Logan interview
Fantasy Gab is a nighttime talk show dedicated to covering the latest developments in fantasy news, including the review of new books and movies. The host, Sam Smarmy is a tall, thin Caucasian man who has appeared to be in his mid-thirties for the last fifty years. His pale skin has a plastic quality and his fangy smile gleams with the wattage of a thousand light bulbs. Sam has worked on a variety of game shows and sitcoms, including The Newlywed Game and Family Feud, prior to becoming the host of Fantasy Gab.
As the opening credits to the show finish rolling, the camera reveals Sam Smarmy seated in a black recliner. He flashes his bright smile until the applause fades.
Seated to Sam's left is a gorgeous young man in his twenties with spikey brown hair and startling amber eyes. He sprawls in his chair, arms on the rests, legs wide.
"Good evening," Sam says. "Tonight, we have a special treat for our audience. Welcome Logan Koenig, werewolf heartthrob!"
"Thanks, Sam. It's a pleasure to be here."
"How does it feel to officially be a literary hottie?" Sam asks.
Logan's brow climbs. "Is it really official?"
"Yes, it must be since 'Literal Hotties Naughty Books Reviews' has provided our forum this evening and here you are..."
"Wow." Logan suggestively touches his stomach just above the top button on the fly of his jeans. He jerks away and shakes his hand as if burned. "Oh yeah, I'm smokin'."
Women in the audience shout and scream.
Sam's eyes glow; his canines get a fang on. "That you are. That you are."
Logan only grins.
After a second, Sam licks his lips and clears his throat. "I'm going to start with a question from our audience. Logan, Christine from San Francisco wants to know--what's your sign?"
A small smile plays on Logan's lips. "I was born under a bad sign."
Sam grins. "With a blue moon in your eyes?"
"Exactly."
"Have you got yourself a gun?"
"More like claws and teeth." Logan smiles to show off those teeth.
"Okay, enough, enough, before I hear from Alabama's legal reps," Sam says, waving his hand. "So you're a werewolf, eh? That makes you a pretty dangerous fellow."
"I don't think of myself as dangerous."
"You don't? That's interesting," Sam says. "I understand your author once characterized werewolves as 'killing machines--tanks with claws'."
"That's a gross exaggeration. We're more like SUVs with claws."
The audience responds with laughter and scattered applause. Sam waits until it fades. "How would you describe yourself? Are you more of a lover or a fighter?"
"Lover. Definitely a lover." Logan smiles and winks for the audience.
Sam chuckles. "Tell me about your role in 'Hunger Moon'."
"Sure. As the story opens, I stand accused of having murdered my mother two years before. Only I have no memory of the night in question."
"Your own mother?"
Logan's hands fist and he hesitates before answering. "Yes."
"A convenient case of amnesia?"
Logan's amber eyes flash. "There was nothing convenient about it."
Sam clears his throat. "After Valkyrie Victoria Storm comes to town, she agrees to help you investigate the murder in hopes of clearing your name."
"She agrees eventually but it wasn't all that easy convincing her to help."
Sam grins. "Is it true you threw Victoria's car into a lake?"
Logan relaxes into his recliner. His grin is cocky. "Hey, I lost my phone over that. Besides, did you see her car? I've seen nicer toilet seats."
Sam's eyes twinkle. "Was Victoria inside the vehicle when you tossed it to its watery grave?"
"It got her out of her clothing, didn't it?"
Sam snickers. "Let's talk about why Melissa Snark recently retitled the series--"
Logan's brow arches. "Retitled?"
"Yes, retitled," Sam says. "The series, formerly called 'Norse Werewolves Urban Fantasy' was recently renamed 'Loki's Wolves'. Do you have any inside information you'd care to share?"
Logan shakes his head. "Not a clue."
"Do you know what it means?"
"No. In fact, this is the first I've heard of it."
"Is that because you haven't been on the set of 'Battle Cry', the sequel to 'Hunger Moon'?"
Logan frowns and his jaw clenches. "That's correct. I've been given a few token text messages with Victoria but other than that, I don't have a key role in the next book."
Sam develops predatory intensity. "Are you being written out of the series?"
There is dead silence in the audience.
"Absolutely not."
"Are you sure?"
Logan's eyes narrow and take on a dangerous gleam. "My fans wouldn't tolerate it."
Women in the audience scream in support. Ladies shout: "We love you, Logan!" and "I want to have your baby!"
"See?" Logan says with a confident grin. "The author knows her entire series would collapse without me."
Sam chuckles. "Quite the ego you've got there. Well then, go ahead and share with us what your future holds."
"The next book after 'Battle Cry' will focus primarily on me."
Sam claps his hands. "Delightful. What can you tell us?"
"Sorry. Sworn to secrecy." Logan draws a cross over his heart with his index finger.
"Harrumph." Sam clears his throat. "Well, what about the title? Does the book have a title yet?"
Logan flushes and mumbles something indistinct.
Sam cocks his head. "Sorry, I didn't catch that. Could you repeat it?"
Logan sighs and speaks louder. "The author's working title is 'Run Logan Run'."
Sam chortles and slaps the arm rest of his chair. "Ha, that's quite clever."
"Melissa thinks so," Logan says, rolling his eyes.
"I notice you're on a first name basis with Mrs. Snark."
"I am."
"One final question before we're out of time," Sam says. "Lori from New York City wants to know--boxers or briefs?"
Logan grins. "Commando."
Female screams swell as the closing credits for Fantasy Gab roll.
Hunger Moon
(A Victoria Storm novel, #2 Loki's Wolves series)
by Melissa Snark
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BLURB:
Valkyrie Victoria Storm desires nothing more than to provide her wolf pack with a safe haven, but her position as priestess to the Goddess Freya also brings with it certain… obligations. Not to mention complications.
War with the Barrett family resulted in the deaths of her parents and most of her pack. Now, hunters are hot on the trail of the remaining pack members. Sawyer Barrett, a human hunter hell bent on revenge, is convinced that Victoria murdered his brother. He will stop at nothing to see her dead.
Victoria must defend the survivors and somehow lead them to safety. Months on the run has weakened the pack, and there are newborn pups to protect, making swift travel impossible. Ahead, the promise of refuge beckons.
Their best chance for survival lies in Sierra Pines, California: Arik Koenig, a powerful, dominant male wolf. He promises to protect and provide for the pack, something Victoria knows the pack needs for survival. His mysterious past is riddled with violence and death, including the slaughter of his entire family twenty years before. His wife died under mysterious circumstances and his son, Logan, is rumored to be her killer.
What is truth? Who can she trust? The desperate spirit of Arik’s murdered wife calls out for help, and Logan begs for assistance in clearing his name. Victoria must solve a murder that has pitted father against son, rooted in a mystery reaching back two decades. Her quest starts her on a journey from the human world to Odin’s Valhalla and back again.
Victoria will find salvation or face destruction beneath the Hunger Moon…
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Excerpt :
Victoria felt him before she saw him. His power washed over her with the force of an incoming tide, as dark, mysterious and unstoppable as the ocean. Her wolf rose to answer his in instinctive response, defiant and determined. She challenged his power and altered the irresistible flow so it passed around rather than over her. Before she reached the office entrance, the male werewolf responded to her presence and surged to his feet. He rounded the desk, demonstrating extraordinary grace and strength, and she braced for a physical confrontation. He dwarfed her in both height and weight.
As soon as their gazes met, they locked in a dominance contest. His narrowed eyes pierced hers; the light-pigmented brown irises were the color of honey and eclipsed the whites and round black pupils. Wolf eyes.
Victoria did not approach with her head low or avert her gaze. Instead, she challenged him outright, radiating defiance, posture stiff and erect. While they faced off, she regretted the tactical error, but it was too late to rescind. Her stubborn pride permitted no retreat, and it went against her nature to submit.
"Let's take this outside where there are no humans to bear witness," he said in a deep, resonant voice she found appealing.
Aroused, her wolf took an immediate interest in him as a fine, fit male animal. For the first time, Victoria noticed his physical appearance, and her wolf found him more than acceptable. She estimated his age as being in his late thirties. He in no way suffered for the smattering of silver hairs that peppered his dark head. He was a perfect specimen of a man.
Distracted, Victoria broke eye contact, but not to submit. She ran her gaze over his body with blatant approval, lingering on his broad shoulders and chest, muscular arms and legs. He wore a tailored navy suit with a light shirt and dark blue tie. From the way his clothing fit, there was not an ounce of spare fat anywhere on him.
His features possessed splendid symmetry, though a silver scar on his right cheek marred his perfection. The shape of his brow, nose, and lower face hinted at a distant Roman heritage. High cheekbones alluded to his Nordic blood. He cleared his throat, and Victoria scented both his arousal and amusement.
"Did you come to challenge me, or do you have something else in mind?"
His devilish smile hinted at a sense of humor, and Victoria seized on the opening. A ballsy gamble carried inherent risk, but her initial inept blundering had left her with no other graceful out. Her eyes rose to meet his once again.
"I am Victoria, daughter of Adair and Katherine, High Priestess of Freya, Lady Valkyrie, shaman, and healer," she said, making her boast. "I am also the Alpha of my pack, and I am seeking a mate. I have come to assess whether you would make an acceptable suitor."
"You're kidding." He registered surprise and disbelief.
Victoria arched her brow. "I am not."
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