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, Monica Corwin, and her characters from On a Red Horse. It’s a fantastic paranormal romance with wonderful characters so without further ado here is the interview with Tyr and Scarlet.
Tyr – Hero Questions
Did you have a hard time convincing your author to write any particular scenes for you?
Yes, actually. She spent a lot of time believing I wouldn’t have a grooming preference on a woman. We fought over and over about including one head-to head scene with Scarlet in which I share that preference Scarlet reminds me that sometimes I’m an idiot.
What do you find most appealing in men/women?
There is no appealing on a woman. There is what I find appealing on Scarlet and that is nothing. I prefer her naked and in my bed at all time. It seems she disagrees. I compare everyone to her and no one meets that standard –except maybe that bastard Hades.
Do you like the way the book ended?
No, actually…you will see why. It wasn’t an entirely comfortable last few chapters. I will say my author seemed to get it together in the end.
What embarrasses you?
Nothing. I am a god why would I need to be embarrassed?
What other profession would you like to try?
Again…a God…oh well…I might like to try running a history museum or a bookstore.
Scarlet – Heroine Questions
How do you react when people sing “Happy Birthday” to you in a restaurant?
*laughs loudly* No one would dare such a thing. Besides…I don’t have a birthday.
What sound or noise do you hate?
You know that sound when people chew but it’s like half with their mouth open and it makes this disturbing masticating noise –that.
What’s your favorite thing to do on a rainy Sunday?
Clean my sword or maybe spend the day in bed with Tyr.
What do you wear when you go to sleep?
I used to wear a t-shirt and underwear but Tyr prefers I sleep with nothing on so I abide him that one small thing.
Do have any secret aspirations that your author doesn’t know about?
I might like to learn to dance. Fighting and dancing are similar. I might excel at it.
Scarlet needs a new job, but Horseman of the Apocalypse doesn’t sound good on a resume. Three years ago she followed her companions to Earth in an effort to live human lives. But the moment she left her husband Tyr she knew life wouldn’t be worth living. Lonely and longing for her husband, Scarlet is on a path of destruction that could endanger all the riders.
Tyr, god of justice, hunts his wife across the realms. From Hell to the Golden Throne, he travels until he finds her working as a phone operator. Scarlet is no longer the woman he fell in love with, and he is determined to bring that woman back to him if it takes the rest of eternity.
Even though the Horsemen live on Earth, they are still responsible for guarding four seals that can unleash the Apocalypse. When a prophecy is awoken by a deity who only has her own interests at heart, they must go on the defensive to keep their homes on Earth and protect the seals. If even one seal opens, it will start a chain reaction that will force the Horsemen to take up their mantles and destroy the new lives they’ve worked so hard to build.
As she started to dial her first help call of the day, a deep voice bellowed through the room. “Scarlet!”
She froze. Surely the voice hadn’t meant her. No human alive dared raise their voice to her. After a moment of confusion, she popped her head up and looked around. A tall man towered over the workspace, definitely out of place. She ducked down so fast her knee slammed into the desk. Scarlett muttered a soft curse. Her heart shot into her throat, and she tried to swallow the fear rocketing through her. Her mind skittered to formulate a strategy. If she stayed there, he’d hunt her down to the very last cubicle. She could crawl out the side door, but more than likely he would see and find her anyway. She recognized his voice, and it promised vengeance.
“Woman, I know you’re here. I can smell you. Come out,” the man bellowed. She heard the menacing growl in his voice as he shuffled closer to where she hid.
Her face flamed hot. He would have no idea how much he embarrassed her at that moment. She looked down at her outfit: a sensible black pencil skirt, short black pumps, thick black stockings, and a purple cardigan. He might not even recognize her dressed like this, or wearing clothes for that matter. She wanted to ignore him, but he would look through every cubicle until he found her and wouldn’t be quiet about it. After a moment she swallowed her nerves and stood up to face him. He had moved further down an aisle but caught sight of her as soon as she showed herself.
“I finally found you, woman,” he shouted with a lopsided smile and stalked toward her. The closer he got the higher she had to trail her gaze up or risk being reminded of better times. He was barely dressed, save a few pieces of leather and some fur. The man descended on the NYC streets in the dead of winter like that? Certainly not the craziest she’d seen people dress around town though. Once he made it to her, she pulled him into her cubicle by his good left arm and shoved him into the open seat across from her, away from her nosy coworkers’ eyes.
He smiled at the close quarters and reached out to her, but she pushed him away so the chair sat against the opposite wall of her workspace.
“What are you doing here?”
“Looking for you,” he said as if the answer was obvious. His forehead scrunched in the cutest way, but the softness that action inspired withered as his eyes roamed down her body.
His leer was the least of her concerns as she looked at his leather pants and animal fur stole. “And what are you wearing?”
“What I always wear. And is that how you greet your husband after so long an absence?”
“What were you expecting?” she asked, squinting at his furs. “Does that animal even exist on Earth?”
“A kiss perhaps, and of course it’s a—”he broke off to lift the face of the beast to his”—it’s a fox.” He didn’t sound very confident in that assessment.
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Monica Corwin is an outspoken writer who attempts to make romance accessible to everyone no matter their preferences. As a new Northern Ohioian Monica enjoys snowdrifts, three seasons of weather, and disliking Michigan. When not writing Monica spends time with her daughter and her ever-growing collection of tomes about King Arthur.
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