An interview with Lucy Hart: from Last Rites, a Lucy Hart Rites Novel

Here's something fun for those who've read my YA ParanormalRomance, Last Rites, a Lucy Hart RitesNovel: An interview with the one and only Lucy Hart. 
I caught up with her earlier this week, right after she'dspent the morning weapons training with her soon-to-be brother-in-law, andoverall hottie, Micah Enoch. Unfortunately she'd broken not one but two nails while training with thebig, sexy werewolf, and I ended up having to conduct the interview while shegot her nails done.  (Trying to fostersome sisterly solidarity with the former cheer leading captain, and currentreluctant necromancer, I went ahead and had my nails done too.)
MW:  "So what do yousay to some of my readers that think you're a…well, a royal bitch?"
Lucy shot me with a hard glare, but then licked her lips andsmiled—she really does have some awesome dimples. 
LH:  "You can't pleaseeverybody.  I'd like to say I'm a goodperson, deep down, but at the end of the day I'm most interested in getting towhere I want to be."
MW:  "The whole "lookingout for yourself" mind set?"
LH:  "Something likethat."  She sipped a Diet Coke andconferred with the nail technician about a new color—something more of a summercolor, given the recent warm up in the weather. Then her bright hazel eyes locked on me. "At first I just wanted my future back. I'd lost everything—money, social status, my father's…" 
She closed her eyes and seemed to close down on me for amoment, but then continued.    
LH:  "But somehowGabriel just…he weaseled his way into my heart—and don't even start!"  She put her now perfectly manicured hand upto halt me from delivering a solid one-liner. "I may be goal oriented, and more than a little selfish, but I do havefeelings, and a heart.  And not just mylast name."
I earned another glare when I coughed…but I swear I wasn'tmaking a covert comment…I swear.
MW:  "So how arethings going between you and Gabe?"
Lucy smiled at me using his shortened name.  I know how much she enjoys wielding it on him.
LH:  "He hates that,you know."
MW:  "I know."
LH:  "That's why I useit whenever he's around.  You can neverlet the man get the upper hand…always keep him off balance." She sighed androlled her eyes.  "But to answer yourquestion, we're doing great.  That iswhen I have any time to actually spend with him.  Between his family and the wedding plans, andGram and my new necromancy studies—which are just disgusting, may I add—andtraining with Micah and the werewolves, I might get to see him once aweek."  Her eyes went distant for a moment,but then they sparkled again when she said, "But I do everything I can to makethose times memorable."
MW:  "I'm sure youdo.  I'm also wondering how things aregoing with your vampire?"
LH:  "My what?"  Her voice shot up half an octave at the meremention of the vampire.
MW:  "You know, VinTokar, brother of your nemesis, Delia Tokar. You two share a blood bond now, and that can be a very intimate thing toshare, especially with a vampire with Vin's qualities.  He is rather good looking, isn't he?"
LH:  "I'm sure he hasplenty of female admirers," Lucy said coldly, "but just because I had his bloodforced on me—"
MW:  "Well, he didsave your life—"
LH:  "Don't you meanafter I kicked his sister's skanky vampire butt and saved myself first?"
MW:  "I'm just sayingI know you two have a psychic link, and that alone could cause problems for youand Gabriel.  Even if you were pack and mated, would your matingbond be enough to compete with such a thing?"
She sat perfectly still for over a minute, just staring atme.
LH:  "You're thewriter." she said.  "You tell me."
MW:  "Well, um…"
She waved me off like an unwanted pair of last season Pradamules. 
LH:  "Here's what I'vegathered so far.  You've written me so Ipretty much get what I want, whether that means it falls at my feet, or I haveto kick a little ass to get it." She leaned forward and leered at me.  "Or lop off a few heads, as it stands so farwith your next installment in the series, BloodRites.  So I'm going to go out on alimb and say that the laws of magic, pack and blood bond alike, will prettymuch do as I wish them to do.  So it's ofno consequence."
MW:  "Well said…wishI'd written it."
She smiled.
MW:  "But what way do youwant it to go?  All to Gabriel, or isthere some you'd like to have fall to the vampire?"
With that Lucy checked her iphone, and responded to a textmessage. 
LH:  "Sorry,Mercy.  I have to get going.  I've got studies with Gram and then dinnerwith mom, my lowlife brother, and Gabriel afterward."  She stood, brushed an imaginary wrinkle fromher short silk skirt, and then flipped her long mahogany hair over hershoulder.  "It's been a pleasure…wereally should do this again."
And with that Lucy Hart sauntered out of the nail salon andslipped into the back seat of a Lincoln Towne car.  I sat there looking at the rather prettycolor I'd chosen to have my nails done in—Revlon's new "Saucy" red—and shook myhead.  How the hell was I going to chosewhich man—or monster—she'd end up with?
Oh well, that's what coffee, Red Bull, and chocolate weremade for.
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