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, Stephanie Queen, and her characters from Beachcomber Investigations, Book #1. It’s a fantastic romantic suspense with wonderful characters so without further ado here is the interview with Dane, the hero from Beachcomber Investigations.
Dane Blaise is the hero, one of the two main characters in the Beachcomber Investigation series which include:
The Beachcombers – prequel
Beachcomber Investigations – book one
Beachcomber Santa – book two
Beachcomber Valentine – book three
Beachcomber Baby – book four
What do you think your greatest weakness is?
Let’s pretend this is an in-person interview and you can hear me laughing out loud, not at the question, but at the idea that you—or anyone would expect me to answer it. I’m not a sharer of my deep dark secrets. I don’t share much at all. Think of me as the guy who considers life a perpetual poker game. As for weakness, I don’t think about the possibility. I can’t afford to in my world. Weakness means death.
Or that’s the way it used to be.
What do you wear when you go to sleep?
Now this is a question I can live with. I’ve had to sleep in all kinds of places—up until now—usually in full battle gear.
But these days I’m sleeping in a bed, so I wear nothing. Preferably I have a woman to keep me warm, like Shana. But not Shana.
What is your most prized possession?
I don’t know if I’d call it prized exactly, but I’m very attached to my Glock.
We’ve been through a lot together.
Who was your first girlfriend and what do you like most about them?
I’m not inclined to think about her or share anything about my first love. I’ve put her out of my mind. If you really want to know something about that desolating chapter of my life, read The Beachcombers to find out.
What do you think is your strongest attribute?
This is a question I can answer, but only because the answers are obvious to anyone. Shana thinks I’m a legend. I’m not, but I am a crafty SOB with massive combat and survival skills and the nerves of a block of granite.
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?
If you insist on uncovering deep dark secrets and personal details about me after my off-putting answers above, then you’ll have to read Beachcomber Baby. You might find out something about a past case in that book.
As far as everyone finding out about it, it only matters to me what one person in particular thinks these days. I find that troubling. That’s all I have to say.
What do you find most appealing in women?
Self-sufficiency and a willingness to let me be appeals to me. I’m not fond of emotionally needy women, women who need to share. I want a woman to be willing with no strings. It goes without saying that she’s beautiful and intelligent, but I’m most attracted to a sense of humor. Too bad Shana comes with so many strings attached she’s like a giant booby trap.
What turns you on?
A challenge. Of any kind. Call me macho, but it’s in my DNA. This is where I most often get into trouble with Shana. She is the Mt. Everest of challenges.
What turns you off?
Injustice. Evil. The strong taking advantage of the weak. It more than turns me off, it enrages me and calls me to action. Automatically. Without fail. Even when I’d rather not act.
What other profession would you like to try?
I’m doing the only thing I could imagine doing. I’m hardwired with a need to protect people, to right wrongs. I wish I could be a rock star, but I’d end up bored—or in trouble.
What is your most favorite memory?
The last Christmas with my father before he left—shipped out—and I never saw him again. He gave me a guitar. I still have it. In the attic. I can’t play it.
Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo, what would it be and where? If not, what if you had to?
What makes you think I don’t already have a tattoo? What and where it is remains a secret. For now.
It’s been swell chatting. See you on Martha’s Vineyard. If you run into trouble, look me up under Beachcomber Investigations.
A romantic detective series novel
Ex-special ops legend Dane Blaise is desperate to recruit Shana George away from Scotland Yard to partner with him in his new venture, Beachcomber Investigations. She has impressive skills and if he’s honest, Dane wants to keep Shana on the island of Martha’s Vineyard because he can’t get past his insane longing for her.
Shana’s boss David Young forces her to decide on the spot when he assigns an important case to Beachcomber Investigations. She chooses to partner with Dane, going with her gut–or more accurately her heart–rather than her brains. They may be good partners in crime-fighting, but they are all wrong for each other in every other way possible. He’s soulless and lost and likely has more wounds from his past than the bullet and knife scars scorching his body. But she’s crazy. About him.
Their big assignment is to protect Dane’s old special ops buddy, Acer. They need to find whoever paid a sniper to take a shot at Acer–before the sniper takes another shot and doesn’t miss.
Dane and Shana need to be on top of their game to keep Acer alive, and not on top of each other. But each of them is secretly worried whether that’s possible–and worried about what will happen if it’s not.
Shana darted a glance at Dane leaning on the doorjamb, oozing his ridiculous brand of sensuality, all casual and strong. Visits to the hospital were usually nausea-inducing events in her life experience, but this visit had a whole different vibe. With all her might she resisted crediting Dane with the reality-defying mood she felt standing in the middle of this room immune to the scent of antiseptics wafting around her.
Instead, she refocused and smiled at Cap—Captain Colin Lynch—lounging against his pillows, all bandaged and sporting a sling and a grin as if the bullet in his shoulder had been a movie prop and he was playing the role of the injured State Police Chief of Martha’s Vineyard—and playing that role poorly.
“You’re not taking your injury very seriously,” she said. He grinned wider. She squelched a long-suffering sigh, because Cap was not one of her younger brothers. Far from it. He was a hunk of a grown man if she was in the mood for admitting things. Her gaze slid back to Dane as he moved into the room. He eyed her back and gave her that sizzling stare.
Without thought, her chin rose and she moved closer to Cap as if he would protect her. As if Dane Blaise were a monster. He was—if you thought of legendary war heroes who saved lives routinely—including your own—as monsters.
No. The monster was in her mind. But he was a threat to her well-being. Overly dramatic maybe, but she felt as if he were wielding a knife, ready to cut her heart out and shred it to pieces. All figuratively, of course.
Cap said, “I don’t need to be serious. You’re plenty serious for all of us. I think I like your Nurse Nightingale side—it’s cute on you.”
“Don’t start with me. It’s probably the meds putting that grin on your face.” Shana reached out and touched his arm. He was a good man, and luckily the prognosis was good for his arm.
“The meds and the medals. Puts me in the mood to celebrate. I’m told there’s a commendation coming—maybe even a ceremony with some pomp and circumstance.”
“Don’t believe everything you hear.” Dane snorted.
“Not even if it’s the governor talking?”
“Especially then.” Dane smiled and shook his head. “Okay—so maybe you will get a medal out of this.”
“Shana will get one too,” Cap said. He smiled and took hold of the hand she had on his arm. An instant hot alarm went through her and she avoided Dane’s eyes, hoping to God he wouldn’t make a deal out of the touch. It was an innocent touch. She was almost sure of it. There had been nothing between her and Cap. Nothing beyond mild sparks that flashed like firebugs more than fireworks. Nothing like the atomic sparks between her and Dane.
Shana realized then that Dane would be the only one not getting a medal and that he was the one who deserved it most. Cap didn’t seem to care. Dane didn’t seem to care. So why the hell did she care?
“Maybe they’ll have a medal of some kind for you too, Dane—”
“I don’t need a medal. I already have a drawer full. That what you think I’m after?”
Boom. He put her on the defensive when she’d shown concern for him. That’s what she got from Dane when she revealed softness or anything resembling genuine emotion and caring.
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USA Today Bestselling author Stephanie Queen is a romantic at heart and a writer by nature with the enthusiastic soul of a cheerleader. She enjoys creating stories where her rose-colored world-view comes to life and the good guys always win. Although she lost count of all the jobs she had before she settled on being a Novelist, her favorite was selling cookies as a Keebler Elf. She is a graduate of UConn (go Huskies!) and Harvard U and lives in New Hampshire with her family, her cat, Kitty, and her (real or imagined?) chauffeur, Myren.
Novels by Stephanie Queen include The Beachcombers, Beachcomber Investigations, Beachcomber Santa, Beachcomber Valentine and Beachcomber Baby, all in the Beachcomber Investigations romantic detective series. All are available at iBooks, Barnes & Noble and Amazon. Visit the author at http://www.StephanieQueen.com, or on Facebook and follow her @StephanieQueen on Twitter.
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As s special treat, Stephanie is giving away an e-book copy of the series prequel: The Beachcombers to one lucky commenter. So be sure to include your EMAIL so Stephanie can contact you if you win. (Email will not be used for spam or any other purpose other than to notify the winner).
Thank you for joining us today! I hope you enjoyed this round of Meet the Characters and will join us again next week!