Just a quick note as we wind down the Hero’s Blog Hop — Thanks, ya’ll! You guys are just wonderful! I hope you have found lots of new writers to follow. This week I’ll be receiving printed copies of my first ‘big’ book, Trapper and Emmeline. I’m so excited it that I’m giving away three paper copies rather than the single one I had planned. Everybody, best of luck in the Hero’s Blog Hop grand prize (I’m approving your comments as quickly as I can from work. Nobody has forgotten to yet, but just remember to leave your email address in the comment so you can be entered)!
Welcome to the Hero’s Blog Hop, in which we write a post from the POV of one of our heros! (Prizes and other links are at the bottom of this post.)
Today I sit down with Gilleathain Lachlainn Ceannaideach, of the Clan MacGillivray—or Gael, if you’re not a masochist—to see what makes him tick.
The story is Yellow Summer (publishing soon!), and Gael is the proprietor of Club Kind, a plucky young fetish club trying to establish itself in a rough Chicago university neighborhood.
Our heroine, Lanna, gets a job at Club Kind and trains to be the Bathroom Girl. Along the way she finds inner peace, outer strength, and an unlikely love with our damaged hero.
Click through for the interview!
Gael, thanks for agreeing to this interview, and for letting me pop into your fictional world.
Gael: I don’t have a choice. You created me. Why am I in my bathroom wrapped in a towel?
We’re working on a “slice of life” angle for this interview. “The real Gael.” Wait—is that really all you have in your shower? Just shampoo? No conditioning product or skin softener?
You gave me thick hair, good looks, and great skin. You must be compensating for something in your life.
No, ha-ha. But if you’re writing about a capable, irascible Scottish entrepreneur, you might as well make him hot too, right?
You’re pretty old, Lindsey. Does it matter by this point if I’m hot? Isn’t ‘alive’ good enough for you nowadays?
I only heard “You’re pretty.”
Your story puts Lanna, Smeer, and me into some sordid situations. I would have thought you’d be younger. Less responsible. With more heat and juice in you.
This interview is in your imagination, and you’re wearing sweat pants and a BP t-shirt stained with tomato sauce. Were you imagination-eating a pizza before the interview started?
I was hungry. And I’m not very old—I’m only 30. 34 if you go by my birthday. How old are you?
I’m 26 and a millionaire and a landowner in both Scotland and Chicago. And since I’m a piece of wish fulfillment for you, I’m guessing you aren’t a millionaire and you don’t own land? Or a castle?
Or a night club full of shirtless men who are ripped like a parachute accident?
Gael, you often get frustrated. Like now. Why is that?
For one, I hate people asking questions. For two, you already know the answer. I have trouble keeping up with people. I’m not face-blind, but I can’t read faces.
I have a huge problem understanding non-verbal communication. 90% of all human communication is non-verbal, so I am always out of the loop. I hate it. It’s exhausting.
By the way, I never thanked you for that wonderful gift.
So what if I did this? 😉
What if you did what?
😛 >8() 🙂
If you’re just going to sit there can I assume the interview is over?
You have Asperger Syndrome.
I don’t believe I do, but I admit it’s possible. I think the world is insane and it eludes rational inspection.
That includes the woman I love. Really—how am I supposed to figure Lanna out? She teases the customers. She goes to far in the men’s bathroom. She has wardrobe malfunctions. She’s completely obsessed with pee in every form. She yells back at me when I yell at her. She’s still dating that jerk Smeer.
Yet we can’t get enough of each other. We spend as much time together as we can. Who could possibly understand that, Aspergers or not?
Yeah, yeah. Boo-hoo. I bet you get it sorted out in the end.
I don’t see how. I’m losing the club to some evil land speculators. The girl I love confuses and frustrates me to no end. I have all these employees I care about and I can’t keep them safe.
That sounds terrible.
You have a kicking body, though.
I work hard and eat right… Now if we’re done, I am very busy watching my life go down the tubes.
Show me your collection of kilts.
Oh. There’s always time for that. Right this way.
Hero’s Blog Hop!
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- 1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet
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