Hanukkah, Christmas, Kwanzaa…the holidays are always filled with so much joy and spirit and…food and presents and… well, all those things we have to be grateful for, and also all those things we might need to give up come the new year. (What? I have to give up cookies if I want to fit in that new outfit I got? I’m going to cry.) So today, in the spirit of sharing (our pain), Elisabeth Staab and I are sitting down with some of our favorite characters from our novels and talking about the dreaded New Year’s resolutions. We knew if we didn’t get them together they wouldn’t do it otherwise, so today their pain is your gain (in entertainment). Enjoy!
“I don’t know what we’re doing here,” Roland grumbles, shuffling impatiently back and forth across the rug, creating little piles of wool that kick up around his thick-soled boots as he paces Logan’s living room.
“Roland, will you stop drawing attention to my need to vacuum?” Jessica snaps in exasperation.
Roland glances down, grunts, and sits beside Karissa on the loveseat his knee bouncing a mile a minute.
“Really, Roland.” Karissa firmly places her hand on his knee.
“This is a waste of time,” he says. “I don’t need changing so why do I have to come up with some stupid resolution?”
“You don’t need changing?” Valin laughs from where he leans against the doorjamb, shaking his head. “Whatever, fangs.”
Roland’s eyes narrow. “I am sitting beside my mate tonight. If that’s not evidence that I’m doing something right, then tell me what else is?”
Valin’s face darkens as he turns to Logan who has been sitting quietly beside his mate. “What do you think, pretty boy, this brother is the perfect example of what our brethren should be?”
Logan hesitates, his mouth thinning a bit. “Well, it would be nice if he was a bit more careful about hiding his talents.”
“Hiding my talents?’ Roland erupts. “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t worry, Roland, I like your…uh… talents,” Karissa wiggles her brow.
Logan shakes his head, his focus returning to Valin. “What I really need is for all of you to stop pulling stupid stunts that risk exposure.”
“All of us?” Valin lifts his brow.
“I have it from a good source that you exposed your gift to a human last summer.”
Valin shakes his head. “Um, not ringing a bell.”
“Um…” Karissa lifts her hand, catching Valin’s attention. “Outside Haven that first night. The man on the street?”
“You mean the bum?” he asks.
“No one would believe him anyway.”
“You could still try,” Logan grumbles.
“I could kick your collective asses too.”
“I know,” Roland puts in. “Maybe you could stop being such an ass while you’re hypothesizing impossible things.”
Valin’s brow puzzles with confusion. “Why?”
“Because it’s damn annoying that’s why,” Roland grumbles.
“Maybe to you.”
“Not just him, remember the time in the car?” Logan says.
“Tes,” Logan gestures to the nearby bookshelf, “remind him please.”
Tes Hilaire grabs up a copy of Deliver Me from Darkness, opening it to page 263…
“Crap. We have company,” Logan said from the front seat, punctuating the announcement with another string of curses.
Roland scooted closer to the folded down opening. “Merker? Demons?” Like him, the vamps would have had to take cover during the day. Even Christos would be reduced to hiding in shadow under the bright afternoon sun.
“No. Valin. He’s following us.”
Crap was right. “Windows rolled up, right?”
“I don’t think that—” even as Logan said it a fine dusting of particles sifted through the air vents of the car, settling into the passenger seat. The dark particles solidified until Valin sat there, casually picking something—dried blood?—out from under his fingernails.
Roland couldn’t stop the rumble that rose in his throat. Where this particular Paladin was concerned, he was far from unbiased. They had a history to begin with and that was before Valin had tried to mark his woman. Nope. Roland’s feelings for the bastard weren’t exactly stable.
“What, Logan, did you get a dog?” Valin asked.
“Go away, Valin,” Logan commanded dispassionately.
Valin twisted around in the seat, smiling back at Roland. A false smile. “Hey there, Roland. You look surprisingly good for someone who’s supposed to be dead. Though, maybe a little pinkish. Too much sun?”
Valin chuckled, turning back around in the seat. “Westward on.” He clucked his tongue. “Hmm. You guys were acting like blind mice running round in a maze there for a while. Now you’re not.” He cocked his head, tapping his lips as if in thought.
“Gee, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you must have a way to track her. Like some sort of bond, a blood bond maybe…Did your dog bite her, Logan?”
“Valin…” Logan warned, but Valin ignored him.
“Talk about reaching above one’s station.”
Valin rolls his eyes, snapping the book Tes is holding shut. “Oh, come on. I helped you out that day.”
“But I almost killed you first,” Roland reminded.
Valin scoofs. “As if you could have, besides, the readers love me just the way I am,” he adds the last with a smug smile directed at Logan.
Logan looks towards the ceiling before training his gaze on Tes. “Will you help us out here?”
Tes lifts and drops her shoulders, looking chagrined. “They do love him.”
Logan throws his hands up, turning to Elisabeth Staab. “Do you have these kinds of problems with your people?”
“Well…” Elisabeth looks over at her hero and heroine from Prince of Power as an awkward hush falls over the room…
“What?” Tyra’s eyes go wide.
Anton doesn’t buy it. He tips his head to the side. “Don’t play clueless, Ty. We may not be able to read emotions like you, but even that sofa your ass is planted on can tell you’re avoiding the question.” He clicks his tongue, playfully. It is then that we all see the sparkle in his eye when he looks at his mate. “Shame, Tyra. Shame.”
She puts her hands on her hips, narrowing her eyes right back. “I don’t need to resolve anything.”
“Oh really?” Anton laughs, low and husky, slipping an arm around his perturbed, half-vampire warrior. The expression on her face suggests she just might set him on fire. He ignores the look–he’s seen it all before–and holds up a finger like he’s ready to tick off points: “Let go of lingering father issues,” he suggests. “How’s that for a resolution?”
“Excuse me? You must be joking.” She jabs a finger into one firm pec. “You’re the one with daddy issues.”
…Was he suggesting what it sounded like? Tyra wondered at the way his jaw squared. The clench of his fingers and the glint of fire in his steely, narrowed eyes. “You’d really do that? You’d help kill your own father?”
With another step forward, Anton pulled aside the collar of his shirt. He stretched it wide to reveal an angry scar across his collarbone that had only recently healed over. “Tortured and cast out. Remember, Tyra?” His voice was a rough whisper. “My father did this….”
Anton scowls and crosses his arm over his chest. “My father was the greatest evil to walk the earth. I am entitled to ‘daddy issues’.” he says with air quotes. “ A quiet snort. “Besides. My issues saved your life, honey.”
“Of course, darling. But there’s that anger thing, that makes you get all hot and turn red.” Tyra points again, eyebrows raised. Look, you’re doing it now.”
Anton draws a deep breath and his sizzling skin returns to its normal golden bronze. “I suppose I could work on my anger.” He slides one hand along her jaw. And I will. If you promise to work on that nasty little habit of listening in on my emotions without permission…”
…”I’m sorry that I questioned you before.”
He lifted his head. “We’re going to have to set ground rules about you eavesdropping on my feelings.”
Her smile was sleepy. “I wasn’t. I know I didn’t respond the right way before.”
His eyebrows drew together. Something about the expression on her face was slightly guilty.
She rolled her eyes. “Okay, earlier I was, and I could tell that I hurt you, and I’m sorry.” She bit her lips a little…
|Tes Hilaire’s idea of a perfect vacation would include her porch on a sultry summer night, a good glass of rich, red wine, and a book about darkness, passion, torture and love. Her first novel in the Paladin warriors series Deliver Me from Darkness is available now. The next, Deliver Me from Temptation, releases in December. For more, visit TesHilaire.com.|
|Elisabeth Staab still lives with her nose in a book and at least one foot in a fantasy world. Her bestselling paranormal romance novel, King of Darkness, is available now. Her second book, Prince of Power, releases in January. Find out more at ElisabethStaab.com|
What’s your favorite New Year’s resolution? Tes and Elisabeth are each giving away a copy of Deliver Me from Temptation and Prince of Power. Let us know for your chance to win.
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