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!
Dannika Dark Books