Thursday, July 26, 2012
Interview with Simon Hunt
When I arrived at his flat, he answered the door just as you see him in this picture. I told him that I would wait in the living room while he got ready.
Simon flung the door closed, tucked his hands in his pockets and said, "Oh, I'm ready. The question is, love, are you ready?"
For a little big of background, Simon Hunt is a Mage who does freelance work, but has a reputation as a strategist. He's originally from England and now resides in Cognito.
DANNIKA: "Hi, Simon. Thanks for taking a moment out of your busy day to do an interview."
SIMON: "Pleasure." He eases into a chair directly across from me and stretches his legs out.
DANNIKA: "Let's start off with a couple of questions so my readers can get to know you better. Tell us a little bit about your Breed, occupation, and where you're from."
SIMON: Rubs his fingers together and a faint blue light is barely visible. "Mage, of course. Profession? I guess you could call me a jack of all trades. I don't believe in selling my soul to the Mageri full time, or any other bloody organization. Too many hidden agendas and I'd rather do something worthy of my time. Not to say I haven't done a few odd jobs for them," he says, waving a dismissive hand. "I prefer to freelance and work on my own schedule. Ah, and you asked me where I'm from? The other side of the pond. My accent seems to have this rather amazing trick of dampening knickers."
DANNIKA: "What's that you're drinking?" I nod towards the coffee mug on the table beside him.
SIMON: "A bottle of red I swiped from Justus's wine collection. It's probably worth a bloody fortune. Doesn't have a clue you can get a perfectly good jug for a few pounds."
He snorts and dips his finger in the cup before putting it in his mouth.
DANNIKA: "How did you two meet?"
SIMON: "A card contest."
DANNIKA: "What were you playing for?"
SIMON: "A woman. She was..." Simon uses his hands to feel the curves of his imaginary double-D breasts. "A lovely young woman. Had every man in town after her. One night the stars aligned and we all ended up in the same tavern. I caught on to his gift fairly quickly so I invited him for a friendly game of cards to level the playing field."
DANNIKA: "So who won?"
SIMON: He smirks and leans back with his fingers locked behind his head. "Who do you think?"
DANNIKA: I smile. "Who went home with her?"
SIMON: "I would have, let's get the record straight on that one." His hands drop to his lap and he crosses his legs. "We did a little binding in the back room and one thing led to another. She was a Mage, so that's why we were both after her," he explains, taking a sip of his drink. "The ratio of men to women among our kind is abysmal. When her husband showed up, he wasn't all too pleased. In my defense, she didn't mention a word about being a bonded woman. Justus claims he knew, but that manky bastard was ready to take her out the door and shag her in the nearest barn, so anything he tells you is a pack of lies."
DANNIKA: "Fast friends ever since?"
SIMON: "You know Justus - always doing the right thing. He intervened when two men held me down. I still contend that I would have bested that Mage."
DANNIKA: "Describe yourself in one word."
DANNIKA: "If you don't mind, I have a few questions from a few readers."
Simon stands up and paces to the kitchen, snatching a small apple and tossing it in the air.
SIMON "I'd really like to hear this. Tell me, Miss Dark, what are the readers dying to know?" He crunches into the apple and takes a seat.
DANNIKA: "If you could play twister with any celebrity, who would it be?"
Simon chokes on his apple and coughs several times before regaining composure. He washes the food down with a gulp of wine and sets the apple on the table.
DANNIKA: I frown. "That's not a celebrity."
SIMON: "Maybe not in your eyes, but in mine she's a goddess. I love a woman who looks good in latex. Especially when they give good tail. Not to mention I do love a good pus--"
DANNIKA: "Yes, I think I know who you mean now. Next question: Have you ever been with another Breed?"
SIMON: "Jack of all trades, remember? I have a black belt in sex appeal. I must confess I prefer a Mage. I like to get hands on when it comes to--"
DANNIKA: "I'm sorry to interrupt, but can we keep this PG-13? It's going to be published on a public wall."
SIMON: "Only if we can get rated R later. I didn't realize all your questions would be about shagging, Miss Dark."
DANNIKA: I chuckle as he smooths his hand down his chest. "Perhaps next time we'll do the uncensored version. What intrigues you about a woman?"
SIMON: "And you want me to keep this censored with a loaded question like that? Tell me, who's asking these questions?" He waggles a brow. "I'd like to pay them all a visit and show them what intrigues me. Seriously, I like a woman with confidence. Nothing is sexier than a self-assured woman. Except maybe large--"
DANNIKA: "If you could go back and change one decision in your life, what would it be?"
SIMON: His face darkens and he rubs the back of his neck. "Some things aren't worth mentioning. Silver wasn't the only one with an unfair beginning."
DANNIKA: "Do you want to talk about it?"
SIMON takes a deep breath and stands up, tugging at the collar around his neck and hovering beside my chair. "What's the next question on the list? I'd rather not drag down a perfectly good interview." He peeks over my shoulder, trying to read the paper.
DANNIKA: I smile at the bulge in his pants. "Empty your pockets and show us what you got in there."
SIMON: "Just a bunch of rubbish," he says, digging his hand in and tossing items on the coffee table. "Wallet, pack of bubble gum, a few coins, oh...I forgot about this," he says, holding up a piece of paper with a lipstick kiss on it and a number scribbled in.
"Will have to give her a ring later, that one. She likes to play games." He tosses a cell phone and a few coins on the table before fishing out a small pocketknife from the back.
DANNIKA: "What's that for?" I point at the miniature chess piece shaped like a queen. It's so small that it could be concealed in a fist.
SIMON shrugs. "Luck? I've had it for years; carry it now and again when I need it."
DANNIKA: (laughing) "You thought you'd need it for this interview? I promise I won't bite."
SIMON'S tongue rolls across his bottom lip and I catch a glimmer of his piercing.
"Ah, but I might. I've been looking forward to this interview since the poll went up. Can't say the results surprised me; Knox being the master of the four-word vocabulary. You would have had to bleep the entire thing. Interview would have sounded like the emergency broadcast system." Simon snorts and finally sits down. I notice that the ends of his jeans are so frayed he looks like he walked forty miles barefoot.
DANNIKA: "Out of all the jobs you've done, which one do you most enjoy?"
SIMON: "Easy. Weapons trainer."
DANNIKA: "Tell us a little more about what that involves."
SIMON: "Well," he says, crossing his legs, "Some of the Learner's are a pain in the arse, but I do enjoy building up their skills and showing them what they can do with a knife. You'd be surprised how few Creators truly know how to fight--that's why they created all of their progeny. Someone to fight for them. My job is to do a bit of what Justus does with Silver, only..." he snorts, "not muck it up. I respect the man, but he relies too much on his fists and energy. You can't do that in a fight; a Learner must know how to handle a weapon properly. When it becomes an extension of you and not simply an object in your hand, then you're unstoppable. I've also received requests from other Breeds and it pays well. I call my own hours and there's no politics involved. Just good old fashioned combat. It involves thinking strategically."
DANNIKA: "If I went out to your car and turned it on, what music would be playing?"
SIMON: "Beastie Boys." He takes a long sip of his wine. "What? Did you think I was going to say Mozart or something like that? No, love. I'm a man who enjoys the classics."
DANNIKA "One last question: What are three staples that are always in supply in your kitchen?"
SIMON: He rubs his hand slowly down his chest and smiles wolfishly. "Whipped cream, tequila, and chocolate icing."
I'd like to thank Simon for gracing us with his presence in his very busy schedule. :-)
Zoë Merrick lived an ordinary life until late one night, she was brutally attacked and left for dead.
A man named Adam spotted her running down the road covered in blood, and took her under his wing. Zoë didn't just survive that night - she underwent a physical transformation and acquired strange new abilities. Severed from her old life, her frustration grows as she tries to comprehend what's happening to her.
Serendipity leads her to Justus. He's handsome, arrogant, and not entirely human. Zoë learns the truth about what she is and where she truly belongs. This world is dangerous for a young Mage and the only way she'll understand her power is by putting her trust in this man, and accepting the protection he offers.
When her immortal freedom is threatened by the one man who has a right to claim her, Zoë learns the price of freedom...and the value of loyalty.
Months after moving to the mysterious city of Cognito, Silver is developing her gifts as a Mage and learning how to live under new laws. She is forced to give up her old life and live in secret among the humans. There is finally hope of leading an ordinary life . . . until Logan Cross walks into it.
Their chance meeting leads her close to discovering the identity of the nameless Mage who once stole her light and discovered the unique power she possesses. That knowledge poses an unimaginable threat to Silver, fueling her search to find out who he is, before he finds her first.
Lives are at stake. Truths are revealed. And an unexpected passion ignites.
Book three, IMPULSE is due this Fall. Locate on Goodreads to add to your bookshelf.