout whenever I’ve needed it. Perhaps it’s not comfortable for a female, but I could drag a mattress in there and cook her a meal over the fire. The stars are spectacular outside of the city, and once she tired of looking at the heavens, she could look into my eyes for the rest of the night.”

Dannika: “Do female Chitahs go into heat like cats?”

Logan: (Bursts out laughing and I immediately cover my face with my hands) “No, Miss Dark, I will answer this one.” After a few chuckles, Logan reaches around and pulls his hair out of the band, shaking it loose. “A female most definitely goes into heat, but only when it’s her time to mate and have young. It doesn’t come along often, but when it does, her body is primed to carry young. I don’t know anything about pet cats, but it’s one of the most exquisite scents that a female can carry.”

Dannika: “Is it painful for her?”

Logan: (He runs his tongue across his lower lip before biting it) “Mild discomfort, like muscle cramps. Her skin changes over to her unique patterns, and it’s all very brief. Some will last a few days, while for others, only a few hours.”

Dannika: “A reader wants to know if you’ll marry them.”

Logan: (Stands up and stretches his long legs) “Chitahs don’t marry—we mate.”

Dannika: I watch him pace to the window and lift the shutter, catching a glimpse of the sun lowering beneath the rooftops. “Would you risk everything for love, even your life?”

Logan: (Sighs deeply) “If you love someone enough, you’ll sacrifice everything, even if it means losing them. Your life is all you truly have to give.”

Dannika: “One last question: What’s your favorite part of a woman’s body?”

Logan: (Strolls across the room and stands directly over me, looking down his nose. Okay, I admit it, I’m flustered) “I can only choose one?” (He cocks his head to the side, a strand of hair falling in front of his face)

Dannika: “Just one.”

Logan bends over and places his warm hand across my chest. “Her heart.”

I’d like to thank Logan for taking the time to fly out for a personal interview. It’s been great getting to know a little bit more about the man behind the books!