Character Interview: Drew and Luis stop by from KREWE DADDY

Character Interview of Drew Rothem and Luis Herrera from KREWE DADDY by Margie Church

I am so happy that you both stopped by today to share with your readers something about yourselves and your story. Get comfortable and we’ll get started.

 

Drew, Luis, can you tell us a little about yourselves?

Drew: I’m 32 years-old and I love the outdoors. I work as a Senior Agent in the Louisiana Wildlife and Fisheries Department. New Orleans is my home office. I’ve been an agent for four years. I also model for Kevin Marks and Teak in the Woodlands Collection.

Luis: I’m 39, and affectionately known as a Daddy. I work as a designer of Mardi Gras floats and large props at a company called Magik Studios.

Hmmm, you both sound interesting and I’m looking forward to learning more about you both.

 

Can you share a couple of random thoughts about yourselves, something that will surprise your readers?

Drew: Luis got me hooked on peanut butter and turkey-bologna sandwiches. I own a recliner.

Luis: I did not. Drew says I’m a priss about table manners. I like leather bars.

Peanut butter and turkey-bologna sandwiches…I have to say Yuck! Sorry.

 

What were your ordinary lives like before the upheaval to it?

When we met six years ago, both of us were still finding our way professionally and socially. Luis lived in a kind of run-down apartment in Florida. I was working odd jobs.

 

Drew, can you tell us what upset your ordinary life and brought you into contact/conflict with Luis?

Luis was well known then and is still well known as a very capable lover. I didn’t think he was being faithful to me. You wouldn’t believe how the guys came on to him. So, I did something stupid. I had an affair with Teak Hildalgo. Stupid. Stupid. I ended up running off to Minnesota and Teak followed me. I hadn’t seen of spoken to Luis in six years. That’s where our story picks up in Krewe Daddy.

Uh-oh, off to a bad start.

 

Drew, what were some of the trials you faced in getting back together?

We’ve changed a lot in six years. I’ve bought a spine. I’m not quite the submissive I used to be unless it’s in the bedroom. So, Luis and I knock heads about that sometimes. He also is still very popular. I struggle with the other men in his life, and how they behave around him.

Sounds like there are still some issues to face.

 

Were there other people who interfered in you reaching your goal?

Yes, definitely, people tried to keep us apart. I can’t divulge how or why because Krewe Daddy is a suspense novel, too. I will say we were both pretty pissed.

No, you shouldn’t reveal the suspense, keep the readers wanting to read for themselves and learn what happens.

 

Who made the first compromise to attempt peace in your relationship?

Drew: I did. All this time had passed, and we were both dragging around a lot of baggage. Although we’d both done things to drive a wedge in our relationship, my affair with Teak was the most egregious.

I imagine it was.

 

When did the heat between you and Luis first start firing up? Did that complicate reaching your goal?

It never went away. It just simmered all the while we were apart. Once we saw each other again, the attraction we felt wasn’t a problem. It was glorious. Trying to see each other as we are today, and react to each other differently, were the real sticking points.

Simmering heat is good.

 

What led to the moment when you thought everything was lost between you two?

Luis: I can’t tell you exactly what happened because, that would be a huge spoiler. I will say, however, that when Drew disappeared a second time after we’d had a fight, I got desperate.

 

In spite of issues you faced, you managed to make things work between you after some ups and downs. Would you go through all of that again?

Drew: Absolutely. We’ve been through so much and we’re just getting started.

Luis: I’d skip the six years we spent mad at each other. That pretty much sucked start to finish.

 

Thank you both for sharing about yourselves and your story. Now you can relax while I talk a bit with your author, Margie Church.

 

Margie, what drives you to be a writer?

That fact that I live drives me to write. I’ve been writing since I was a child, and spend about 60 hours writing. My EDJ is as a copywriter.

 

60 hours a week writing. Wow! What do you do to get away from the stress of writing?

I don’t find writing stressful. I’m very disciplined and writing is my job. I don’t like doing research and I will procrastinate like crazy on that aspect. I also have a family, so there are natural interruptions. I also can be found playing on Facebook pretty often. LOL

 

Do you use a pen name? If so, why?

I do for my children’s book. Grandmas and new mothers looking for sweet stories for the baby tend to freak out if they stumble on some of the stuff I write. It’s totally inappropriate.

 

Where do you find inspiration for your stories?

Usually it’s a photo or some cinematic thought in my head. Sometimes a simple sentence. I wrote two books on a single sentence premise. These simple ideas ignite the match. What happens after that is nothing but a whole lot of adventure.

 

Do you have a regular writing process?

I’m a plotter. I try to write about 1000 words a day. This allows me to produce something new every two or three months.

 

Do you have some “words of wisdom” for other writers, especially new writers?

Learn the fundamentals of fiction writing as well as you can. Polish your grammar. Choose knowledgeable beta readers and avoid friends and family in this capacity. Be prepared for negativity. Keep your head down. Keep working. Keep writing. You can do it.

Excellent advice for writers of all stages in their career. Thank you for sharing some thoughts about yourself and your writing, Margie.

 

Now let’s talk some book specifics about KREWE DADDY

Title:  Krewe Daddy

Genre:  Erotic m/m Romance

ISBN:  978-1-60592-402-1

Length:  217 pages

Publisher: Noble Romance

Release Date:  February 27, 2012

Buy Link: Noble Romance

Buy Link: Amazon

Book Trailer: You Tube

 

What was unique to this particular book?

Krewe Daddy is a very suspenseful drama. Drew works as a Wildlife and Fisheries Agent. He’s in the bayou, slugging it out there with the bad guys, instead of on the streets. There are alligator poachers, serious gang activity, and drug trafficking to deal with. Krewe Daddy also isn’t a chicks with dicks story. These are real men who love each other. They fight tooth and nail to get their relationship on track when life and devious people conspire against them.

 

Was there anything that surprised you while writing this book?

Drew became a much stronger character than he was in Hard as Teak. He has his Achilles Heel; no one is perfect.

 

Will there be any sequels to this book?

It’s entirely possible, but I don’t have one planned…yet.

 

BLURB

Luis is the Daddy, a sought-after lover, with an ego to match the mammoth-sized Mardi Gras floats he designs. His lifestyle and reputation are wearing him out, but Luis can’t find a satisfying way to break the cycle and be happy, too.

Drew’s insecurities pushed him to have a foolish affair six years ago. It destroyed his relationship with Luis, and he’s never been able to commit to anyone since. Now, he’s taken control of his life and changed his submissive personality by becoming a model for Kevin Marks, and a wildlife enforcement agent in New Orleans.

These men haven’t forgotten each other, or settled their differences. When they accidentally meet in a French Quarter gay bar, the years of regret, anger, and pent-up emotions erupt. Their passion is as hot as ever, their mistrust just as potent. When Drew’s future is in Luis’ hands, will he choose his lifestyle or love?

 

EXCERPT

 

Drew Rothem returned the barbell to the rack, making the big wheels rattle. Sixty pounds might as well be a thousand, this evening. Can’t do it tonight. His left shoulder and back ached from the wrestling match he’d had three days ago with an uncooperative suspect. The drug-crazed behemoth had tried to bust Drew in half by body-slamming him to the ground. Gravel had poked clean through his uniform and pockmarked his skin.

While pain radiated through his back from his weightlifting attempts, the scene replayed in Drew’s memory.

Dazed by the man’s inhuman strength, Drew had let adrenaline take over to marshal every ounce of energy he possessed. In kill or be killed mode, Drew heaved the guy off him.

The suspect landed on the edge of the swamp, eliciting a painful grunt.

Drew had rolled to his feet while reaching for his service weapon. Come on, motherfucker. I dare ya. Stay down. You’re under arrest.”

Foamy, blood-streaked, white spittle leaked from the assailant’s mouth. With a shaking hand, the greasy-looking man wiped the drool away. A spreading stain of swamp water and muck covered his left side. Climbing to his feet, the suspect looked strong enough to be a human freight train. His breath left his lungs in dry-sounding barks. Not a trace of rational thought registered in those black eyes, rimmed with crazy ass high. Poaching gators was lucrative, but when the drug money spigot was turned off, this guy would be in deep weeds. The junkie was fighting for survival, and Drew stood in the way.

Drew leveled his .45 caliber SIG SAUER at the lunatic’s heaving chest. “Put your hands where I can see them.”

The man’s gaze shifted as fast as scattering rats searching for an exit.

“You’re under arrest. Put your hands up.”

From the west, tires crunching on gravel signaled help was near—at least, that’s what Drew hoped.

With his hands steady on his weapon, and his voice firm as cured concrete, Drew explained the options. “It’s the gators or me. What’s it gonna be?”

Sometimes, Drew wished those guys would choose the gators. People who pull stunts like this are too stupid to live. His backup had arrived and carted the asshole off to jail. For once, Drew hadn’t had to transport a suspect reeking of swamp sludge. At least there’s some reward for having to go to the hospital.

“Are you done for the night?”

The voice snapped Drew out of his fog. He turned to face his sometimes lover, Kyle LaMontagne, who was mopping sweat off his face and neck with a towel.

“I am. I thought a workout might ease some of the pain in my back and shoulder, but I couldn’t even move the big wheels.”

Kyle lifted the shoulder seam of Drew’s tank top and looked at his back. “That bruise looks like hell. Maybe you should try the sauna to loosen things up a little.”

Drew wanted to correct Kyle for his repeated mispronunciation of the word sauna, but decided it wasn’t worth the trouble. He hadn’t heard anyone pronounce it correctly—sow-nah—since he’d left Minnesota, last year.

“In this heat, I could stand outside and probably accomplish the same thing.” Drew wiped off his bench and flung the towel over his shoulder.

“Are you going to work tomorrow, or did they give you a few days off to recover?”

While leading the way to the locker room, Drew contemplated an answer to Kyle’s implied question about whether he could spend the evening, and maybe the night, together.

“The doctor gave me nine days on top of my regular rotation days off. I’ve got another week. What about you?”

“Off tomorrow, and then back at it.”

When Drew arrived at his locker, he took a breath to steel himself before reaching over his head to take off his T-shirt. Pain, sharp as an ice pick, shot through his muscles.

“Jesus H. Christ.” Waiting for the spasm to subside, Drew clamped his jaw shut and held his breath.

Kyle pulled the hem over Drew’s head, helping to remove the damp shirt.

“Thanks, man.” An angry throb started his ribs, bubbled its way to Drew’s shoulder, then back down like a yo-yo.

“You sure nothing is broken?” The concern in Kyle’s voice was evident.

If he could have twisted to look back that far, Drew would have. “The doctor said badly bruised ribs. Why?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know, but it looks rough. You’re purple, green, and red from here to here.” He traced the shape of the bruise with his finger. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you hadn’t even been wearing your shirt. You’re going to have a mass of scabs on top of this mess, too.”

Drew pulled down his shorts gingerly, then sat on his towel. “The perp was shutting the tailgate when I surprised him, so he didn’t have a chance to grab a weapon. He must have weighed two-hundred-fifty pounds. I felt like I was in a bad Rocky movie when he threw me down. If I hadn’t turned before I landed, I probably would have had the wind knocked out of me. There’d have been plenty of time to get a gun or maybe a gaffing hook. No doubt, the guy was high enough to enjoy killing me.” Drew shuddered. “Crazy motherfucker.”

“You’re lucky Skeeps showed up, too.”

Drew nodded. Although Kyle and Drew were both in the Region 8 offices of the Louisiana Department of Wildlife and Fisheries, they weren’t partners. A court appearance that day for his partner, Jordan Skeeps, had separated them. The situation could have been deadly for Drew, and everyone knew it.

He pitched his sweaty clothes in his bag, and then grabbed a fresh towel. Grimacing, Drew wrapped it around his waist, tucking in the end.

“I couldn’t have gone two rounds with him, that’s for sure.” He shut his locker. “I’m going to hit the shower, and then go home. The doc prescribed some pain meds, so I’ll camp out with some television and hope the pills take the edge off the pain. I didn’t sleep worth a shit last night.”

Kyle snorted. “You’re getting to be such an old man.”

The remark caught Drew off guard.

Kyle squinted at him. “What? Hearing going, too?”

Drew turned toward the showers. “I’ll call you tomorrow. Maybe we can do some knitting together in the park.”

Kyle’s chuckles bounced off the lockers in the mostly-vacant room. “Sure. Take care of yourself, old man.”

In the shower, Drew leaned on his right arm, and turned his back to the hot stream. At times, even the water pressure sent twinges of pain through him. Drew shifted, searching for a comfortable angle under the water. All the while, Kyle’s comment about being an old man kept replaying in his mind.

Luis.

Drew could still see Luis’ dark eyes light up, and the lazy grin that spread across his beautiful lips when Drew teased him about being an old man. Eight years Drew’s senior, Luis was well-known as Daddy Luis.

Drew hadn’t talked to Luis in almost six years, and yet the dull ache remained. The man rattled around in Drew’s heart, never quite finding his way out. Teak Hildalgo had tried his damnedest to erase Luis from Drew’s affections. Hell, he’d even followed Drew to Minnesota. And got stranded there when we fell apart. At least, that’s how Teak managed to be in the right place at the right time to meet Kevin.

Drew lathered his washcloth with soap. Washing his body with his left hand became a chore. Grunting, he forced his arm to move a little faster, hoping to work through the pain. Realizing the efforts were futile, Drew flung the washcloth against the shower wall. Landing with a slap, the cloth stuck for a moment before gravity claimed it.

His breath left his lips in a hiss. Maybe Kyle is right. These ribs might be more than just badly bruised.

 

AUTHOR CONTACT INFO

Web Site:  Romance with SASS

Blog Site:  Romance with SASS

Facebook:  Margie Church

Twitter:  Margaret R Church

Goodreads:  Margie Church

Email:  [email protected]

 

8 thoughts on “Character Interview: Drew and Luis stop by from KREWE DADDY

  1. Starla Kaye

    Hi, Margie! I’m sorry if anyone came here earlier and couldn’t comment. For some reason the Comment part disappeared, so I reloaded the blog post. Gotta love computers…

    Reply
  2. Lena Grey

    I love the idea of character interviews, especially since I tend to think of them as real people, especially Drew. Yummy! Thanks for the entertainment, Starla and thanks Margie for creating the guys. Good luck with ‘Krewe Daddy’!

    Reply
  3. KB

    Cool interview. However, peanut butter and turkey bologna? I think that combination breaks some fundamental food laws!

    Lovely interview. Always a great read when Margie Church is around.

    Reply
    1. Margie Church

      KB, thanks…You’ve read a lot of my books and I usually have one disgusting food item or fetish in every story. This one is a new low. Can you imagine? My editor wanted me to change it cuz it was so disgusting but I said no. He has the eating habits of a toddler and owns them. Thanks for your support.

      Reply

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.

* Copy This Password *

* Type Or Paste Password Here *