Mini Blog Hop for Reckoning
Day 1: Hunted– May 23 – Wyndy Dee Blog
Day 2: Tormented– May 24 – Miss Phyre Library
Day 3: Ascension– May 25 – Cynthia Bloggs
Day 4-Reckoning – May 26 – Valley Girl Gone Country
Day 5- Lorenz Font Prize Stop–May 27 – Lorenz Font
Each day, stop by the blogger’s site by CLICKING DAY listed above, go to their page and then read the post including the Blog Hop Excerpt.
On Day 5, Go to Lorenz Font’s author page. LIKE the author’s page and answer questions from each Blogger Hop Excerpt in the PINNED post. Good Luck!
Two Winners will be picked at random from the MOST correct answers and will win an eBook copy of ALL 4 eBooks and swag!
Replacement of eBooks at author/winner discretion if winner has any of the series already.
~~BLOG HOP EXCERPT/POST~~
My interview at Tack Enterprises
I was picked up at the airport by Lambert. He seemed really nice as he helped me into a black SUV. I noted the tinted windows and thick glass throughout the vehicle. If I wasn’t dying to get this interview going for my author-friend Lorenz’s blog tour, I probably would have second thoughts. But being the trooper that I was, I was going to do it even if the big bulge underneath Lambert’s clothes was something other than a man-weapon. LOL
We drove a few blocks from the airport and stopped to pick up a guy who slipped in beside me. He didn’t say a word. His jaw muscles clenched and unclenched to the beat of my thudding heart. Hottie, as I christened the quiet guy next to me, reached around me with his HUGE arms, leaned in and whispered, “I won’t hurt you. Relax and enjoy the ride.” He tied a black cloth around my eyes.
Okay, I wouldn’t lie. I started to sweat. Not just because of the fact I was in a vehicle with people I didn’t know, blindfolded and getting more nervous by the minute, but also the dude beside me was freaking hot! (Hubby is not allowed to read this interview.)
I kept thinking about the guy next to me. He was tall, I think. I never saw him until he was just . . . sitting there. He had a dark complexion, shaved head and arms as thick as logs.
Damn, he is sexy as hell! I felt a sudden pang of guilt thinking of the wonderful man at home waiting on me. Trusting me to come without him and stay home with the kids. I thought to myself, sorry honey. And then I jumped when hottie next to me laughed. Yes, he laughed! Did I say that out loud?
“We’re here,” Lambert said and I heard a heavy sounding gate opening. We drove a little ways, and then the sound seemed muffled and echoed. Sexy leaned over and gently removed my blindfold. I blinked several times to adjust to the light. No one said a word as we navigated through intersecting hallways, stairs and another long hallway. Lambert announced our arrival on a walkie-talkie and I did everything in my power to ignore the guy standing next to me. When I glanced over, I realized he was indeed tall, muscular and had some really interesting weapons tied to his waist. Dangeran weapons, no doubt. He looked over at that exact moment and half-smiled. I know my face was as red as a fire truck.
Lambert opened the door to a room and waved me in. “Rohnert, go get Jordan, she will probably feel better if another female is in here.”
Rohnert. What an interesting name. I heard a chuckle coming from the direction Rohnert headed. Damn, did I say that out loud again? Get a grip girl.
I looked up and literally swayed at the sight. Two guys were engaged in combat using sticks, circling each other, and dripping with sweat. Yeah, very appealing. The door slammed behind me and the bigger guy with brown dreads stopped and looked at Lambert, at me, and back at Lambert.
“Who’s the chick?” he asked. The smaller guy took advantage of the momentary distraction, swiped his leg across and knocked the big guy off his feet. “What the hell, Harrow! I was trying to be a gentleman in front of the lady.”
Harrow reached down and helped the guy up. Tilting his head sideways, he looked over in our direction. “That’s Wyndy, she’s here to interview us about Hunted. Lorenz sent her. She has a few questions for us. Pritchard is in a meeting, so we are to make her feel welcome and show her around a little.” They shared a look I’m sure I wasn’t supposed to notice.
“Jordan is on her way down.” Lambert said.
As if on cue, the most gorgeous redhead I’d ever seen walked in the training room. I smiled at her and made eye contact, but she slammed the door, nodded at Harrow and walked over to one of the punching bags. She did a couple of impressive kicks and punches, then proceeded over to the corner of the room, leaned back, crossed her arms across her chest and scowled at me. Yes, I think I peed myself a little.
“Someone isn’t liking another redhead in the house,” Tor said and slapped Harrow on the back as he bent down to pick up a pair of Oakley’s and put them on.
“Don’t let them bother you, Wyndy. I’m Harrow, that knucklehead is Tor and the ‘other redhead’ is Jordan.”
He wiped his hand on his sweatpants, offered it and I timidly accepted. They were a menacing group to say the least.
I swallowed the big lump in my throat and then fished for my notebook. I walked, albeit nervously to the chair that Lambert offered.
“Are you guys ready?” I squeaked. Yeah, how sad is that? That Jordan chick made me nervous.
“Mind if we start with you Harrow?” He nodded. “I noticed the Oakley’s, your signature choice of eyewear. Can you explain why you chose that particular brand, and explain to the readers why you wear them?”
“These?” He took off his sleek looking sunglasses, closed his eyes before I even had the chance to see them and smiled. “Pritchard introduced the brand and it keeps the PIA’s from hounding me.” Then he opened his eyes and the freshest looking pair of crystal eyes—white and beautiful, stared back at me. He laughed when my mouth hung open.
”I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare, but your eyes are amazing. I’m sure Jordan agrees.” I didn’t dare look at her, but I heard her sigh. “OK, next question. This disease—Incomis Sippanus’—seems to be pretty devastating, yet you look pretty good to me. Can you explain why that is?”
Harrow patted his lap, his face reflecting calm acceptance. Jordan walked over and sat on his lap without a word. I have to say, they look good together. A yin and a yang.
“It’s something you won’t wish even on your worst enemy. Leroy has found a semi-cure, and I have to say, I’m feeling real good right now. And even with this halo in my vision, I can still see how pretty your smile is.”
I freakin’ blushed right there, and snorts fired all around me. I gathered my bearings and turned to the cool dude with the dreadlocks.
“Tor, right? You obviously use the training room a lot. What equipment do you have in this training room that we definitely won’t find at 24-Hour Fitness?”
Tor rolled his eyes upwards, considering my question. In his deep, rumbling voice, he answered, “competent sparring partners.” He chuckled when I raised my eyebrows. “And one thousand pound weights. They have it if I stacked ‘em together, but that’s hardly fun.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
He walked over to the weights area and picked up a big-ass plate that had 1K written in big, bold letters. “See this? This is what I’m talking about.”
I couldn’t help the little gasp that escaped. He was quite a specimen.
“I know that you and Harrow are good friends. Lorenz talks about you two and your ‘unique friendship’ all the time. Was it ‘love at first sight’ so to speak, or did it take a while for you two to get along?” This was a trick question. I already knew the answer and dying to hear Tor’s response.
“Harrow, my man, is tight. He can be a little Nancy sometimes but I’ve seen the guy kick some serious butt. He’s a good leader for us. He still needs a bodyguard, but I’m done with that. I’m watching his little sister now.” Tor’s tone turned wistful.
“It would be great if Jordan could answer this one. What is it like living here, wherever this is, and what keeps you here at Tack Enterprises?” I wrote Tor’s answer and refused to meet Jordan’s gaze.
Jordan cleared her throat and I looked up. For the first time, a tiny smile broke out of her face. She was beautiful beyond words. “I didn’t like it at first. I felt like a prisoner without a cell, but as time went by, I began liking it, and the people around me.”
Tor hooted. “Oh, you mean, you like us now?”
Jordan glared at him. “Shut up, Burns. I don’t mind kicking your ass right now.”
“Reserve that for Harrow. Your mate needs a reminder who his ‘momma’ is.” Tor laughed, his voice filling the room. Lambert chuckled and shook his head.
“Harrow, if you don’t mind talking about it . . . how are you feeling?”
Harrow didn’t answer right away. He gave Jordan a kiss before getting up and striding to the far end of the room where he began to pace.
“We miss him, a lot. All of them are family. Not a day goes by that we don’t think of them.”
“Aye,” Lambert added in a solemn voice.
Okay. I guess, the wound is still healing. I cleared my throat. “Jordan, can I ask you about your Kalimetals and what drew you to Kali-Eskrima Martial Arts?”
“It’s Rohnert’s fault,” she answered and pointed to Mr. Hottie, who bowed his head in my direction. “He is the one who introduced the art form to me. The Kalimetal? I can’t live without them. They’re light and effective, but make no mistake, they’re lethal.”
She stood, swinging the weapon and danced around with it. The woman is remarkably graceful with her movements and I can’t help but admire the flair in her every step.
Rohnert smiled at Jordan’s explanation. I think I almost melted into a puddle of goo just at the mere sight of the gorgeous man smiling at me.
“Jordan was my best student before Harrow. I have to admit, Harrow learned even faster than she did. He surprised us all.” Rohnert said, standing next to Jordan.
“May I?” He asked. She handed the Kalimetal to him and he walked over next to me holding one toward me.
“See the inscription?” He let me inspect the markings on the rounded blade. “It’s the heart of Eskrima. It is what binds us together and keeps us on our mission even as we grieve our friends.
“What do you mean?” I whispered. The pain was evident on the face of everyone in the room. I just wanted to hug them all, well, except Jordan. She didn’t look like much of a hugger.
Rohnert looked up and smiled, as if he knew what I was thinking, to let me know it was ok to ask.
“To die because of thee,” he said the words with reverence. “It holds us together. We’re a family.
“Thank you so much for your candid answers and giving of your precious time. I hope I get the chance to chat again in the future. I know Lorenz considers you family as well. I wish you the best of luck in your future endeavors.”
We sat around and talked for a while. Rohnert and Harrow demonstrated their skills with the Kalimetals and I warmed up to Jordan. She was fiercely proud of Harrow. Ally came by for a minute, said hello and then Tor followed her out, but not before giving Harrow a hard time going completely soft when another beautiful redhead walked in and jumped into his arms. Gail, I was told. She danced around the room, twirling so her dress would flare around her. She was an adorable little girl who obviously had everyone in the room wrapped around her little finger.
The group at Tack Enterprises were gracious with their time and answers, even with all that was going on after the incident. I was certain that they would continue the good work they started.
Book 4 of The Gates Legacy Series
by Lorenz Font
Release Date: June 4 , 2015
The vampires of New York City are breathing easier after the demise of the tyrannical former head of the Vampire Council, Goran. Under Rohnert, the revered and newly ascended leader, their future looks promising. However, an unknown enemy is manipulating events, killing humans and vampires alike, and exposing their secrets to the human world.
This is bad news for new vampire Cyrus and his band of fighters at Tack Enterprises. Events derail his plans to find Zane, the sadistic vampire who tortured Cyrus and forced immortality on him. Armed with hatred deep in his bones, all Cyrus cares about is getting even, and Zane has it coming. Cyrus soon finds himself torn between the crippling desire for revenge and his responsibility to his friends. When he begins to spend time in the company of the beautiful and pureblooded vampire, Isidora, her presence in his life makes him rethink his priorities.
Isidora is able to read minds. The thoughts she hears from the respected and irresistible vampire, Cyrus, are filled with both anger towards Zane and a deep admiration for her. Being closeted all her life, Issy has no idea what to do in the face of the outside world’s war, death, and challenges. One thing is clear. She craves Cyrus, but his need for vengeance is clouding his mind. After discovering a previously hidden family member and being called to serve the Council, Issy is at a crossroads in her life and struggles to find the right path.
Both vampires face tough choices. Should Issy pursue her feelings for Cyrus or wait until he can return her affection? Will Cyrus deny his attraction to Isidora so he can kill the man who made his life a living hell on earth? Every decision leads to a reckoning.
~~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~~
Lorenz Font discovered her love of writing after reading a celebrated novel that inspired one idea after another. She is currently enjoying the buzz from her vampire novels Hunted, Tormented and Ascension, Books 1-3 of The Gates Legacy Series, Feather Light, an erotic romance, Indivisble Line, a romance thriller and Pieces of Broken Time, a military romance.
Lorenz’s perfect day consists of writing and lounging on her garage couch, aka the office, with a glass of her favorite cabernet while listening to her ever-growing music collection. She enjoys dabbling in different genres, with an intense focus on angst and the redemption of flawed characters. Her fascination with romantic twists is a mainstay in all her stories.
Lorenz lives in California with her husband, children, and two demanding dogs. She divides her time between her full-time job and her busy writing schedule.
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