Please give a warm welcome to Blare Chaplynn from Valor
by K. Laché today as we sit down and see
what makes him tick.
What’s your favorite thing to do
when you’re not saving your lover?
I wouldn't say Rivet needs
saving, really. He is much better equipped for saving then I am. Ha, I tend to
freak out. Oh, wait, I guess, I save him emotionally, I assume that counts?
Anyway, back the question: eating, definitely.
What is it about your love
interest, Rivet Scalzo, that makes you crazy in a good way?
Where to start? He's a gorgeous
and probably one of the most thankless men I have ever met. It's one of the
many, many things I love about him, but it breaks my heart and then he does
this cute little half smile, healing my heart again.
Do you sometimes want to strangle
your writer? Thrash her/him to within an inch of their life? Make them do the
stupid crap they makes you do?
I'm pretty sure it's the opposite. I know she wants to strangle us
characters a lot of the time for forcing her hand to write what we think should
happen or what feels natural to us. I almost feel bad, but then I know she's
happy in the end. Of course, after all of the blood, sweat, and tears have been
cleared away.
Favorite food?
I have to pick only one? How about a favorite category? I love junk
food: pizza, chili cheese fries, soda. The more calories it has in it, the
better I like it!
Tell me a little bit about your
world. What are your greatest challenges in that world?
My world is very much like the real world. There are a lot of
superficial people and while being gay isn't a huge problem in my town, not
looking "normal" is. Granted, there are people who don't like the
fact that Rivet and I are gay, but Rivet is scarred and came back to my town,
the same town he grew up in, after about ten years. Rumors were started and
believed about him, so he had to come back to rehabilitate to all that
negativity.
Describe yourself in four words.
Hungry. Compassionate. Talkative. And, uh, did I mention: hungry?
What do you do for a living?
I'm a model, or, well, was
a model. I stayed with local or semi-local designers and photographers. I
didn't plan on being a model nor staying a model. It was just a pit-stop for
me.
What do you fear the most?
Losing Rivet, now that I have him. It's sappy, I know, but when you
read about our trials and tribulations together, you'll understand.
Genre
Contemporary homosexual romance
Blurb
It takes valor to support and love those who need it the
most and never expected to receive it.
For
Rivet Scalzo, returning to his childhood home after a decade was not on his
list of places to go while recuperating. After nearly being blown up on a mission,
Rivet is forced to deal with his PTSD and sudden deafness without help from
Vigilance, the secret governmental agency he works for. He resigned himself to
a lonely recovery, but, perhaps by chance, he met Blare Chaplynn, a model whose
caring nature helps ease the horror of Rivet’s home life. As they grow closer,
Rivet is burdened by the secrets he can’t share with the one man he grows
to love.
If Blare knew a mild concussion was all he needed to meet
the man of his dreams, he would have gladly accepted it long ago. He knew there
was something special about Rivet when he first saw him at the park, but never
guessed this man of mystery would be hiding so many secrets. Blare is forced to
confront the fact that Rivet may never tell him everything, but is trust the
reason Rivet is so close-lipped or is it something more?
Excerpt
Rivet walked over to the armoire and typed his nine-digit
code into the keypad with the knuckle of his finger. The light to the scanner
flickered on. He placed his hand flat and watched the string of light move up
and down his hand. The doors of the armoire clicked and opened. There was a
small flat-screen monitor on each door and one monitor settled in the middle. A
small metal stool raised from the floor. Rivet sat, dropping his bag by his
feet and pulled the keyboard from under the monitor. He held down the escape
key while typing a four-character password. All three monitors flickered to
life showing a plain command box with Passcode at the top and the cursor
blinking below it. His fingers easily typed in a twelve-digit code.
When the computer loaded, a new message window popped up. He
clicked the mouse to view it and quickly read the message:
Contact
me when you get this.
—Commander
D.
Rivet sighed and clicked on the contact’s name. It brought
up a live video feed of a man sitting in a nondescript office, bookshelf behind
him.
“Agent Scalzo,” the man’s voice was commanding and firm.
Rivet was used to the no-nonsense voice and gave him a nod.
“Commander.”
“Have you settled?”
He paused a moment before answering. “Sir, civilian life and
I do not agree.”
“You need to make it work.”
Rivet shook his head. “All due respect, sir, couldn’t I have
been stationed elsewhere? I have told you about my family. I could have been
anybody, anywhere else.”
“You are on leave and need to be who you really are, not
another persona. The Council and I believed this was the best option.”
Rivet snorted bitterly and fought not to glare at his
superior.
Commander Donovan narrowed his eyes. “What was that, Agent?”
He clenched his teeth. “Nothing, sir.”
He watched the commander pause a moment. “You are to pick up
a package at the post office. The clerk will ask you how you are doing and tell
whomever it is that you’re glad to be away from the rain in London. The package
contains a secure laptop and cell phone, understood?”
“Affirmative, sir.”
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