Monday, October 28, 2013

Introducing Roman from Andrew Grey's Taken

Please give a warm welcome to author Andrew Grey as we sit down with his hero, Roman, from his newest release, Taken.

Take it away Roman....

Please give a warm welcome to Roman from Taken by Andrew Grey today as we sit down and see what makes him/her tick.

Q: So tell us about yourself. What got you in the crosshairs for your author?   I’m a dancer and I guess he really liked my form. 

Q: What was it that drew you to your mate?  Malik is wonderful but he doesn’t think so.  At first it was hard to draw him out of his shell, but once I did.  It was worth it.

Q: A little naughty fun, where was the wildest place you seduced your partner(s)?  Malik is pretty tame, at least outside of our own bedroom, but then he’s a tiger.  For the two of us, it isn’t about geography, but each other. 

Q: Boxers, briefs or Commando on a man?  All of the above.  I like ot mix things up.  Keeps Malik guessing. 

Q: If your partner wants to seduce you, what's one sure fire trick he can play?   Malik gets this bit of fire in his eyes and that really gets my motor going.  We seem to be able to read each other which is why it was such a shock when ion the day of our wedding, Malik didn’t show up.

Q: What is the one place on your partner's body that you know will drive them wild-in and out of bed?  Right at the base of his neck.  Malik had this spot and if I touch him there he’ll mewl like a cat before going wild. 

Q: What was one of the most embarrassing thing your author did to you in Taken?  I’m not sure it could be characterized as embarrassing, but he made me think that Malik had left me at the altar when instead Malik had been kidnapped.  When I found out the truth, I wanted to smack him silly, but then he’d probably put me in high heels and feather boa, so I kept my hands to home. 

Q: Anything else you would like to add?  Just that I know our story was hard to write.  It had a lot of ups and downs, but in the end Malik and I are blissfully happy.  It was just hard getting to the ‘I do’

Thank you Roman for joining us on 'Meet the Character' day here at Dawn’s Reading Nook Blog. Please find Taken by Andrew Grey at Dreamspinner Press


On the day he and Roman Capanelli were to be married, Malik Stevens wakes up in a small room with very little light. Time must be passing, because a door opens from time to time and food is left for him—that’s his only connection to the outside world. Roman is a choreographer on Broadway, and he’s waiting for Malik at the park with all their friends, ready to start their marriage ceremony. When Malik doesn’t show up, Roman is nearly heartbroken thinking he’s been left at the altar. But soon he understands that Malik hasn’t stood him up, he’s been taken.
Desperate and determined, Roman begins searching for clues to aid the police. Then, when Malik escapes, the couple continue the search until they ferret out the culprit, and in the process open up a box of secrets. An orphan who grew up in a foster home, Malik knows his father was a serial killer and his mother died of grief and shame after his father was convicted. Now it seems some of his parents skeletons still hang in the family closet. But was Malik’s kidnapping meant to uncover those secrets or to hide them forever?
Malik was cold. He reached to pull covers over him and then scooted over to be closer to Roman’s radiator-like heat. When the cold didn’t abate, he tried again. Somewhere in his clouded mind, he knew this wasn’t right. He was in bed with Roman at their place, and it should be warm. He was always warm with Roman, inside and out. Malik tried a third time and then gave up. He curled into a ball, and for a few seconds he was warmer and sank back into oblivion.
He didn’t stay there for very long. The cold seeped through him once again, and this time when Malik moved, he realized there was no bed at all. He was lying on something hard and cold. He reached out and patted the area around him, the source of his discomfort, which shocked him.
“Roman, you pushed me out of bed,” Malik whined, and then he stood up, eyes still closed, and tried to get back in bed. But there was no bed to get back into, and he stumbled and caught himself before forcing his still-heavy eyelids to open.
Malik looked around in complete confusion. He had no idea where he was, his head ached something awful, and he could barely stand up. His mind swam and swirled. Malik closed his eyes once again and ended up sitting on the floor because it was the only position that didn’t make him want to throw up. He breathed in deeply and then released the air from his lungs, trying to figure out what in hell had happened. Slowly, very slowly, his head cleared, and he was able to open his eyes without dizziness. He could see very little. The only light in the room came from one of those glowing nightlights. Nothing else. Malik was in a bare room with what looked like concrete walls. No furniture. The only things that broke up the walls were two doors. Malik stood up and took a few tentative steps. He opened the first door. It led to a bathroom with a sink mounted to the wall, and a toilet, nothing else. Not even a towel or anything to wipe his hands with. He turned and closed the door before walking to the other one. The knob didn’t turn, and he tried pulling, but the steel door didn’t budge.
What the hell was going on? Why was he in this room? “Hey, let me out!” he cried, pounding a few times on the metal door. No answer. Nothing. He pounded again and then listened…. He could hear nothing at all from the outside. “What’s going on?” he asked out loud, needing to hear something. He wrapped his arms around himself for comfort and warmth before slowly making a circuit of the entire room.
In one corner, he found two blankets folded and left in a pile. Malik opened one of them and wrapped it around his shoulders. He reached up and touched the low ceiling. It seemed to be made of those acoustical tiles they used in the seventies. There was a light in the center, and Malik looked for a switch on the walls. He found one near the steel door, but nothing happened when he flicked it on.
Malik took a few steps to the other blanket and carried it to the center of the room. He placed the blanket on the floor and sat on it before looking around again. His eyes had adjusted to the dark, but there was nothing to see. He was in a cold concrete room with a bathroom and two blankets. He patted the pockets of the jacket he was wearing, hoping to find his cell phone, but they were empty. He slipped his hand into each pocket of the soft tuxedo jacket, only to come up empty.
He froze, then stood up, stepped closer to the only source of light, and looked at his clothes. Tuxedo. His brain must have been scrambled. He was wearing a tuxedo.
A chill went up Malik’s spine, and he remembered. He’d gotten dressed to go to a wedding—his wedding. His mouth dropped open. Today he was marrying Roman. A smile spread across his face but quickly faded. He tried to check his watch to see what time it was, but it was gone too. Malik began to shiver. Was he too late? Had he already missed it?

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Don't forget to check out the first book, Stranded, now available in e-book & print at Dreamspinner Press

Andrew grew up in western Michigan with a father who loved to tell stories and a mother who loved to read them. Since then he has lived throughout the country and traveled throughout the world. He has a master’s degree from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee and works in information systems for a large corporation.

Andrew’s hobbies include collecting antiques, gardening, and leaving his dirty dishes anywhere but in the sink (particularly when writing)  He considers himself blessed with an accepting family, fantastic friends, and the world’s most supportive and loving partner. Andrew currently lives in beautiful, historic Carlisle, Pennsylvania.

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