Thank you, Roseanne, for inviting
me to spend some time with you on your blog.
I'm so excited to be here. When you asked me to do a guest post I
panicked. My mind went blank, and I
couldn't think of a thing to write about—odd for an author. So I hope you don't mind that I brought along
Les. She's just getting over her traumatic experience with the Cruor Imbibo,
but she's graciously agreed to talk a little about her ordeal.
Hey, Les, how are you today?
I'm good,
thanks. Nothing has tried to kill me, so
it's a good day.
Speaking of things trying to kill
you…
The Imbibo,
right. I'm really not supposed to talk about their existence. It's a closely guarded secret. One that's been kept for thousands of years.
How have they been able to stay
under the radar that long?
(Arches an
eyebrow) By eliminating anyone who stumbles across them. If they think you know anything about them
you are enemy number one. And once
you've made their hit list there's generally only one way off—through the
obituaries.
Hmm, maybe we should change the
subject then. Tell us about the team
that was assigned to protect you. How
was it living with six guys?
There was more
drama in that house than daytime television. Men like to say women are drama
queens, but we aren't anything compared to a bunch of guys. And messy, you wouldn't believe how bad six
guys can smell up a house!
I'll take your word for it. Of the six guys, there is one you're
particularly fond of.
Hmm,
yes, Miller. What an idiot he can be.
Wow, that doesn't sound like love
at first sight!
Oh, it was love
at first sight. Then he opened his mouth
and ruined it. Talk about attitude. That
guy has one the size of Montana.
Do you think there's any way we
could convince Miller to join us?
I
doubt it. He's working.
Another mission for the
Concilium?
I
suppose so. I really wouldn't know.
Oh? A sore subject?
Well, like the
Imbibo, I'm not supposed to talk about Miller or his team. The Concilium was
very explicit on that.
The Concilium? Why do they care?
It's not just
the secret of the Imbibo they are protecting, but of their organization, as
well. I know too much. I've already said
more than I should have as it is. (Squirms in her seat)
What happens if the Concilium
finds out you've been talking about them?
The Imbibo will be
back. And this time, well, I won't walk
away. I have to go. Thank you, Roseanne, for having me. I wish I could tell you more about the
Imbibo, people should be warned.
Well, I guess we'll have to read
about the Imbibo to get more information.
Concilium, Les's story, was released by MuseItUp Publishing on July 27th. It details her struggles with the Imbibo and
her rollercoaster relationship with the unbelievably gorgeous, but nearly
intolerable, Miller.
Of course, after her warnings, I
guess we read the story at our own risk. We definitely don't want the Imbibo or
the Concilium finding out!
EXCERPT:
Saturday morning I woke up
screaming from the gruesome nightmares. Sweating and shaking, I stumbled into
the bathroom, splashed cold water on my face, and brushed my teeth before
pulling on my favorite U of M sweatshirt and heading into the kitchen for some
cereal.
“There’s nothing like the taste
of Cocoa Puffs after brushing your teeth,” I said absently, wandering outside
to eat.
I looked around…and dropped my
bowl. It shattered into a hundred shards of glass at my feet.
Pools of dark blood were splashed
throughout the deck and back yard. Blood was splayed across the trees and
wildflowers, turning my beautiful yard into something out of a horror movie,
something out of my nightmare.
“Leslee.”
I screamed at the sound of my
name; I hadn’t seen him when I walked outside. I stumbled over to the chair
next to where Miller stood with his hip leaning casually against the deck
railing, arms crossed over his chest.
“What happened?” I whispered.
“You cut your foot,” he
commented. “Come on, you need to get that cleaned. Where are your bandages?”
I looked down at my foot bleeding
on the wood planks. My blood swirled on top of the blood dried there.
“Come on, Leslee.” He pulled me
from the chair and pushed me gently toward the door, carefully avoiding the
shattered bowl and Cocoa Puffs scattered across the deck.
“Hey, Les, where’s your garden
hose?” Brooks called from the yard. “I’ll clean up a little,” he said, like it
was something he did every day. Maybe it was.
“The garage,” I mumbled as Miller
guided me through the back door and into the kitchen.
“Bandages?”
“In the bathroom,” I answered.
Looking down, I saw blood pooling around my foot on the kitchen floor. “Sorry,
I’m making a mess.”
“It’s not my floor.” He picked me
up and walked down the hall looking for the bathroom, drops of blood falling on
my carpet as we went. “Which door?”
“Second on the left,” I managed
to answer.
I was flung over his shoulder as
he strode calmly through my house like he belonged there. It wasn’t like the
romantic scenes in sappy movies where a man carefully carries a woman while
gazing lovingly into her eyes. No. It was more like a caveman movie when the
hairy, stinky caveman flops the woman over his shoulder like a sack of
potatoes. That’s what I was—the sack of potatoes. But Miller wasn’t a hairy,
stinky caveman. Far from it.
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1 comment:
Thank you so much for having me on your blog today, Roseanne. It is the first character interview I've done. It was really fun!
Michelle. :)
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