Our guest today is paranormal romance author Anne Marsh. The second book in her Fallen series, His Dark Bond, was recently released on January 31, 2012. Haven’t started the series yet? What to know what’s it all about? You can read Emmy’s review of the book here. Please join me in welcoming Anne here today to Dark Faerie Tales. She was lucky enough to land an interview with Zer, our hero from His Dark Bond. You can also read the first chapter of the book here.
Thanks to Anne, one lucky commenter will have a chance to win Bond With Me and His Dark Bond. As always, details are listed at the end of the post.
Welcome Anne!
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My interview with Zer, the leader of the Fallen, took place at G2’s, the club he owns and runs with his fellow Fallen. G2’s isn’t a nice place. It’s a hardcore, music pumping, no holds barred sensual onslaught. Any sin can be purchased for a price here. Zer is kicking it in a leather banquette in the back of the club, keeping an eye on both humans and Fallen. He’s large and dark and there’s no missing the predatory gleam in his eyes as he surveys his world. He rules here. A quick flick of his fingers brings the waitress over with a chilled Moet & Chandon and then I get down to business.
Describe yourself in 3 words
Solitary. Alpha. Brutal. You want poetry, ask someone else.
When you said fight, your fellow Dominion warriors fought. Do you ever regret giving the order that led to the Fall?
Regrets? Every damn day. I had my reasons—our females, already far too few in number, were being slaughtered and we’d been set up to take the fall for those deaths. It was one hell of a shit storm and it sure looked like bigger, badder plans were brewing in the Heavens, so I took action. Gave the word to fight. When we lost, the Archangel Michael ripped our wings off and kicked us out of the Heavens. Three thousand years of exile later and I still haven’t led the charge back to glory. You bet I have regrets. I need to get this job done and done right.
What’s the hardest part of your exile?
When we fell, we lost more than our wings. We lost the ability to feel the finer emotions in life. Sex, fighting—our heart’s not in it. The only way we get to feel is if we experience them vicariously. This place—G2’s—it stinks of sin and sex. The dancers grinding it up out on my dance floor? There’s no vice off limits to them and you have no idea what kind of temptation all that emotion pouring off them is. We’re addicts. Every last one of us jonesing for our nightly fix of human emotions. What you feel is a delicious cocktail because we don’t get to feel a goddamned thing for ourselves. Of course, we don’t just take. We offer you a deal. You bond with one of us, let him feel what you’re feeling and drink in all those sensual emotions of yours, and you get one favor. Any favor. That’s what the bond is all about.
What’s your fighting style like?
Whatever it takes. Guns are good. Blades are better. I’ll go hand-to-hand if that’s what the job calls for. We fight rogue Fallen everyday—former angels who’ve given into the soul thirst and who certainly aren’t offering any deals in exchange for a few emotions. They’ll drink you dry and then kill you. I may not be able to fight my way back into the Heavens—yet—but I don’t have to let these killers run around my world unchecked.
What’s the one thing that turns you on most about a woman?
Good girls. Buttoned-up tight girls. What would it take to make you come apart in my arms? You should have been there the first time I laid eyes on the professor…
I blew through the door of the building because the rogues riding my ass weren’t going to knock first, and mine was only a party of three. Get in. Secure the female. Get out. Quick action would minimize human casualties, as well, and that couldn’t hurt my chances with Nessa St. James.
She was probably just as tenderhearted as most of them were.
I motioned for Nael and Vkhin to peel off. “Secure the lobby.” Nael looked like he was jonesing for a good fight, but Vkhin would guard my back. That left me free and clear to fetch the good professor.
My booted foot hit the inner door, then paused, because my hands were busy palming weapons. Conveniently, one rogue stopped to mow down the campus security guard. The guard had been a squat, out-of-shape human male, his nose buried in a day-old paper. Most likely a rent-a-cop and from a piss-poor outfit, because the male hadn’t even gone for his weapons. No, he’d ducked and covered like a good boy, so I hadn’t bothered with him. The rogue nearest me, however, had apparently disliked leaving loose ends behind to call for backup and had vaulted over the desk, blades flashing. Nael and Vkhin were moving in, but my blades cut deep, and, sure enough, there was a high-pitched scream from the murderous rogue, a little quick splatter, and the hallway got a whole lot quieter.
Damn it. I needed to pick up the pace.
A voice was speaking inside the room. Smooth. Cool. Modulated. Bingo.
I burst through the shattered door and ignored the scream-and-run of the panicked students inside. None of them was dumb enough to run in my direction. A quick eyeball told me where the other exits were. Two more sets of doors. Good. I was going to need all the outs I could find.
My first sight of the professor stopped me in my tracks.
She was…
She was two kinds of sexy, and no way in hell was she a biblical scholar and world-renowned geneticist. The clothes were right: a buttoned-up, no-nonsense white blouse in some sort of synthetic fabric that wouldn’t wrinkle if I drove my SUV over it. God, I was a dirty bastard, though, because I couldn’t stop staring at her breasts. She turned away from the whiteboard, and the smooth movement pulled the supple material of her blouse against those breasts. Full, generous handfuls that made me want to suck each of those nipples into my mouth and tongue her until she came undone.
Hell, yeah.
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About Anne:
After ten years of graduate school and too many degrees, Anne Marsh escaped to become a technical writer. When not planted firmly in front of the laptop translating Engineer into English, Anne enjoys gardening, running (even if it’s just to the 7-11 for slurpees), and reading books curled up with her kids. The best part of writing romance, however, is finally being able to answer the question: “So… what do you do with a PhD in Slavic Languages and Literatures?”
She lives in Northern California with her husband, two kids, and four cats.
You can visit Anne around the web here: Website | Twitter | Facebook
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This giveaway is provided by Anne Marsh
One winner will receive a copy of Bond With Me and His Dark Bond by Anne Marsh
Available on January 31, 2012 from Kensington Books
About the Book:
Zer is no angel – well, not anymore. He’s explored every flavour of sin imaginable, drinking in the pleasures of humanity. But now he must find the woman who carries his salvation in her very blood…a woman like Nessa St. James. Nessa has considered the bargain the Fallen offer. Anything she wants in exchange for accepting Zer’s bond? No way. Not her. Not when she finds out about the mind-blowing ritual involved and the marks of surrender that will ink her skin. But with a serial killer to stop and centuries of experience on his side, Zer will do whatever it takes to change her.
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He sounds like a really interesting character what with all the Fallen thing going on 
thanks for the great interview 
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