An Interview with…

Well, I’m not going to spoil it already! You’re just going to have to keep reading. *wink*

I have an interview with an unlikely character this evening. To be honest, I’m not sure how it’s going to turn out. My friend and fellow author Julie Lynn Hayes has started writing a new series of flash fiction pieces. This isn’t one of her usual romance stories, but in An Unholy Alliance she’s crafted interesting characters and a story filled with twists and turns. Julie graciously helped me set up this interview with her main character.

So back to my situation…several of the outdoor café tables are open. I’m guessing not many people want to brave the heat even though the sun dipped beneath the horizon an hour ago. I casually scan the area, noting the exits and any possible obstacles to leaving quickly. As I mentioned, I’m not too certain of how things are going to go. Julie informed me I will be meeting with a vampire. She assured me he’s an honest to goodness vamp, not just a pimply wanna be with plastic fangs and lots of white makeup. But, a vampire? Really? They actually exist? I confess that I kind of think she’s playing a joke on me. But, on the off chance she’s not, I pick a table where I can sit with my back to the café’s front window. I tighten the scarf around my neck and plop my messenger bag on the seat next to me. I take a drink of iced coffee before pulling my notebook and fountain pen from my bag. Positioning everything just so on the table, I sit back in my chair and wait. Not casually relaxing. No, not me. I’m on full alert. Like defcon off- the-scale alert.

Loud laughter draws my attention to the street. A young couple is busy pawing each other while trying to walk together despite what appears to be a high level of intoxication. Her walking out of her flip flop is a major clue. And I guess she won’t be going back to retrieve it. Wait…oh my…is his hand down the front of her Daisy dukes? Oh dear. Sheesh, her mother must be so proud—

“Excuse me, would you be Avery?”

I quickly look to my left and see a tall handsome black man with the most beautiful dark eyes, like ebony stars in a night sky. Nothing like being caught off guard. “Um, yes, that’s me.” I push my chair back and stand. I’m ready to extend my hand for a handshake when I have second thoughts. I awkwardly motion to the chair across from me instead. I hope he didn’t notice that. Let him not be offended. “Please, have a seat.”

I ramble on, “Thank you for coming, Char. Or wait, should I call you Charlemagne? Maybe Mr.—“ Crap! I don’t know his last name. Do vampires have a last name? Well, I’m quickly screwing up this interview. I will be lucky if he doesn’t just leave.

He gives me the most charming smile that I only imagine contains a touch of condescension, as though he’s dealing with an unmannerly child. Then he bows slightly before sliding into his seat in what I can only describe as an elegant way. Wow, don’t usually see manners like that these days.

“Charlemagne, please, if you don’t mind. Charlemagne Toussaint, at your service. Julie… persuaded me to consent to this interview with you. She says you are very good friends, and that it would be in my best interest to do so. Of course, she didn’t mean that quite the way it sounds.”

Again with the charming smile.

“What can I say? She has a way about her. Although, to be honest, I don’t know why you are interested in interviewing me, so perhaps there is a modicum of curiosity involved in my being here. Be that as it may, I am at your disposal. At least for a little while.”

Annnnddd now that you’ve met Mr. Toussaint, you’re going to have to stop back for the rest of the interview. Trust me, it will be worth your while!

If you’re curious about Julie and her writing, you can stop by her blog here.

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