Tristan has agreed to bond with Ushna but there is still much to do and returning to Tribe Enkidu puts everyone on edge. Tristan is being stalked like prey all the while fighting depression as he mourns the loss of Nikita and enduring a battle of wills with the Elder Council over his birthright. The pleading of his adoptive daughter only adds still more stress to the situation.
Stumbling onto a secret prison while searching for Ushna leads Tristan to risk everything to free a lost God. But breaking the tie to his Flame has more repercussions than Tristan knew and the assistance of a forgotten Goddess and a centuries old lover may not be enough to save him.
About the author:
Lexi has always been an avid reader, and at a young age started reading (secretly) her mother’s romances (the ones she was told not to touch). She was the only teenager she knew of who would be grounded from reading. Later, with a pencil and a note book, she wrote her own stories and shared them with friends because she loved to see their reactions. A Texas transplant, Lexi now kicks her boots up in the Midwest with her Yankee husband and her eighty-pound puppies named after vacuum cleaners.
Where to find the author:
Web site: http://www.lexiander.com
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6521302.Lexi_Ander
Publisher: Less Than Three Press
Cover Artist: Londen Burden
Do you have an image in your mind of your characters before you start? Do you use photos or character interviews? How do you bring them to life?
Every character is different for me. Tristan, from this series, was an image in my head that I’ve never seen a model come close to in appearance. On the other hand, the first time I saw David Gandy and that intense stare of his, I knew then Ushna had that look. Sometimes the character is made up of cutout pieces of inspiration--these eyes, those lips, calloused hands that look like that. I gather everything and I put it in a spiral bound notebook, handwriting the details as I build the character, and build the world.
Do you find the sex scenes easy or hard to write?
Ha! Ha! I used to say, “piece of cake” but after so many sex scenes they all seem to run together. So many readers end up skipping the sex because they’ve read the same thing time and time again. Honestly there are only so many positions and places to have sex that it can get tiresome. I’ve been gravitating from graphic sex to emotional sex. The point of the scene is to draw the two characters together and build a bond between them. The act itself is pushed into the background bringing forth the characters and what they are thinking and feeling. Doing this is more emotionally binding for me as well because I’m digging deep, trying to put into words the emotions the characters are whispering to me. It can be a little harder than walking through an explicit sexual encounter, but for me, it’s more rewarding in the end.
Which of the characters in your books did you have the most fun writing?
The jorgebot, Danny. He’s the best friend to Regin in the short The Aurora Conspiracy, a part of the Keep The Stars Running anthology. Danny was so freeing to write. He’s funny and has a sort of innocence that is endearing. He almost took over the story, which is a huge no for secondary characters but the story wouldn’t have been the same without him. I’m seriously considering writing another story with him and Regin doing their super-spy-duo-thing.
How much happens in your brain before you know you have a story? Do you have to envision an entire plot or just a few ideas?
I’m trying to think back to how much I thought about an idea before I began writing. I am a pantser but I’m also a world builder. The world building sets the rules of the sandbox before I start playing. But I have written stories without jotting down anything at all. The one that comes immediately to mind is Playing For Keeps. All I had to go off of was the story prompt and I sat down and wrote the story without setting rules. The other one that I did that with was Ruby Red Booty Shorts And A Louisville Slugger. Although that one came back and bit me in the butt because there was too much telling, and I cut corners to fit it within a word count limit. I’m currently in the midst of fixing that one. Sumeria’s Sons series started out with a scene I had to get out of my head. With The Valespian Pact I did extensive world building and had an idea of what I wanted the plot arch to be before I started penning.
What is the best part about being a writer? What’s the most challenging?
The best part is being able to do what I love. That I get to write full time is a huge blessing. When I was much younger didn’t think this was a reachable goal. Honestly, it wouldn’t have happened without my husband. He pushed me along and was my confidence when I didn’t have any.
The most challenging is I don’t get out much and socialize. I become so caught up in writing my stories and--boom! Six months has gone by since I saw family or friends. I have make myself go out and do things. I have a great time once I get there, but before I hit the door, I’m recounting all the reasons I need to finish the chapter, finish the book, catch up on my promotion, jot down the new ideas… there is always a reason to stay, and I have remind myself that it will be here waiting when I get back home.
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Ushna was out of the car and greeting his parents before I unbuckled the seatbelt. Hami wasn't as tall as his son but he was wide, very wide, barrel-chested with a set of deltoids on him the size of small children. His dark hair was cut above the ears and I'd never seen the man without at least three days growth of facial hair. It looked good on him. That kind of scruff made me resemble a bum.
Donya was tall and lean, one of those women who had a natural sway when she walked. Her blue-black hair fell to her waist in thick glossy waves. Her skin was a deep almond, darker than her husband's or son's, and her bright, emerald-green eyes were large and expressive.
They both greeted Ushna with festive exuberance, and why not? I'd kept him away from them for a very long time. I observed them for a moment over the hood of the SUV. Hami picked his son up in a bear hug, laughing loud and boisterous. Donya took his face between her palms as she gazed deeply into his bi-colored eyes—eyes that were forever changed by me. At that thought, I wondered how they truly perceived me. My stomach rolled with anxiety-induced queasiness.
With all the grace of someone my size, I made my way into the house, leaving Ushna to his family reunion. I had hoped we wouldn't see them until after the children were born. I'd entered the home stretch of my pregnancy. Even with the ring of illusion, I had a hard time hiding my condition. Early in my pregnancy, Gregori had fashioned a ring of magic, creating the illusion that hid my continually growing stomach and constructed a normal appearance.
A pregnant male wasn't something we wanted to explain to humans. With the looming threat of assassination, if my identity was discovered, we thought it best to continue to keep my birthright a secret until after the children were born. So I'd continue to wear the illusion even though the ring wasn't much help now. The giveaway was in the walk and the way I stood. People could see there was something different by how I held my body and it couldn't be helped. I was able to hurry, in spurts, and then I lumbered like an elephant—very National Geographic.
Neesie followed me into the kitchen. She was dressed differently than what I'd become accustomed to. Gone were the combat boots, black jeans, and white tees. She wore a pale blue silk blouse, a pinstriped pencil skirt, and knee-high black stiletto boots. She appeared fierce in a whole new way.
"Why didn't you wait and greet Ushna's parents?" she asked.
With a plate in hand, I inspected the cold cuts tray that sat on the kitchen counter. I was starved and wanted something quick to eat before everyone came in. When I didn't answer Neesie, she took the plate from me and started placing fresh vegetables on it.
"I thought I'd give them some time to catch up," I finally replied. It wasn't a complete lie. "They haven't had their son to themselves in quite some time. They don't need me hanging out in the background."
Neesie pinned me with her golden-brown gaze. "That is such bullshit and you know it. What's the real issue?"
I quirked a smile at her. "You know I love ya?"
"Yes, and you're the one who called me for dating advice because you suck at subtle. Your 'hey moron, get your hands off my sister' ranked right up there."
"I can't help it if Mr. Octopus Arms was oblivious to his audience."
"Go ahead and keep playing that song because I know you still refer to him as Lonnie Fucking-Fowler. Before you walked into the house, your face turned green and you practically sprinted in here."
"Ahh, stampede!" I gave mock crowd screams. Neesie was not impressed.
"Spill, jackass." She shoved a full plate into my hands and a chair under my ass. Neesie glared at me but her expression was filled with concern.
"Fine, you tyrant. I wanted to make a good impression. I wanted to be able to show them that I am a strong partner and worthy of their son's love and devotion. But right now I'm huge, and miserable, and swollen, and hungry. Why did you give me carrots? You know I hate carrots. You're trying to torture me, aren't you? I'm an elephant, not a rabbit. I get like peanuts or something, not Bugs Bunny hand-me-downs." I threw the carrot at my cackling sister. The woman was not remorseful.
I threw another carrot at Neesie before turning to see who called for me. I swallowed a curse as I faced Donya. She stood in the doorway, her large green eyes soft and liquid as she searched my expression.
"Ma'am?" Embarrassingly, my voice cracked like I was fourteen years old.
"How can we not be proud of you, son?" Donya crossed the room in a smooth glide and gently took me in her arms. "We've always been proud of you, Tristan, don't ever believe differently." Tentatively I embraced her in return and ignored Neesie's sniffles.
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