Meet the Characters with Angelia Sparrow&Gabriel Belthir

heartsbounty_msrHello 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, Angelia Sparrow & Gabriel Belthir, and their characters from Heart’s Bounty. It’s a fantastic M/M erotic fantasy romance with wonderful characters so without further ado here is the interview with Miho and Hevik.

The screen comes up on a cluttered looking cockpit. A graying older man is scowling at the camera. The subtitles identify him as Hevik Montag. A young man with long black hair ducks into the frame and kisses his cheek. He is labeled Miho Asher.

Miho: Aww, come on, Hevik. It’ll be okay. They just want to know about us. Quit being grouchy.

Hevik: Grouchy? Since when am I grouchy?

M: Since you’ve been grumbling about doing this interview. We can take a few minutes -not- in hypersleep before Ectaria.

H: All right, all right. There is that clause in the Don of the Deathmatch winner agreement: “All relevant publicity and media.” But if they ask about favorite sexual positions, we’re demonstrating, not talking.

M: I’m sure it’s all perfectly harmless. Okay, what’s the first one? [taps a screen in front of him as the question appears on screens throughout the viewing galaxy] “Would you be interested in a sequel, were your author so inclined?” Well, we are on our way to Ectaria. Our story’s not done yet. You haven’t even put the veil on me yet.

H: Wait a minute, I thought you were supposed to put that on. I wasn’t going to interfere in some Alerian ritual.

M: You’re my one, Hevik. That means the first time, you’re supposed to put it on me. Not to mention, Eddie asked us if we wanted to come back to Gorron for a mud-wrestling week. And there’s been some talk between us if we want to open a tag company of our own, remember?

H: Right. I want to see you take on that Eskatind in the mud, too. But you are not blowing the Centaurian on galaxywide holo. Look, let’s not do the veil on this broadcast. But I’ll definitely do it soon.  I’m liking the idea of a tag company. And we STILL have two payments on your heart.

M: Alright, what’s your first question?

H: If I could rewrite anything what would it be? That’s easy enough. Gorron. I’d have our target end up on some fluffy bunny planet that involved fertility rites–naked fertility rites!– and not facing off against ten gladiators and watching you get killed.

M: You didn’t have to die. I don’t want to hear it. I thought it was fun.

H: I know it hurt. But watching hurt too. Helplessness is something I hate more than anything.

M: [Kisses Hevik] I know, sir. I guess I would have spared you the pleasure house rather than Gorron. At least we were both in control in the Pits.

H: Love you, kid.  What’s your next one?

M: Who was your first boyfriend and what did you like most about them. I know you know Birelis’ name, but you didn’t ask me much about him. Birelis was part of my peer group, a three. My community doesn’t worry much about which gender exploration comes from. He kissed me one day when I was about fifteen, and we were inseparable. I loved his mind: he wanted to be a genetic scientist and work directly with Uncle. He was brilliant. He found Takar when we were seventeen and became her two. I found out he thought that our relationship was just ‘childish things’ and that he could put them away. I was heartbroken.

H: [hugs him close] Ouch. I never asked because it was past. Just like you don’t ask about Melina.

Let’s see, next on mine is “What do you wear to sleep?” That’s easy. Miho.

M: Hevik! [Hits his sir in the arm.]

H: Red is definitely your color, kid.  It’s true. You curl up around me. You flop on top of me half the time. And your hair gets everywhere.

M: You love it.

H: Damn right I do. [tugs his ponytail]. What’s your last one?

M: Ahem. Interview. Right. What do you find most appealing in men? Wow. Really? That’s a tough one. Before you, Hevik, I’ve been with men and women with little romantic component. Product of my raising, you know. I think I’m prone to fall in love with men, specifically you, because I love the solidity of a man. You’re somehow more reliable to me, not flighty or unstable. You’ve been there every step of the way since we met-

H: [interrupting] Whether you wanted me to or not.

M: [pause and glare] and it’s the only really solid constant in my life. I love your shoulders, and the hair on your chest. And the way you manhandle me when I’m…less than perfectly sweet.

H: When you’re being a brat, you mean.  Shoulders, huh? Never had THAT listed as my best feature.

M: Well, deal. You like my hair and all. I never knew what you saw in me, really. I’m a scrawny kid from Aleria.

H: You’re one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen. You’re smarter than most people and definitely not scrawny. Compact.

M: Travel sized for your convenience.

H: And you’re funny and sexy and bratty and a tech genius. And you need me to rescue you on a regular basis. What’s not to love about you?

M: You forget bracingly witty. [sticks out his tongue] I’m getting spanked for that later. So what’s your last question? I can’t do this much longer without dragging you back to the netting.

H: They want to know about my secret aspirations, the ones even the girls don’t know about. The ones even you don’t know about.

M: Me? There’s something I don’t know about? I can understand not telling the narrators, but me? I’m hurt. And my narrator doesn’t like being called a girl. It makes hir write me in terrible situations. Does it involve nude spreads for a galaxy holomag?

H: [laughs] No, vaudeville.

M: [uncomfortable pause] Vaudeville? Like, the entertainer? Thats…that’s just wrong. Though I know a guy…

H: I’m joking. Me in a checked suit, tap-dancing and telling jokes that were old before spaceflight was invented? Not hardly. Seriously? I wanted to be a slicer. I imagined myself doing what Marko does, only doing it better. Flying a mentally generated ship through the compunets, dodging trouble, making pickups and delivery of data. My brain isn’t wired for that kind of thought and I washed out of most of my computer classes. That’s why I was in logistics before.

M: You wanted to be a slicer? Wow. That’s…terribly sexy, actually. I could show you some things, if you want. It has honestly little to do with computer classes and more about force of will. And if there’s one thing you understand, it’s force. Can we…can we finish this later, please?

H: Interview is done, boys and girls and other beings. [hauls Miho to his feet by the collar ring] Thanks for having us, but don’t knock for about an hour.

M: Only an hour? Ack! [gets hauled offscreen]

Blurb:

Hunting is a young man’s game and Miho is well suited to it. He is a product of centuries of selective breeding, making him human-plus. He has a reputation for finding his quarry. But he doesn’t expect to find an older man at the Tag Board looking for work of his own.

Hevik was outlawed and banished from his homeworld, and now lives a solitary life hunting small-time criminals among the planets. A pretty boy with hair as dark as deep space makes him reconsider that lifestyle.

As the fates keep throwing them together while they pursue the same bounty, both of them discover depths about themselves, and about their lust and need for each other, that makes chasing their quarry all the more dangerous.

Excerpt:

Hevik watched him dance as if he were the hottest thing on the floor. Apparently more than a few of his friends thought so too because he was carrying a tail of admirers like a comet. Hevik watched as he stretched up to kiss a pretty girl and then tumbled to hang upside down and kiss a lovely boy. Time to show this kid how a man did things. Hevik caught the hand of one of the girls and pulled her close to dance with him a minute. He did a good job keeping the beat and enticed her into some showier moves, spinning her into a few twirls and a swing ending in a dip. She laughed and spun into his arms to let him grind against her to the orgasmic chorus as she faked—at least he thought she faked—a dozen orgasms in time to the moans.

By the time the next song started, Hevik had worked his way to Miho. He realized his erection was completely obvious as he reached out and grabbed Miho’s shirtfront.

“This one’s mine, boy,” he said as the music went into a classic call-and-response chase song. Around the floor, couples and groups faced off, ready for the old-fashioned dance.

Miho’s eyebrows rose as the newly coiffed version of Hevik took the place of a beautiful man he’d been dancing with. “What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, his eyes looking around for his coterie, who didn’t seem to be noticing. “Aren’t you a little old for this kind of party? The folk-dancing club’s down the street. If you would put your spectacles on, you might not have missed it.” The music began as they bowed to each other, too late to pull out of the song.

“Folk dancing ain’t my style, kiddo,” Hevik shot back. “This is.”

“Sure you wouldn’t prefer one of my friends?” Miho gestured to the girl Hevik had just been dancing with, who was now practically cuddling between a squat, heavy-gee brunette girl, who bounded around the dance floor, and her willowy low-gee blond boyfriend, who stood in one place and shimmied, looking exhausted early in the evening. The boy dragged himself off the floor to sit in a lower-gee part of the bar and breathe from a vapor tube.

“Just you.” Hevik lunged in, taking the aggressor’s role in the hunt.

Miho took three steps to the left, as did every other prey dancer.

They kept to the old forms, not varying from the classic dance. But Hevik tried to make each move a showcase of how much he wanted Miho, every attack an expression of desire and every failed capture a heartbreak. Pretty soon he became aware that a lot of people weren’t dancing anymore, just watching the two of them. Miho had gotten into the spirit of the dance and turned every dodge into a taunt and every evasion into a flirtation.

When, at the end of the song, the hunter caught his prey, Hevik wrapped Miho in his arms and they danced the last chorus together, as every other couple on the floor did. When the music stopped, Hevik turned Miho in his arms and yanked him in for a kiss.

He tasted the kid’s lips, but Miho didn’t open and melt for him, remaining instead all fire and defiance. He twined his fist in the ponytail and yanked Miho’s head back to feast on his throat. Miho pressed closer against him and thrust against Hevik’s belly even as his hands balled into fists.

Hevik chuckled and kept hold of the ponytail and one arm. “Come with me,” he said in Miho’s ear. “I’ll fix your little trouser problem.

Buy the Book: http://www.ellorascave.com/heart-s-bounty.html

Author Bio:

Angelia is the author of 13 novels and over 70 short stories. She lives quietly in the MidSouth with her husband, an ever-shrinking number of children, and two cats. When not writing, she knits, crochets and gardens, trying to keep her plants alive beyond the 2 leaf stage.

Gabriel is a freelance author who lives with a spouse, a cat and a dog in a lost laboratory. After forays into poetry and game design, zie has decided to begin exploring the worlds of fantasy, science fiction, and alternate history. In free time, Gabriel enjoys historical reenactment, camping, hiking, roleplaying games and sewing, and is a proud fairy godparent of two girls and two boys.

Author Links:

Angelia

Websites:

http://www.brooksandsparrow.com

http://www.inkstainedsuccubus.com

Blogs:

Livejournal: valarltd.livejournal.com

Dreamwidth: valarltd.dreamwidth.org/

Blogger: angelsparrow.blogspot.com

http://inkstainedsuccubus.blogspot.com/  (Wednesdays)

Social media:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/angelia.sparrow  or https://www.facebook.com/AuthorAngeliaSparrow

Twitter: asparrow16, InkstainedSuccu

Google+:  Angelia Sparrow or Inkstained Succubus

Fetlife: valarltd

Gabriel:

Websites:

http://summerjakarta.wix.com/gabrielbelthir

http://www.inkstainedsuccubus.com

Blogs:

Blogger: http://inkstainedsuccubus.blogspot.com/  (Mondays)

LiveJournal: http://gabrielbelthir.livejournal.com

Social Media:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GabrielBelthir

Twitter: gabrielbelthir

Google+: Gabriel Belthir or Inkstained Succubus

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Thank you for joining us today! I hope you enjoyed this round of Meet the Characters and will join us again next week!

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