Please
give a warm welcome to Jev from Scrying for Summer by Katherine McIntyre today as we sit down and see what makes her
tick.
Q:
So tell us about yourself. What got you in the crosshairs for your author?
Apparently
my brand of sass and danger fit the bill for leading lady in this book after I
met Conor and Brenna in Hunting for Spring. What can I say? I’m easily bored.
Q:
What was it that drew you to your mate?
Sure
as hell wasn’t his moral aptitude. I hated Liam O’Reilly with the passion of a
thousand dying stars at first. After all, traitors are the worst sort of bottom
dwellers out there. But I guess he’s okay. If I had to admit it, the first time
I didn’t want to punch him in the face was watching him around his mom. He
tossed the stupid cockiness out the window, and I witnessed an entirely
different guy, one with a sweetness and loyalty you’d have never guessed.
Q:
A little naughty fun, where was the wildest place you seduced your partner(s)?
Well,
I would’ve at the club if we hadn’t been hunting down pieces of a lamp and
laying the smackdown on some asshole necromancers who were causing trouble. We’ve
had a couple times when we didn’t make it all the way up to my apartment though
and ended up going at it in the alleyway instead.
Q:
Boxers, briefs or Commando on a man?
Boxer-briefs,
hands down.
Q: If your partner wants to seduce you, what's one sure fire trick they can do to seduce you?
Q: If your partner wants to seduce you, what's one sure fire trick they can do to seduce you?
Does
pissing me off count? I swear, half the time we’re yelling at each other one
second and the next we’re making out. Not going to lie though, I love when he
picks me up to slam me against the wall.
Q:
What is the one place on your partner's body that you know will drive them
wild-in and out of bed?
He
likes when I bite his bottom lip—it’s a guaranteed way to get things started.
Q:
What was one of the most embarrassing things your author did to you in Scrying
for Summer?
Hooked
me up with that asshole. Thaaaaanks, bunches. In all honesty, I don’t really
get embarrassed by much. I might do dumb shit sometimes, run my mouth, and I
know I’ve made mistakes, but none of that bothers me in the end. After all, why
waste time dwelling when there are Unseelie assholes lurking around every
corner, ready to play? Figure fighting to keep my city safe is a much better
use of my energy.
Q:
Anything else you would like to add?
Yeah,
a note to Sienna. The cheesesteak in the break room fridge is MINE. Has my name
on it and everything. Take it at your peril, because after spending the whole
morning sorting through tomes, I’m a mite bit hangry.
Thank you Jev for joining us on 'Meet the Character' day
here at Dawn’s Reading Nook Blog. You can find all of Katherine McIntyre’s books
at https://www.amazon.com/Katherine-McIntyre/e/B00J8U4VNU.
Paranormal, Shape-shifters, Urban Fantasy
Loose Id Publishing
Jev was
looking for an adventure, however she wanted the usual variety of stomping out
nasty fae in the city as an enforcer of the Philly Coven. Instead, handsome as
sin Liam O'Reilly shows up on her doorstep dropping news of the worst
organization of fae they'd dealt with on the rise again. Except, he's a
traitor, an asshole, and the absolute last person she wants to work with.
However, the longer they work together, the more the fire between them burns, turning from rage and irritation into something primal. And as she gets to know the real Liam O'Reilly behind the charming smiles and sexy lines, he becomes so much deadlier. Because the protective, self-sacrificing man underneath his facade is just the sort she could fall for.
However, the longer they work together, the more the fire between them burns, turning from rage and irritation into something primal. And as she gets to know the real Liam O'Reilly behind the charming smiles and sexy lines, he becomes so much deadlier. Because the protective, self-sacrificing man underneath his facade is just the sort she could fall for.
Excerpt:
Liam
stepped away from her desk and crossed his arms as he waited for Jev to
respond, the silence setting his nerves aflame. The entire Coven building gave
him the jitters—too much magic brewing in this place, and as he strode through
he’d garnered more than a couple nasty gazes. Not like he hadn’t earned them.
Anyone who knew his past discretions already juried him as a screwup. He
couldn’t help but notice the steel in her gaze as the girl with the brilliant
mind weighed her options. Since he’d last seen her, she’d changed her hair to a
lush cerulean that even in the yellowed light of the library shone like a
jewel.
Jev
hissed out a breath, and her fingertips curled around the edge of the large
book she clutched. Her full lips pursed as she met his gaze, a resigned and
more than a little irritated look in her own.
“Fine,
consider me baited.” She glared at him before using the desk to push herself
up. “Spill.”
Liam
shook his head, casting a glance around the spacious room. Jev had earned his
trust through the blood of battle even if she hated his guts. However, the
entire Coven of witches didn’t need to overhear the information he had to
discuss. “Not here.”
Her
brow quirked up. “Yeah, because I’m going to just follow you to a dark alley
where you can kidnap and murder me?”
The
comment hit him like a blow to the gut, but he didn’t let it show. After all,
he’d had years of experience playing a part, and the cruel and unaffected act
had become a specialty. “Pick a public place, and we’ll go.” Even here in the
library, where the books far outnumbered the witches present, the press of
gazes made him uneasy. He spent years with no allies, watching his every move
and every phrase until paranoia had sunk into his veins.
“Diner
up the street. The owner’s a friend of mine, so if you decide to pull any hinky
shit, not only will I kick your ass, but he will too.” She bent down to loop
her messenger bag around her shoulder before tapping a finger on the desk. “No
time like the present.”
Liam
blinked in surprise at her quick-as-a-breeze pace, but rather than commenting,
he jammed his hands into his pockets and gave her a nod. As they strode up the
steps of the library, their footsteps echoing throughout the cavernous place,
he cast a glance her way. “You know, if I was planning on ‘pulling hinky shit,’
I’d hope I was intelligent enough to nab you outside your home or something
rather than escorting you out of your workplace with hundreds of dangerous
witnesses.”
Jev
let out a snort. “The jury’s still out on your level of intellect. After all,
you signed up with Evil Incorporated in the first place.”
Author
Bio:
A
modern day Renaissance-woman, Katherine McIntyre has learned soapmaking, beer
brewing, tea blending, and most recently roasting coffee. Most of which make
sure she’s hydrated and bathed while she spends the rest of her time writing.
With a desire to travel and more imagination than she knows what to do with,
all the stories jumping around in her head led to the logical route of jotting
them down on paper. She writes novels with snarky women, ragtag crews, and guys
with bad attitudes. High chances for a passionate speech thrown into the mix.
Author
Links:
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http://www.katherine-mcintyre.com
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