My question for (little) Emily is “What does she think about Wyatt?” Because she has to have noticed that Wyatt attached himself to her in school. Is she happy with him protecting her from school bullies?
I am still without a house but I am working hard to get A Wolf’s Obsession complete. I’ve done another two chapters since the last time I posted here but I am looking for inspiration and so I look to you. I’ve decided to do character interviews but I’m not going to be asking the questions that I leave to you.
After reading the first chapter are there any questions you have for the characters?
Here’s what I was thinking. If you have a question then you just leave a comment with your question and the characters will be more than happy to answer them for you!
I’ve got to go and hassle an estate agent and work on the next chapter.
My name is Tricia Schneider and I’m a paranormal romance author. 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.
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About the Author:
Tricia Schneider is an author of paranormal and gothic romance fiction. Before the supernatural took possession of her pen, she worked in a bookstore as Assistant Manager and bookseller. Now she writes full-time while raising her 3 children. She lives in the coal country of Pennsylvania with her WWII re-enactor husband.
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or her website: http://www.triciaschneider.com
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.
I guess I’m supposed to be talking about TRINITY, A Brethren Novel, but really, why would I want to acknowledge the Brethrens’ immortal existence when I’m more appealing and immortal, too? All right! So they look prettier than me. And women swoon over them. I used to look like them… once. Before I gained immeasurable power, that is. I’d much rather look like I do now. I scare the crap out of people and that suits me just fine. Not sure if it’s my razor sharp needle-like teeth, or the thorny protrusions all over my body that does it. It could be my charming personality. Whatever kills them, though, it’s all good to me.
Hey, I know you. You like sarcasm, a sharp wit, and bad demons. I come by all that naturally. When others are dying for Michael and Raphael trading cards, you’ll be clamoring for one of ME! Embrace your inner demon… start an Agremon fan club in your neighborhood. I promise to give you anything your measly, human heart desires. Now, get the hell out of here! You’ve wasted enough my time! Hell, I guess I should tell you to read Trinity, A Brethren Novel. But NOT for the Brethren! Read it because I’M in it!
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