Hello and welcome to my blog for another round of Meet the Characters! Today I am featuring a guest blogger who has graciously agreed to let me do a character interview, which is my favorite kind of interview. Join me in welcoming author, Amy Lee Burgess, and her characters from About Face. It’s a fantastic paranormal romance with wonderful characters so without further ado here is the interview with Murphy and Stanzie.
Did you ever think that your life would end up being in a book?
Not on your life. I’m not book material in my opinion. There are things I’d rather the whole world didn’t know about my life and me. I feel really exposed most of the time. And like a friggin’ idiot. Some of the things I’ve done have been pretty asinine. I mean they made sense to me at the time and I’ll stand behind them, but Amy might have painted me in a wee better light. You can tell she’s on Stanzie’s side of things, but just once I’d like her to back me. I’m not really a friggin’ idiot, I swear!
What is your most prized possession?
My car. She’s a real beauty. Space grey. 2009 5 series 520d M sport saloon. She’s a dream to drive and there’s not a scratch on her or a speck of grime. You could eat off the floor mats if you had a mind to, not that I’d allow such a travesty as anyone bringing food in my car. Well, Stanzie can bring food into my car, but only because I can’t stop her. I make her turn out her pockets before she gets in, but then she’ll pull a candy bar out of her boot. And her purse has more secret compartments than makes sense to a man. I have to watch her. The woman has a terrible tendency to drip. Ice cream, sweaty soda cans, you’d think she never heard of the concept of the napkin. Somehow she gets away with it though. She always could twist me around her little finger. Even if it takes me an hour to vacuum the seats and floorboards.
What is something no one knows about you? Why do you keep it a secret? And what would happen if everyone found out about it?
I read romance novels. Yeah, I know. I’m a guy and I’m Irish and a wolf shifter. I get all choked up sometimes when things aren’t working out for the couple in the novel. Jaysus, now you’ll really think I’m a friggin’ idiot. Do I really have to tell you why I keep it a secret? It isn’t obvious? If Stanzie ever finds out, she’ll figure out where all her missing books have gone. She’s the one that got me started down this path. Leaving her books scattered across the backseat and her knowing I have to clean the car as soon as I put it into park. I see this cover of some sexy blond woman who looks a lot like Stanzie and she’s clutching at what’s left of her blouse while some guy’s kissing her and I just had to see what the hell they got up to. And, well, I’ve said too damn much already. I’d say I’d stop while I was ahead but I’m way past ahead and verging into friggin’ idiot territory at this point. But some of those books are really great. I’m digging myself a hole with my tongue I’ll always regret, I’m thinking. Oh, to hell with it. I like romance novels. Fine. You know any good ones?
What are your favorite scenes in your book: the action, the dialog or the romance?
Well, I’m in a series called the Wolf Within, but in this latest book, About Face, my favorite scenes are tied between make-up sex with my bond mate, Murphy. (EEEK!) And the first time I got to shift into my wolf in Ireland. That was magic.
Are you happy with the genre your writer has placed you in?
I don’t know if she has put me in a genre. I keep getting called paranormal romance but then some reviewers have labeled me urban fantasy. I’m not sure I’m comfortable with urban fantasy since I’d much rather Amy write me sex scenes with Murphy than me being in danger and having to figure out how to save myself and other people. But she writes way more of the latter than the former unfortunately.
What is your least favorite characteristic your writer has attributed to you?
She’s cursed me with having an active imagination so I can figure out the answers to the mysteries in the books, but then I rush out to solve them and somehow I *never* have enough back up and I’ve almost died more than once. I *hate* that. I know she has to make things dramatic, but why is it always me? Why do I have to forget to tell somebody I’m leaving or have no cell phone connectivity just when I really need it? Do you think that’s fair because I don’t. She thinks she makes it up to me by giving me lots and lots of shoes, but nearly dying cannot be made up for with a pair of boots. Even if they are kick ass and have platform wedges and lots of shiny silver buckles. Am I right? Damn straight I’m right. But…they really were great boots.
Stanzie’s job as Advisor to the Great Council is discovering other people’s secrets. When those secrets are being kept by the ones she loves most, can she find the courage to expose them?
Under orders from a Councilor, Stanzie journeys to Dublin and the MacTire pack. Her mission: warn her estranged bond mate, Liam Murphy, to abandon his overzealous search for the man responsible for the death of his first bond mate. Not only is he endangering himself, but also disrupting the delicate balance between opposing factions in the conspiracy threatening to tear the Great Pack apart.
Liam needs Stanzie’s help to protect their Alpha, who has entangled himself in the conspiracy’s deadly web. But he also desperately needs her back. In a race against time, Stanzie and Liam discover enemies often wear the faces of friends.
CONTENT WARNING: Vulgar language, sexual situations, some violence
A Lyrical Press Paranormal Romance
“Stanzie,” he said. “Sit down.”
I sat. Jason handed me a napkin, and that’s when I realized I was crying. That figured. I always cried. He reached across the table to put his hand on my arm. His fingers were warm and comforting, his face full of concern and affection.
“The job is in Dublin. I want you to help Liam either find Mick Shaughnessy or give up the search gracefully. It’s become an obsession with him and he’ll put himself and his pack at risk if he’s not careful.
Now do you believe in me? Paddy’s face swam before my eyes. Could he need my help with Murphy? Is that what Faith’s dream meant?
“He’s not thinking clearly lately. You, my dear, I suspect are the cause of that.”
Mick Shaughnessy. The name sent a shiver down my spine. Four years ago Murphy placed him in a janitorial job at the lab where Murphy’s bond mate, Sorcha, worked nights. Grandfather Mick repaid the generosity by arranging her death in the name of the conspiracy.
Once his cover had been blown and his role in the conspiracy revealed, Mick Shaughnessy disappeared. Murphy was chasing him down? That was so dangerous I wanted to scream.
“Murphy’s not running around Dublin spouting off about the conspiracy, is he?” I was scared. I knew Murphy when he had his mind set on something. He was single-minded and relentless. He threw his personal safety to the wayside.
“Not quite yet, thankfully.” Jason gave my arm a squeeze and sat back. He cast a hungry look at his omelet, and I pushed the salt and pepper shakers toward him.
“Eat. Do you want ketchup?” At his horrified look, I let go of the bottle and then decided my eggs needed more and dumped a red blob of it onto my scrambled eggs. They were cold but still delicious.
We ate in silence for a moment, and Murphy crowded into my thoughts. What if the asshole did something stupid? Fatally stupid?
The conspiracy already tried to take him out with an overdose of narcotics. Would they hesitate to act again if Murphy threatened them? I didn’t think so.
“Someone told Grandfather Mick the Council knew he’d been involved in Sorcha’s death,” I said when my plate was empty. Jason’s was, too, except for a few lone breakfast potatoes. “Someone in Mac Tire?”
“Presumably.” Jason set down his fork and gave me his full attention. “The problem with Mac Tire is that it’s a very large pack and is not confined to simply Ireland and Northern Ireland. England, Scotland and Wales have to be considered as well. Mick’s obviously taken refuge somewhere, and he’s nowhere to be found in Dublin. At least not yet. Liam doesn’t believe he’s there.”
“So you two are in contact? You authorized his search efforts?” My coffee mug was lukewarm between the palms of my hands. Outside the diner, the rain had intensified, the sun blocked by a raft of ominous dark clouds. Heavy droplets spattered against the window and combined to smear the glass so I could barely make out the wavering shapes of the cars in the parking lot. Maybe the hunt would be a wet one tonight, but it seemed more and more likely with every passing moment I wouldn’t be there to find out.
“We’re in contact,” Jason confirmed, but frowned. “But the colder the trail, the hotter his pursuit. Maybe you could distract him.”
Murphy had been focused on finding Sorcha’s killer for nearly four months. Would I be a distraction he would brush off easily? I’d never been able to compete with Sorcha, even four years into her grave, why in the world would I be able to start now?
But I had to do something.
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Amy Lee Burgess is a transplanted New Englander living in Houston, Texas with two dogs and lots of DVDs. In an attempt to bond with the city after being forced out of New Orleans post-Katrina, she turned to her writing. Determined to finally finish that novel she’d been hacking away at since high school, Amy managed to come up with a wolf shifter character named Stanzie Newcastle. She and Stanzie have been BFFs ever since. In addition to Stanzie, Amy has also forged a relationship with several vampires, a witch or two, and other assorted supernatural creatures she hopes will entertain her readers. But she will always have room for coffee and butterscotch squares with Stanzie. Find Amy:
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