Character Interview of Malcolm Fraser from Her Highland Champion by Alexa Bourne
I am excited to have some more visitors from Decadent Publishing to my blog. Malcolm, thanks for taking the time to stop by along with your author, Alexa Bourne. First I would like to visit with you, Malcolm.
Malcolm, can you tell our readers a little about yourself?
As you mentioned, my name is Malcolm Fraser. I was born in the Highlands of Scotland. I own a bed & breakfast called the Kierlain House and I work as a bodyguard for International Protective Network.
I have been to the Highlands and loved it!
Can you give us a random thought about yourself, something that will surprise your readers?
I first wanted to be a footballer, or as you Americans say a soccer player, but I didn’t have the discipline as a lad to see it through.
Can you share something about your daily life before the upheaval to it in this story?
I’d just come back to the Highlands shortly before the day I found Heather. I expected to live a simple life where my biggest challenges would be balancing the checkbook and keeping my elderly parents happy.
Life is never that easy, is it.
What upset your ordinary world and brought you into contact with Heather?
Well, I found her unconscious when I was out for my morning run. I couldn’t just leave her there so I called for an ambulance and stayed with her. I kept telling myself I should’ve walked away when the ambulance came, but no. I had to hop in back and ride along with her.
You were a good man to do that with a stranger.
What was your immediate reaction to Heather? What did you first think of her?
To be honest, I wanted nothing to do with her. I’d just come home after some trouble with my last job and I didn’t want to be responsible for this woman. But something about her, about her courage, kept me close to that hospital room.
Were you annoyed that Heather got in the way of obtaining your goal of just wanting a simple life?
Aye, I only wanted to be left alone, but my conscience wouldn’t leave her unprotected.
What were some of the headaches you faced in dealing with Heather?
Look at her. (He laughs.) She’s a bonnie lass and I spent more time thinking about taking her to bed than keeping her safe. THAT became a big problem.
I suspect that was a problem.
Did any other people interfere in reaching your goal?
Aye, one of my best friends, Cam. He’s a policeman in Edinburgh and he kept doing and saying things to keep Heather and me together.
Did you feel an immediate attraction to Heather? Or an immediate resistance to her?
A bit of both, I suppose. Once she’d been taken care of in hospital, I saw how beautiful she was. Because I felt that attraction to her, I knew I had to get rid of her as soon as possible. (His smile widens.) But she wouldn’t let me.
That push-pull thing…tough to deal with sometimes.
Who made the first compromise to make peace in your relationship?
Heather. She’s so good about stating the facts about something and about asking for what she wants.
Good for her!
When did the heat between you and Heather first start firing up? Did that complicate reaching your goal?
There was something between us straight from the start. It did complicate matters for a time because I only wanted to be left alone. I knew I was attracted to her and for that reason I knew I couldn’t be the one to protect her. She deserved better.
What led to the moment when you thought everything was lost between you two?
Oh, I’ll not share the details of that mess. Heather and Alexa will BOTH have my arse if I say anything!
Good, make the readers have to read the book and find out!
You managed to make things work between you after some ups and downs. Would you go through all of that again?
Aye, without a doubt.
Thank you, Malcolm, for answering our questions and sharing about your story. Now you can sit back and relax while I visit with Alexa.
Alexa, what drives you to be a writer?
I love sharing stories, and if I don’t let them out, the voices in my head will take over! LOL!
So many authors say something similar. We are such a strange bunch of people (myself included).
What do you do to get away from the stress of writing?
I like to read, watch TV or exercise. Believe it or not, the writing is usually my stress reliever for every other aspect of my life.
Again, I have heard many other authors say that writing is NOT the stressful part of their life.
Do you use a pen name? If so, why?
I do use a pen name mostly because I’m a school teacher and I don’t want people’s opinions of my stories and my writing to affect my classroom.
Where do you find inspiration for your stories?
I find inspiration in everything around me- real life, TV shows, movies, what ifs, and individuals’ struggles.
Do you have a regular writing process?
I do have a regular process. I write a rough draft of a story by hand. I just write scenes and ideas for scenes and I write them out of order. When I have a skeleton of a story, I then plot and begin to put the pieces together. I usually write 4-6 drafts per book depending on the size of the manuscript. As I get closer to being completely done, I spend more time on the computer than in the notebook.
Do you have some “words of wisdom” for other writers, especially new writers?
It took me 12 years to get my 1st contract, but I wanted it more than anything else. If it’s really what you want, don’t give up!
Good advice…don’t give up.
Now let’s talk about some specifics of Her Highland Champion…
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Length: 78 pages
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Release Date: March 27, 2012
Buy Link: Decadent Publishing
Alexa, was there anything that surprised you while writing this book?
This was my 1st romantic suspense written many years ago. To submit to Decadent, I had extensive revisions to do because the original was a full-length book and it wasn’t very good. (I still had a lot to learn!) I was surprised with how much easier the revisions were than I thought they were going to be.
Will there be any sequels to this book?
There will not be a sequel, but each of my Honor Guard Series books has 1 character who works for the International Protective Network. Some of the characters will make appearances in other stories.
A Decadent Honor Guard story….
Heather Winchester leads a charming life. With good friends, a beautiful flat in one of the most amazing cities in the world, and a promising future once she finishes her Ph.D, she is finally pursuing her own dreams instead of catering to everyone else’s…except she doesn’t remember any of it.
Malcolm Fraser has returned to his Highland village to forget his failings as a professional bodyguard. Believing he could just lose himself in the mundane activities of running his bed & breakfast, he finds a woman’s lifeless body by the loch instead….
Captivated by Heather as she regains her memory, Malcolm is thrown into the line of duty. As danger comes knocking on their door, will he be strong enough to love her and keep her safe?
She turned to the bedside. A man stood there dressed in dark green sweats, with both hands clenched around the silver bedside bar. He was handsome, with light eyes, dark hair cropped close to his head, and a firm jaw. It was his hands, though. They drew her attention. Clean skin, defined knuckles, large fingers. Hands rough from a hard day’s physical labor, and yet, she imagined, gentle enough to caress the afternoon’s sufferings away.
“It’s good to see you awake.” He smiled. “You gave us all quite a fright.”
Okay, the Scottish accent drew her attention, too. At once, it both melted away some of her fears and sparked a whirlwind of questions.
“Where am I?” Her throat scratched like sandpaper.
“St. Catherine’s Hospital.”
She swallowed hard. “Where is that?”
“Fort William.” He reached for something on the table by her bed and brought back a plastic cup with a straw. “Here.”
“Thank you.” The warm water coated her sore vocal cords. She handed the cup back to him.
Wait a minute. Fort William? The only Fort William she knew was in Scotland. “I don’t understand. How did I get here?” Ignoring the aches in her body, she pressed both palms to the sheets on each side of her and pushed herself up. The blanket fell away from her chest and a new chill surrounded her. “What’s going on?”
Her arms shook, and she collapsed back to the bed.
“Relax.” The man set his palm on her shoulder, as if to keep her flat against the mattress. The heat of his fingers seeped through her hospital gown and into her skin. “I found you unconscious on the beach in Glenhalish. I called for an ambulance, and they brought you here.”
“I was in Glenhalish?”
“Aye, on a three day tour of the Highlands. Do you not remember being there?”
“No.” She squinted and studied him. No memories surfaced. “Do I know you?”
He shook his head. “Only from the beach. I’m Malcolm Fraser.”
She opened her mouth and then closed it again. Her gaze drifted to her lap as tears burned in the corners of her eyes. Panic swelled in her chest and into her throat.
“What is it, lass?” he asked with such tenderness.
“Can you tell me my name?”
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