Interview with Prince Nicholai from Unforgettable Lover!
Did you ever think that your life would end up being in a book?
Prince Nicholai steps away from his desk. The highly polished oak reflects the light from the sunstones embedded in the cave walls, blinding me with its glare. He places his hand on the back of his chair, his knuckles turning white. “Actually, yes. My life will be recorded in the scriptures, just like all the other kings, past, present, and those yet to come.” A smile crosses his face. “…but that isn’t what you wanted to know, was it?”
I try to swallow, but my throat is too dry. “Umm…I meant in the book I wrote, Unforgettable Lover.”
His eyes gleam and then a loud, raucous laugh bursts from his lips. “Well, at least you gave me a happily ever after.”
What are your favorite scenes in your book: the action, the dialog or the romance?
A smile pulls at the corner of his mouth. “As much as I didn’t want to participate in the Betram ritual, I have to say, meeting Leonna…her honeyed scent, her piercing blue eyes, her naked body sprawled before me…now that is something I will never forget.”
What do you like to do when you are not being actively read somewhere?
A soft chuckle eases from his chest. He shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “I don’t have time to worry about the audience. I fight for my goddess, Alora, to win the battle against the Gossum.” His brow furrows and all traces of his light mood disappear. “You Earthlings have no idea what is at stake. If we lose the battle, you will be enslaved and forced to ship your precious water to Lemuria. You better pray we win.”
I cough… “Umm…next question, then.”
Are you happy with the genre your writer has placed you in?
He closes his eyes and exhales. “I wish she’d make up her mind…paranormal, fantasy, science fiction. Any of those will work, just pick one.”
I cross my legs and squirm in my seat. That last comment was a little too close to home. Moving on…
Do you like the way the book ended?
The skin around his eyes creases and his smile returns. “You gave me my Leonna, and for that, I am truly thankful.”
Would you be interested in a sequel, if your writer was so inclined?
He glances at the ceiling, as if studying the sunstones embedded in the porous cave. His lips purse, then his gaze bores into me. “What I’d really like to know is how do things work out for my son…Noeh.”
Now that is something I can’t answer for him. That just wouldn’t be fair. “Noeh has his own book, Untouchable Lover. You should read it sometime.”
He raises his eyebrows, but doesn’t speak. I can’t help the smile that curves my own lips.
What do you do for a living?
“I’m the prince. I lead my kind in battles against our enemy, the Gossum.” He rubs his hand over his face. “I hate this bloody war. Did you know this all started because of a lover scorned?” He blinks. “Of course you did.” He raises an eyebrow. “How could I forget? You’re the author.”
Ok, now I feel uncomfortable under his scrutiny. Thank goodness there’s only one question left.
What is your greatest fear?
The only sound in the room is our breaths. He studies me for a long moment, long enough that a bead of sweat rolls down my neck. “Um, did you hear me?”
“Yes.” A tic starts in his jaw.
Guess we’re done. “Thank you, Prince Nicholai, for the interview.”
His smile once again lights up his handsome features. “You’re welcome, Rosalie.”
Prince Nicholai steps away from his desk. The highly polished oak reflects the light from the sunstones embedded in the cave walls, blinding me with its glare. He places his hand on the back of his chair, his knuckles turning white. “Actually, yes. My life will be recorded in the scriptures, just like all the other kings, past, present, and those yet to come.” A smile crosses his face. “…but that isn’t what you wanted to know, was it?”
I try to swallow, but my throat is too dry. “Umm…I meant in the book I wrote, Unforgettable Lover.”
His eyes gleam and then a loud, raucous laugh bursts from his lips. “Well, at least you gave me a happily ever after.”
What are your favorite scenes in your book: the action, the dialog or the romance?
A smile pulls at the corner of his mouth. “As much as I didn’t want to participate in the Betram ritual, I have to say, meeting Leonna…her honeyed scent, her piercing blue eyes, her naked body sprawled before me…now that is something I will never forget.”
What do you like to do when you are not being actively read somewhere?
A soft chuckle eases from his chest. He shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “I don’t have time to worry about the audience. I fight for my goddess, Alora, to win the battle against the Gossum.” His brow furrows and all traces of his light mood disappear. “You Earthlings have no idea what is at stake. If we lose the battle, you will be enslaved and forced to ship your precious water to Lemuria. You better pray we win.”
I cough… “Umm…next question, then.”
Are you happy with the genre your writer has placed you in?
He closes his eyes and exhales. “I wish she’d make up her mind…paranormal, fantasy, science fiction. Any of those will work, just pick one.”
I cross my legs and squirm in my seat. That last comment was a little too close to home. Moving on…
Do you like the way the book ended?
The skin around his eyes creases and his smile returns. “You gave me my Leonna, and for that, I am truly thankful.”
Would you be interested in a sequel, if your writer was so inclined?
He glances at the ceiling, as if studying the sunstones embedded in the porous cave. His lips purse, then his gaze bores into me. “What I’d really like to know is how do things work out for my son…Noeh.”
Now that is something I can’t answer for him. That just wouldn’t be fair. “Noeh has his own book, Untouchable Lover. You should read it sometime.”
He raises his eyebrows, but doesn’t speak. I can’t help the smile that curves my own lips.
What do you do for a living?
“I’m the prince. I lead my kind in battles against our enemy, the Gossum.” He rubs his hand over his face. “I hate this bloody war. Did you know this all started because of a lover scorned?” He blinks. “Of course you did.” He raises an eyebrow. “How could I forget? You’re the author.”
Ok, now I feel uncomfortable under his scrutiny. Thank goodness there’s only one question left.
What is your greatest fear?
The only sound in the room is our breaths. He studies me for a long moment, long enough that a bead of sweat rolls down my neck. “Um, did you hear me?”
“Yes.” A tic starts in his jaw.
Guess we’re done. “Thank you, Prince Nicholai, for the interview.”
His smile once again lights up his handsome features. “You’re welcome, Rosalie.”
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