Archive | October 2015

Something New – Part 39

something new coverHaving accomplished their burning task of making love for the first time, Austin and Liat enjoy the afterglow.

“The question burning in everyone’s mind is—was it as good for me as it was for you?” she teased.

“I certainly hope so, or I’m completely useless.” He kissed her deeply. “Do I pass muster?”

“Oh, yes. I think you’re acceptable,” she said, trying to sound clinical and professional.

“Good. Hate to think I’d fallen down on the job.” He kissed her again, his hands fondling all the soft curves of her body. “Does this mean I can call you my girlfriend now?”

“Would you like to?”

“Very much, yes.”

“If it will make you happy, I suppose so.”

“Blissfully.”

“You really mean that, don’t you.”

“I do. I like the idea of having you for my girlfriend. You’re smart and funny—and we’re genetically compatible, which I do find is necessary for a good relationship.”

“Yes, surely you’ve had enough of alien vaginas.”

“Surely, I have.” His fingers drifted down, teasing her legs apart. “But not of yours,” he admitted with a grin. His lips made the same journey. He licked and nibbled from her mouth, down. Nudging her thighs apart, he licked her.

Liat moaned, writhing in the bed. With a grin, he continued.

Something banged against the trailer. Austin sat up, puzzled and angry. He thought at first it might be Dwight, but there was no reason for him to be here. Then, he thought it might be night security, but they had never cared if he spent the night in his trailer before. Another thud made the trailer shiver. He realized it wasn’t someone hitting his trailer, it was coming from the sound stage.

“Call security,” he said, grabbing his Sponge Bob boxers and jeans. He found a shirt and shoes.

Liat fumbled with the phone, doing her best to dial the number. Austin took his cell with him and picked up a nine iron from a set of golf clubs he rarely used. He hopped lightly on the pavement, walking toward the sound. In his mind, he knew this was foolish, but something potentially threatened Liat. He wasn’t worried about himself. He’d survived years on the street. He wasn’t afraid of much and knew he could defend himself.

The banging noise continued several more times, along with a string of loud expletives. Whoever it was didn’t care that they might be overheard. Though, if Austin and Liat hadn’t been in his trailer, he probably wouldn’t have been.

A car engine revved, followed by a squeal of tires. An almighty crash echoed through the night. The walls of the sound stage shuddered. Austin dodged The Magician logo as it fell, crashing to the pavement a few feet away, in a shower of glass and shattered plastic. He turned away, shielding his face. He felt the glass sting his back. That didn’t stop him. He dashed into the building behind the intruder.

Liat rushed to the door, wanting to scream when she saw the sign fall. She kept still, knowing that Austin’s safety depended on her silence. Whoever it was didn’t know they were there. She’d made sure to tell security to approach silently. She could see Austin outlined by the streetlights that dotted the studio compound. He disappeared around the corner of the building, golf club raised.

A black SUV trimmed in gold, with sparkling spinners, sat in the wreckage of what had been the garage door they used to move big set pieces in and out. Torn metal and battered lights hung from the wall and ceiling. Electricity crackled and popped. Wishing he knew where the breaker box was, Austin moved quietly, circling the SUV to come up on the passenger side. He jumped forward, opening the door, but the vehicle was empty. The airbags had deployed, cracking the windshield. Smoke filled the interior.

Austin backed away. He heard more cursing. A deep male voice bellowed from the far side of the building, where the special effects equipment was kept. Tracking the sound, Austin crept across the floor, skirting set pieces and furniture.

“Aha! Bastard!”

Irving. Why am I not surprised?

Easing closer, Austin tried to see what the former director was doing. He had a hammer and was going after the lock on the explosives cabinet. The special effects director was particular that everything was locked up tightly every night. Very little was kept on the sound stage itself, but there were enough explosives there to start a sizable fire. He knew there were likely to be other volatile substances around. In a self-contained little world like this, any manner of chemicals could be found.

Where are the damn security men?

The lock finally gave way. With a shout of glee, Irving opened the doors. He started grabbing bottles and boxes. He knocked things off the table near him, piling everything on it. Austin made up his mind to act. He couldn’t wait for security.

What would The Magician do? He’d do something clever and shag the girl. Think, man!

Working his way forward, he did his best to come up behind Irving. Taking out his phone, he found the button to turn on the flashlight. When he was in position, he spoke.

“Oi, mate!”

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One Night in Daytona Beach – Excerpt from Chapter 4

One_Night_in_Daytona_Beach_by_Dellani_Oakes - 200Jamie doesn’t know many details, but she’s aware that Draven is involved in something that he can’t talk about. All that he’s said is he’s doing a favor for a friend and it means getting involved with a skeevy biker gang run by a man named Moose. Needing help, Draven goes to the one person he knows implicitly that he can trust, Agent Charlene Fitzgerald.

The constant rumble of motorcycles was muted here, but still present. It didn’t seem that any city in the proximity of Daytona escaped the noise of thousands of motors. The imposing shape of a dark-paned SUV sat on the side the road. Draven’s phone buzzed, flashing a text that came from a number he didn’t recognize. Since it was a coded message that only Charlene would send, he smiled.

Jamie glanced at it, puzzled. It was a strange image: CKN@@. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s Charlene. Our private code. It stands for Cock ‘n’ balls.”

“Do I want to know why?”

“It loses some of the humor if I explain. All of it, in fact.”

The lights on the SUV flashed once and it rolled over to them, headlights off. The back door opened, the dome light absent.

They had to take a chance that it was Charlene. They had no other choice.

Draven climbed in first, keeping Jamie back until he was sure. When he saw Charlene’s smiling face, and the back of her partner’s head, he held out his hand. Jamie jumped quickly in and shut the door. The SUV took off with silent power.

“I know you didn’t kill him,” Charlene said calmly, after introducing herself to Jamie. “So tell me what happened.”

Draven gave her a detailed report. The driver, a huge black man named Bramlett, nodded.

“Now Erickson wants my hide on his wall,” Draven said.

“Erickson’s an idiot of the first order,” Bramlett rumbled. “If we’d had our way, we’d have been handling this, but your friendship is well known.”

“We were able to intercept the report,” Charlene said. “It looks very bad, Draven.”

“I’m aware of that. I screwed up. I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Erickson failed to properly protect his asset. You could have been seriously hurt by Moose’s men. Did you give the panic phrase?”

I don’t play nice with others,” Draven replied. “Yes. Twice.”

“Something isn’t right. He should have come in with a full team at that point.”

“If you ask my opinion,” Jamie said, “it sounds like Erickson’s an idiot, or seriously incompetent. I’m not ruling out the possibility that he’s up to his dick in dirt.”

© 2015 Dellani Oakes

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Something New – Part 38

something new coverHeat Alert! This scene is spicy. If you are offended by intimate displays on the page, then please wait for episode #39. If you enjoy heating it up, read on! Not appropriate or intended for readers under 17.

Finally done with their interviews, given a few quiet hours, Austin and Liat decide to keep the promises they’ve made one another all week.

“Did you get these just for tonight? Did you plan this?”

“No. I’ve had them ages. Never got to use them with my last girlfriend. She only wanted to date me cause I’m famous. Unfortunately, dating, in her mind, didn’t include sex.”

“Poor you,” Liat said, tearing the box open.

“Just as well, she’d probably have given me some unspeakable disease.”

She’d just torn a packet off and was about to open it, when her eyes narrowed. “Do I need to worry?”

“What about? Oh! No. Fresh as a daisy.”

She held the packet. His eyes focused on it helplessly, as if his entire life depended upon what she did with that little packet. His desperate expression made her want to laugh, but she didn’t. She’d made up her mind and wasn’t going to back out. Relenting, she tugged his Sponge Bob boxers down and tore open the packet.

“Shall I do the honors?”

“Yes, please!” he begged.

Austin moaned as Liat’s hands touched him for the first time. Determined not to be the only one naked, he nearly ripped her panties in his haste to take them off. He scrambled back on the bed, tossing aside the duvet as he invited her to lie down. With the remote, he dimmed the lights, leaving indirect sconces lit. An amber glow bathed their bodies. He traced the light and shadows on her body.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed. “It’s hard to believe you’re here with me. How am I so incredibly lucky?”

“I’ve been asking myself that since you rescued me from Irving.”

He reached for her and she slid close, her leg over his hips. He put his knee between her legs, feeling her wet heat. Austin hardly knew what to do with his hands and mouth first. There were so many lovely, soft things to fondle and play with. Forcing himself to concentrate, he kissed and licked her throat, his lips dropping to her collar bone. As his mouth drifted to one breast, his hand went to the other.

Liat moaned, shivering as he hit a particularly good spot. She wrapped her leg around his, riding it slowly. A gush of moisture almost undid him. He wanted to take her fast, but controlled himself. This was their first time and he was determined to make it special for her. Letting her set the pace, he contented himself with making her moan.

She took his hand, directing him between her legs. He happily complied. She rode his fingers eagerly, laughing and gasping. Deciding that he wanted to have as much fun as she was, Austin rolled Liat on her back. She opened to him, kissing him deeply as he lunged into her. He stopped halfway, stunned by the feel of her. It took his breath away for a moment.

Liat wrapped her legs around his hips, thrusting upward so he was buried deep inside her. Her hands clasped his ass and she set the pace she wanted with little bouncing movements. Taking the hint, Austin complied. She felt even better when he moved—almost too good. He’d lied to Dwight about how long it had been since he’d had sex. The last girlfriend hadn’t been forthcoming, more interested in parties and being seen with him, than having sex. It had been so long, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been with anyone. Austin buried his face in her cleavage, licking and sucking as his hips bounced against hers.

Liat’s voice caught and she moved faster beneath him. “More,” she begged. “Now!”

Austin started moving more quickly. Suddenly, she clamped down so hard with her pelvic muscles, he could hardly move.

“Ease up, Love,” he gasped. “Can’t move!”

She relaxed a little. He felt his climax nearing. He hoped she was ready, he was past the point of no return. Groaning, he came, shivering with pleasure as he thrust into her rapidly.

“Liat!”

She tried to scream, but didn’t have the breath to sustain it long. Instead, she gasped and panted as her orgasm began. She called his name as it hit, bathing her in warmth from head to toes. She clamped down on Austin’s ass with both hands, raising her hips, grinding them against his as the last wave hit her. She held him as it stilled and faded. Sighing with delight, she kissed him deeply.

Austin returned the kiss, wiggling his hips against hers. She laughed as another tiny tingle worked its way out. He flopped on his side, grinning.

“Bloody marvelous,” he said, giving her a kiss.

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Sea of Destiny – Part 40

sea of destiny coverKyle talks to Carmelita about what happened between him and Vera. He knows he must tell Emily, but isn’t sure how. Just when he’s feeling the most sorry for himself, his phone rings. It’s Dr. West giving him an update on Emily.

“That’s wonderful news! Can I talk to her?”

“She’s sleeping right now.” Kyle heard doors close and knew the doctor had gone somewhere private, probably the study. “What happened to you last night? She woke up about midnight asking for you and you couldn’t be found.”

“I’d rather not talk about it.”

There was an ominous silence. “If you did anything to setback Emily’s recovery, I may be forced to intervene.”

“I’m not talking to you about it until I’ve talked to her.”

“But you will talk to her about it.”

“Doctor, I had an epiphany last night, followed by the stupidest moment I’ve had in fifteen years. I care deeply for Emily and I’m worried sick because what I have to tell her is going to hurt her.”

“Has this to do with her healing?”

“No, sir. But it could damn well interfere.”

“I think you’d better tell me, Kyle.”

“I can’t do that, Thad.”

“If it concerns Emily….”

“Very indirectly. Look, I have to get outside and see my kids. I have to think of a good story for why I was gone overnight and that’s not going to be easy. So please, let’s table this discussion until I’m a little less hung over.”

“Alright. But we will continue this discussion.”

“Yes.”

“Before you tell Emily.”

Kyle said nothing either to confirm or deny. Instead, he hung up, took a fistful of aspirin and went to find his children.

Mindy was delighted to see him. Randy was somewhat less enthusiastic. Cindy’s eyes held an accusation he couldn’t ignore. She had the penetrating blue eyes of his mother. He couldn’t lie to either of them because they saw into his soul. While she peeled away the layers of his psyche, he played with Mindy and watched Randy swim laps in the pool. His eldest child sat apart, talking to some of her teen friends, purposely aloof and withdrawn. To the casual observer she wouldn’t seem all that different from her peers.

Kyle could see she held herself a bit too erect, pitched her voice artificially high and squealed over things that Cindy would never get excited about. He noticed Adam hovering nearby and made a point of gravitating toward the young man when they were both alone. By the set of his shoulders, he knew something was troubling the kid. Did he know? Had he guessed? Had Carmelita or Cindy said something? Had his actions given him away? Full of questions, he walked over to the younger man.

“Good morning.”

“Better one for me than you. You look hungover to hell.”

“Pretty much.”

“The way you were slamming back those shots of Cuervo, I’m not surprised.”

Kyle closed his eyes, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Busted.”

“You said you care about her,” Adam said through gritted teeth. “Falling in love, wasn’t that what you said? Then I see you all over another woman!” He wasn’t yelling, trying not to make a scene.

Taking him by the arm, Kyle led him further away from the crowd, looking for an emptier place to talk. They walked aft until they found a place free of people.

“I’m going to explain because I don’t want you saying anything to Emily until I have a chance to tell her. I will tell her, you have my word on that.”

“Like that makes any difference!”

“Look, kid. I don’t claim to be perfect. But I do care for Emily, a lot more than you might think. I was with that woman, I don’t deny it. I got drunk off my ass on tequila, something I do not recommend, and I lost my head. I had some of the worst news in my life and I wasn’t coping well.”

“But Emily’s okay?”

“It had nothing to do with her. She’s great. She’s better than great. And if what I’ve done hasn’t totally blown the chance I had with her, we’ll be great together.”

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Interview with Jamie Humphrey – One Night in Daytona Beach

One_Night_in_Daytona_Beach_by_Dellani_Oakes - 200What is your name?

Jamie Humphrey, short for Jessamine, but I don’t tell anyone that. Shh….

What do you want most?

Sometimes life kicks a dream right out of you. That happened to me when my dad moved us right after prom. I was happy here with Draven…. But now, I’ve got him back and I’m not leaving anymore.

Why is this so important to you?

I’ve been in love with Draven since we were sixteen. When his show came out, I started his first fan club, Draven’s Ravens, and I have been telling him, in secret, how much I love him. Now, he knows it in person and we can build a life together.

What makes you happy or sad?

Having Draven jump into my life again makes me extremely happy. Knowing we could die any second, not so much.

How do you treat the people in your life?

I do my best to be a good person. I go out of my way to be polite. But if someone doesn’t return the favor and gets ugly, well, it’s on.

Can people count on you?

Yes, you bet! I’m always ready to lend a hand, help a friend, do a favor. I don’t expect anything but thanks in return.

What makes you angry?

Got an hour? This stinking biker gang, for one. I do mean that they stink. Don’t they know what showers are for? Gross! They smell like armpits, cigarette smoke and stale bear. Sheesh, bathe! And while you’re at it, stop chasing us, okay?

Do you stand up for your beliefs?

Yes. What good is having morals and standards if you don’t back them up? I try to pass that on to my students. I hope that presents a positive influence.

What excites you?

Draven Wick! He has since we were sixteen. Of course, then I couldn’t do a thing about it. Now, I can. Being an adult has its perks.

What do you do for a living?

I’m a gymnastics and dance instructor. I do side jobs as a model, especially during Bike Week or Biketoberfest. I also bar tend when I need extra cash.

What kind of books do you like?

I love books with a happy ending. I don’t like reading things that make me cry.

What kind of music do you enjoy?

I’m a rock baby. One thing my dad did was give me good taste in music. He had his Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Deep Purple, Hendrix…. I listen to all that. I found some other bands on my own, but I started with the kings of rock.

What’s the one thing you’d most like to do before you die?

I want to marry Draven and have his babies. I know that sounds all soppy and girlie, but I can’t imagine anything better than that.

If you could, what’s one thing you’d change about yourself?

I’m happy with who I am. Life is changing for the better. I’d love to get away from the stinky bikers, though. Seriously, dudes, take a bath!

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Something New – Part 37

something new coverHeat Alert! This scene is somewhat spicy. If such things get your pulse racing, go for it. If you’re offended by intimate displays on the page, please wait for episode #39, because the next episode is hot too. Not intended for readers under 17.

Their interviews over, Austin and Liat end up at the studio at his trailer. They’ve made promises to one another all week. Now, they are finally alone.

The sound stage was silent. It was still early in the day, but they had finally come to a spot where they could no longer film around Liat and Austin, so Sandy gave them a day off.

“I want to change,” Liat said. “I have a bag in my car.”

“Come on in. That sounds like a spiffy idea.”

“Spiffy?” Liat smirked, scoffing at him.

“I sense disapproval of my word choice, Miss Vogel.”

“Since when does anyone under sixty say spiffy?”

“I thought I’d start a new trend.” He unlocked his trailer and led her inside.

Normally, he didn’t lock his trailer during the day, since he’d been gone so much lately, he’d taken to locking it. He latched the door behind them, feeling slightly vulnerable with no one else around.

“I’m going to start tea. I’ve got some biscuits,” he called after her as she went to the bedroom.

“Sounds grand!”

He puttered around in the kitchen, starting the tea kettle and setting out mugs. Liat came out in soft yoga pants and a loose sweater. Austin thought she looked more beautiful in that than she did in a fancy dress. He couldn’t stop staring.

“Go get comfy. I’ll watch the tea kettle.”

Nodding speechlessly, he went to his room and changed into jeans and a T-shirt before heading back out. He was barefoot, nearly silent. Liat didn’t hear him as he came out. He stood a few feet away, watching her. She fit into his life so smoothly, carving out a niche in his heart without even trying. Her movements in his tiny kitchen, were dance-like. He couldn’t get enough of watching her. The tea kettle whistled, jolting him back to reality.

“Austin!” she called, without turning around. “Tea.”

Instead of answering her, he walked up close, putting his arms around her from behind. She took the water off the heat, turning off the burner, before snuggling against him. His broad chest and muscular arms cradled her as his soft lips dropped to her shoulder. He nuzzled and nibbled, inhaling her scent. Liat shivered, clasping his arms around her.

He swayed to some unheard melody, crooning as his hips moved behind her. It took a moment to recognize the tune and she smiled, moving with him to the slow, sultry tune. Austin continued to nuzzle her neck as his hands drifted to her waist.

“I made certain promises this week,” he hummed the tune a moment. “Which I’ve yet to keep.”

“There’s hot water.”

“I don’t want hot water,” he mumbled against her throat. “You know what I want.” He turned her to face him, putting her arms around his waist as he stepped closer. “The question burning in everyone’s minds is—what do you want?”

Liat rose on her toes, kissing his chin. He chuckled seductively, his voice rumbling in his chest. He lowered his head, meeting her mouth with his own. The touch of his lips was so soft, she almost didn’t feel it. His breath was warm on her skin, sending a tingle down her spine. He licked her lower lip, nipping and teasing her mouth. They stopped kissing, sharing a smile.

Austin took her hand and led her to the bedroom. He had a queen sized bed, television and sound system. With the click of a remote, he started soft, seductive music playing. He cupped her face, his lips lowering to hers once more. He seemed content to kiss her by the bed, but Liat wasn’t. Deciding to take charge, she took a step forward, forcing him to move until his knees hit the bed. He sat heavily, laughing when she straddled him.

“I do enjoy when a woman tells me what she wants. Especially when it’s me.”

Her hands drifted to his pants and he chuckled as he untucked his shirt. It ended up somewhere across the room. Hers followed, landing in a tangled heap with his. His hands slipped into her jeans. She stood, shimmied and discarded them. She stood before him in her underwear.

Austin stopped, admiring her trim figure. Her breasts were as beautiful as he imagined. He reached out, caressing one, then the other. His mouth would have followed, but Liat decided if she was going to get naked, so was he. She shoved him on his back, stripped off his jeans and burst out laughing.

“Sponge Bob pants! You remembered!”

He pulled her down to straddle him once more. “He is awfully sexy. His nose, and all.”

“You’re awfully sexy. Your nose—and all. . . .” She leaned over, licking his throat.

Austin groaned. His hands rose, deftly releasing her bra. It fell off nearly in his face, exposing her breasts. They bounced, enjoying the added freedom. Momentarily distracted, he didn’t hear her question the first time. Liat snapped her fingers under his nose.

“Condom?” she asked.

Still mesmerized by her breasts, he pointed to a drawer by the bed. She opened it and found an unopened box.

© 2015 Dellani Oakes

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Starlight Blogger Award

starlight blogger aware logoI’ve been nominated for the Starlight Blogger Award by my friend Rami Ungar from Rami Ungar the Writer, an author of horror stories that will make you shiver and quake. Thank you for inviting me, Rami. I hope I can do this justice. Below are the rules of the award:

1. Thank the giver and link their blog to your post.

2. Answer the 3 original questions and then the 3 new questions from your nominator given to you.

3. Nominate your 6 favorite bloggers! In your nominees I would like for you to think at the light emanating from the stars the ones that truly touch your soul with their work, the ones that are the light for you a true STARLIGHT Blogger.

4. Please pass the award on to 6 or more other Bloggers of your choice and let them know that they have been nominated by you.

5. Include the logo of the award in a post or on your Blog, please never alter the logo, never change the 3 original questions answer that first then answer the 3 new questions from your nominator and never change the Award rules.

6. Please don’t delete this note:

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The Original Questions:

1. If you could meet anyone throughout history, who and why?

Oh, that’s a tough one. There are so many people I’d love to have met and talk to. I honestly can’t pick just one. Perhaps that’s a cop out, but it’s true. I’ll throw a few names up here just for kicks: Shakespeare, Attila the Hun, Queen Elizabeth I, Joan of Arc and Humphrey Bogart. Why? Couldn’t tell you, except they were the first five people who came to mind.

2. What is your favorite book and why?

Another hard one! I can’t pick a single book that is my favorite, but I can pick the one that set reading alive for me. I was reading by the time I was 4. I was reading well above grade level when I was in third grade, and the books on level were boring to me. I wanted something more, but the school librarian wouldn’t allow it. Disgusted with the crap she made me check out, I quit reading. I wanted nothing to do with books. My mother, in her infinite wisdom, with the patience of a saint, took me to the city library and introduced me to the head librarian who was a friend of hers. She, in turn, led me to the young adult section and said, “Pick whatever book you want to read.” I remembered my mother telling me about an author she admired, Andre Norton. Digging around, I found her book, Star Man’s Son, and fell in love with books again. I read that book more times than I can count. That book also woke a life long love of sci-fi and fantasy novels.

3. Who is your favorite fiction character from any medium and why?

Here again, must I have just one? I find having a favorite anything to be far too limiting. I love so many. I do, however, have a favorite villain—Iago from Shakespeare’s Othello. Iago is driven, committed, methodical, ruthless and successful. His own death doesn’t bother him, because he has accomplished what he set out to do.

Rami’s Questions:

1. When was the last time you saw a scary movie? What was it, what did you think, and do you normally watch scary movies?

I normally don’t watch scary movies, because I am probably the one person in the world who hates to be scared. However, I decided to watch The Woman in Black with Daniel Radcliffe. I wanted to see him in something other than Harry Potter. When I rented it, I had no idea it was going to be as scary as it was. Terrified, but determined to watch it, I made my husband sit with me through the entire movie. I clung to his hand, fascinated and shivering. Will I ever watch it again—NO! But it was a fantastic movie!

2. What are you dressing up for this Halloween? What are your plans for the holiday?

My plan for Halloween is to do what I do every night, make plans to take over the world. (Narf) I don’t do Halloween anymore, not since my children are grown. It lost some of its magic when the youngest one was old enough to go with his friends.

3. What is something (book/TV show/comic book/movie) from your childhood that you still enjoy today?

I have to admit that I love the fact that so many comic books have made it to the silver screen, or are on TV. I was a comic book junkie as a kid. I did have a favorite super hero—the Flash. I was the fastest kid in our neighborhood, so when we played super heroes, he was my guy. I’m glad that someone finally put him on TV. I’m a fan.

My Questions:

If you were to step into a book, what might it be, and how would you react? (Borrowed from my friend, JD Holiday)

Pick a favorite of your own characters and give a short description of him or her.

And finally, one of the worst, but most fun questions: If your character, described above, had a theme song, what would it be and why?

I haven’t posted my list of authors yet, since I need to check with them and see who’s interested. I will update with links when I know. Thanks again, Rami!