Hello, Trevor! So good of you to come by the Journal today to talk with me. Make yourself at home and we’ll get started.
What was your first impression of your writer? Carolyn? She’s nice enough for a human. Much more respectful than most. Doesn’t rush into anything, for damn sure. Methodical, you know, has to think everything through. Always has a plan B, you know, a fall back plan. A lot like me, so, yeah, I like her.
How did you and your heroine meet? (Shakes head) My assignment was to guard a boy the Syndicate thought was in danger, the Chairman’s son. With my natural ability to cloak, camouflage with my surroundings, I spent a lot of time in the boy’s school. Cassidy Sinclair was—still is— his teacher. Couldn’t help but watch her, too. (A sly grin spreads across his face.) She’s easy on the eyes, for sure.
What is your greatest strength? Greatest weakness? How have they shaped your life? Greatest strength? I don’t know. Using my innate Watcher abilities to shift and virtually disappear before your eyes to protect innocent people. Greatest weakness? Inability to trust humans. They hunt us, try to hurt my kind, make up humiliating stories, but we just want to live in peace. In general, outside of my job, I don’t socialize with humans because of the trust issues.
What first drew you to your heroine? She’s sexy and sweet and really bonded with my charge, Allan. She’s great with first graders; she just loves them. But she always seemed a little sad, a little alone. Like me.
If you could be in any profession, what would you do and why? Really? I do what I do because I’m good at it. If I really could do anything, I’d work with troubled Para youth to work through issues and learn to live in the world.
So, in your story, what was the most memorable moment for you? When I finally revealed to her that I was a Watcher, a “Bigfoot,” and she already knew. Damn. I mean, I’d spent all that time and energy hiding my heritage from her and she knew. I don’t remember, but she said I’d shifted when I got shot and stabbed the attacker before collapsing on the floor. She just blows me away. I mean, she knew I was this big hairy beast and she crawled to me anyway to put pressure on my wound, comfort me. Still gets me.
What do you do for fun? (Lifts eyebrow.) Hmm. Now I have a mate, I think you can guess. Other than that, what you’d expect: hiking, swimming, fishing.
Would you like for your writer to create a sequel for you? Why or why not? Hell, no, I don’t want a sequel. A sequel for me means Cassie leaves me or is kidnapped—again—and I don’t want to go through any of that. I like my happily ever after and want to keep it that way. Cassie is my life and when we have kids, they’ll be icing on the cake.
What do you do for a living? Covered that. Bodyguard.
What is your greatest fear? My kind being exposed used to be my greatest fear. Our way of life destroyed, our people exploited. Now? Something bad happening to Cassie. When she was kidnapped, it took everything in me to keep my head, get the upper hand.
What do you wear when you go to sleep? Not answering. Only Cassie knows. I may be a beast at times, but she scares me with those schoolmarm looks.
What is your most prized possession? Possession? I guess my wedding ring because it symbolizes our union. Usually it stays in her jewelry box, though, since I never know when I’ll have to shift. Losing it would mean my hide.
What do you think your greatest weakness is? Trust.
What do you think is your strongest attribute? Determination. When I set my mind to do something, it gets done. Except in Cassie’s case. She totally wore me down and I am so glad she’s as stubborn as me.
What are you proudest of? My morals. I stick to the rule “Do no harm” except when the other person or being is evil, than all bets are off.
What is most attractive to you about the opposite sex? Eyes. Eyes don’t lie. Lips can, words can, even actions can. But when you look right into someone’s eyes, you see truth. Cassie’s mesmerized me from the first day.
What trait or characteristic do you most dislike about the opposite sex? I used to be able to rattle off a long list, but she’s like the exception to the rule, you know. Hmm. They can be devious. I think it’s innate. Even Cassie can be devious, though I did deserve it. And I did enjoy it in the moment.
What’s your favorite thing to do on a rainy afternoon? (Rubs fingers together and fidgets a bit.) Let’s just say it’s a pair activity on soft moss beneath a leafy canopy.
What’s your favorite animal? Dogs. You know, dogs love us unconditionally, no matter what. And they know our scent in both forms. They don’t care.
Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo, what would it be and where? No, I wouldn’t get a tattoo. I have plenty of scars. Although, if Cassie wanted a matching tattoo, she would look very sexy with one on her hip. A small one of a rune. Maybe water or forest. Or peace because she ultimately brings me peace.
Blurb for Guarding His Heart:
School teacher Cassidy Sinclair’s sanity is questioned after claiming to see her hero appear out of thin air. Her savior dies in her arms after intercepting a gunshot meant for her and her student, Allan Branson. The only person who believes her account is the boy’s father who arranges her one-week stay at an exclusive holistic healing spa called the Wiccan Haus off the coast of Maine.
Trevor Green, a paranormal, is recovering—again—from gunshot wounds at Wiccan Haus. His body battered and his confidence broken, he is tasked to protect the woman he almost got killed. The one he’s fantasized about for months and who thinks he’s dead.
What happened? He inhaled a calming breath and counted to ten, aware that Cemil and Cyrus had joined Sage and were awaiting his answer. Well, not Cemil. He was just being polite. As a telepath, he’d already read Trevor’s thoughts.
“She was determined to come back here and I had to stop her.”
Cemil grinned. “The best you could come up with was decloaking her dead savior right in front of her?”
“Yeah,” he snarled, “it was.” Cassidy stirred in his arms and he tightened his hold keeping her close. He savored the innocent intimacy and hated himself for enjoying it.
Dana stood between the two elevators. “Your room or hers?”
He nodded toward Sage as he waited for the third elevator, the one reserved for the humans. Somehow, these siblings had charmed the elevators so that only humans could use the one designated to go to the third floor and only Paranormals could use the second floor elevator. The first elevator was reserved for the siblings alone. No one knew where that one went.
“I could use a key to her room.”
“How will you get there?” Sage asked, though he was sure she knew the answer. As always, he would wait patiently, cloaked, for his opportunity.
“Don’t worry about me. Just get me the key. She’s not going to be an easy one to keep an eye on.” The elevator pinged and Dana escorted him to the third floor.
In the privacy of the elevator, he pressed his lips to her hair. She wouldn’t know, but he would remember the silky strands caressing his cheek during the long lonely nights.
He needed to concoct a believable explanation for materializing out of thin air without threatening her sanity.
Or his secret.