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Hel hath no fury like her Raven scorned…
Fallen Valkyrie Legionnaire, Raven Aquilus, has always known she was an outcast to her kind. Stuck in New Orleans as the Protectress of the Nine Gates of Yggdrasil, she lives as close to the edge as her family will allow. One fateful night would change it all – Someone ritualistically slaughtered a guardian in one of her Gates, leaving Raven lying in a pool of blood. Ordered to find the killer before she dies along with her precious guardians, Raven is placed in a race against time, being forced to enlist in the help of a Human FBI paranormal agent. Together they must stop the serial murders before an ancient war reignites – and Raven loses everything, including a new found love, all to a jealous half-breed …
Welcome the XIII Hour™ series. Betrayal, Lust, Love, Murder, Jealousy and Revenge. The faery-tales that your mother never told you about just came true.
Interview with Valentino (Tino)
I hadn’t seen him since the Halloween
Birthday Party, but every fiber in me was lit up like the Fourth of
July. There was just something about him that drew me in and made me
breathless to the point I felt like a fish out of water. Valentino
Pilate has that effect on everyone. For him to agree to meet me, in
my home, for a simple interview, made me feel like a high school girl
sneaking out on a first date with the school bad boy.
Huh?
Oh, yeah. We can’t forget that it’s
three in the morning and I’m quiet as a mouse downstairs while
everyone else is asleep. Sure, I’m all dolled up, who wouldn’t
be!? I even had my hair colored a dark brown plum, make up perfect…
how can I go wrong?
I admit it. When my door bell rang, I
almost fainted. I think my heart stopped, then went from zero to
sixty in about .01 seconds. I could feel his power seeping through
the door, touching me in places I never knew existed. I ran to the
door, unable to stop myself, yanked it open and ….
There he was.
Adonis in perfection.
Sigh.
He stood there, all six foot four lean
muscle, his black silken shirt left open to show off the rock hard
chest and abs, tucked neatly into leather pants that he looked poured
into. He had to clear his throat to catch my attention, to which I
locked eyes with the most amazing tri-colored silver eyes that looked
wounded to depths even I wouldn’t understand. His hair glinted
shades of red under the porch light as he bowed it slightly in
greeting.
Well manicured hand reached out for my
own, an electric charge roared through me as his fingers curled
gently about mine, bringing my knuckles to his lips.
“Il mia bella.” He whispered
seductively as soft tiers brushed my knuckles.
I blushed. I didn’t know what to say.
Ugh.
Clearing my throat, I smiled and leaned
in to kiss his cheek, his essence wrapping around me in a tight
cocoon, my body vibrating in tune with it.
Stepping back, I invited my guest in.
I’m not going to bore you with how he
dripped with sex as he floated across my living room floor, or how
when he sat on my couch … erm .. alright, he lounged on my couch,
and watched me like I was his prey. Pretty boring, right?
TH: I can’t thank you enough,
Tino. I know I live a bit from New Orleans.
VP: It’s not a problemo,
bella. I trust the notte is treating you well, si?
TH: (giggle slightly) It is
better now. (OMG did I really just say that!?)
VP: Really? Che cosa? How
so?
TH: Oh. Uhm…Hmm… It’s not
every day you get to interview the Konungr of the Grima
Blasa. How did you get that title?
VP: (something sparked in the
lost eyes, and was gone as quick as it appeared. A deep breath was
taken while he contemplated his answer. Long piano like fingers
steepled at his lips as he stared at nothing in particular) It was a
very scuro – dark time of il mio vita, my life. I was
made an offer I could not refuse by a fallen God being punito
– punished .. for transgressions. Jormungandr felt I was the
perfect specimen to become a child to him and create the five lines
of the Grima Blasa nation.
TH: Oh my. (was so not
expecting him to answer) Do you miss feeling the sun on your face?
VP: (hides his teeth with a
smile) How could I miss the sun when I am in the company of beauty
that radiates such warmth?
TH: (giggles with a snort....blushes more and picks up a
magazine to fan self) Can you eat any food or do you …?
VP: (chuckles softly, leaning
forward to brush an errant strand of hair away from my eyes) Only if
you have dinner with me, bella. (winks and relaxes) I am old
enough that I have a resistance to food making me ill. A newly born
Grima Blasa cannot be sustained on food, they must have the
source of life to survive.
TH: (clears throat) Uhm.. huh?
Oh .. heh. Can you turn into a bat?
VP: (Genuine laughter) Alas, I
cannot.
TH: (Brave – or stupid? –
Probably stupid! Oh well....) May I see your fangs?
VP: (Tongue
snakes out to run along his lips, drawing my attention to them) Si,
per un dolce bacio, vi mostrerò più zanne.
TH:
(GULP!) Uh.. I understood yes, but I ... didn’t quite understand
the rest. (muttered “Damnit, I need to learn Italian.”) So. Uhhh
... moving on. (clears throat and lets out breath) Is there a special
someone in your life?
VP: (looks
down, as if saddened by the question I just asked.) No, non c’e.
I am cursed to be solo il resto de il vita.
 |
| Our Duncan Snowman |
VP:
Perhaps. We shall see. I lost the one I thought was. Now, I’m not
so sure. Conduco una vita solitaria.
| TH: (can’t help but to want to fix this heart throb) I really do appreciate you coming here to see me. Duncan was so sweet to let me interview him before, and I know everyone will want to know more about you. |
VP: I do
have a FaceBook. Essy made me build it. They can find me there. (just
look up Valentino Pilate)
He rose up in one
fluid motion and swept over to me as I tried to stand. Sweeping me up
onto my feet, I felt his arm snake around my waist, fingers of his
other hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back. I could only
gasp as he bared his fangs. His head lowered as my breath caught
while his fangs drug seductively along my pulse point. Can we say
LADYWOOD?
My eyes drifted
closed as he made his way along my chin, an annoying ringing in my
ear was becoming distracting. My arms wrapped around his neck,
tugging him closer to me … more ringing …
He laid me back
just like an empty dress on the couch, I felt his body pressing
against mine … and I freaking woke up!
I had to check my
recorder to make sure it wasn’t a dream, and luckily it wasn’t.
Lord have mercy, what a heart throb …
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