The time has FINALLY come for my good friend and critique partner Dawna Raver's book to come out. I've seen so many different versions of this story that I'm going to have to read the whole book again before I can review it, and that's just fine with me because ARIK is HOT!
Sorry, girls, he's mine!
Anyway, you've all seen the cover, right? Well, now you've seen it again. You can buy this baby on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iTunes, Kobo, and I'm pretty sure there are other places as well. Dawna was kind enough to sit down with Arik (yumm) and interview him for this blog, so I'll let you start reading that now!
Dawna Raver: Hi Arik. Long time no see.
(
I say this trying to keep my tongue from lolling out of my mouth. The man is hot in his tight, black T-shirt and jeans. The energy radiating from him comes to me in colorful hues. It makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.)
Arik Morgaine: I've been busy. Very busy.
Dawna Raver: I'm sure. I appreciate you taking time to speak with me.
Arik Morgaine: Hmph.
(
He rolls his tourmaline-blue eyes, exasperated, but I can't help but swoon.)
Dawna Raver: So, you said you've been busy. What's going on?
Arik Morgaine: Things you couldn't possible grasp, being Mortal and all.
(
He says the word Mortal with a sneer as he leans forward, staring me down. His Irish/Swedish accent sends shivers across my skin.)
Dawna Raver: Hmm. Well, Mortal or not, how about you enlighten me anyway.
(
I stare right back at him. Gorgeous Demigod or not, I refuse to be intimated.)
Arik Morgaine: (
He sighs.) Things are going down. Unexpected things. Things that shouldn't be happening.
Dawna Raver: Oh you mean like the Changeling coming back?
(
Arik stiffens at the mention of the Changeling.)
Arik Morgaine: How do you know about that?
Dawna Raver: (
I smile.) I have my ways.
(
Considering me, he rubs his chin with hand, and one, long finger brushes over the sexy cleft in his chin.)
Arik Morgaine: The Establishment, I expect.
Dawna Raver: No, not the Establishment. But I did speak with King Finn Bheara the other day. He sends
his love.
Arik Morgaine: Ha! I'm sure. There's no love lost there. I refuse to bow to him and his two cronies until
they come clean. Admit to what's going on under their noses.
Dawna Raver: One of those cronies is your father, Týr, the infamous War God?
Arik Morgaine: Yeah. And your point?
Dawna Raver: No point. So, have you heard from your mother, Mor—?
(
He stands abruptly, and scowls down at me.)
Arik Morgaine: Do. Not. Say. Her. Name.
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I hold up my hands and look around nervously. Arik sits back down.)
Dawna Raver: Oh, okay. Um, are you afraid she might hear us?
Arik Morgaine: No. I'd just like to go a day without being reminded of who my mother is. Thankfully, I
favor my father.
Dawna Raver: Well, except for your widow's peak.
(
He runs his hand through his hair, and grimaces.)
Arik Morgaine: Yeah. Are we about done here? I have places to be, things to do.
Dawna Raver: Sure. Just one more question. Have you heard anything about the Princess? Checked up on
her? I hear your old friend Devin MacGregor is staying at her house.
Arik Morgaine: She is less than nothing to me, and he more so. This interview is over.
(
He growls and waves his hand, disappearing from sight. I suck in a surprised breath.)
Dawna Raver: Was it something I said? Darn. I wanted to ask him about his Colours. Well, maybe next
time.
I pull out a bottle of tequila and pour myself a shot. I'd hoped to do one with Arik, but he was kind of grumpy. Seriously, he has a lot on his plate to deal with. His mother alone is scary enough. No wonder he's grumpy. Oh, and don't ask me to name her. Because she might be listening, and I don't want to incur her wrath.
I take the shot then go in search of Quinn Sinclair. Hopefully, she's in a much better mood.
Krystal:
Well, that ended rather abruptly. We'll have to try catching up with Arik again soon . . . maybe in the book!
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