Lord
Nicholas Pierce, hero of Wait Until
Moonrise, interviews his author,
Teri Thackston
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This week, I thought I’d let Lord Nicholas Pierce, Earl of Beaumarith interview me for a change! Take it away, Lord Nicholas!
This week, I thought I’d let Lord Nicholas Pierce, Earl of Beaumarith interview me for a change! Take it away, Lord Nicholas!
Nicholas: Thank you, Lady
Teri, for the opportunity to ask you how I came to be. After all, ‘twas you who
gave me life in your novel Wait Until
Moonrise, therefore you know the details of my creation better than anyone.
TT: Certainly, Lord
Nicholas. But while my mother likes to think she raised me to be a lady, I’m
not one in the sense of English nobility. So please, call me Teri.
Nicholas: As you wish.
When did you first think of me? When did you decide to bring me to life?
TT: I remember the exact moment. I had taken my
children to a theater to see Disney’s version of ‘Beauty and the Beast’…you
know the story?
Nicholas: Of course. But a
child’s fairy tale inspired your book?
TT: The storyline sprang from a fairy tale but it
quickly matured well beyond that. There was a scene in the film where the Beast
and Belle were dancing in an immense ballroom that contained enormous windows.
Shadows from the windowpanes lay a pattern over the ballroom floor.
Nicholas: As in the ballroom at my home, Beaumarith. ‘Tis
beautiful in the moonlight.
TT: Exactly. As Belle and the Beast danced, I imagined
they were ghosts who disappeared whenever they danced into the shadows, but
reappeared when they danced into the moonlight. It would be eerie and romantic.
Since I enjoy writing paranormal romance, I thought it would be better if only
one of them was a ghost, and that he could appear only in the moonlight…and
only to his true love. So I came up with you.
Nicholas: But I am no
ghost.
TT: I know that. But
that was the initial inspiration. I knew that it would be difficult for a ghost
and a mortal to carry on any romance that ended happily-ever-after. So instead
of making you a ghost, I made you an invisible man.
Nicholas: Hence the curse.
TT: Right. And since you can’t have a curse
without some sort of witch—
Nicholas: You created the sorceress, Sapphira, to make
my life miserable.
TT: Exactly!
Nicholas (frowning): Did
she have to curse me so soundly? No one could hear me or see me for well over
200 years!
TT: I know, and I’m
sorry about that. I know it was pretty frustrating for you—
Nicholas: And beyond boring. Have you any idea what it
is like to shout directly in someone’s face only to be treated as if I didn’t
exist? For two centuries?
TT: Well, I don’t personally know, but I think I
did a pretty good job of writing about it.
Nicholas: That you did.
TT: I wanted you to be a man from a different
time so that you would contrast more with your heroine, Bria. So I had to make
you come from another century.
Nicholas: I would not say that
Bria and I contrast to any great degree.
TT: Maybe not now, but you did when you first
met. I mean, you were an 18th century nobleman from Wales while she
was a 21st century woman from Texas. You believed in curses and
magic while she thought such things were impossible. You couldn’t drive but
she—
Nicholas (laughing): Bria
was a wonderful driving instructor.
TT: As long as you kept your hands on the wheel.
Nicholas: Well, the temptation of her beauty within the
intimate confines of her cousin’s Rolls Royce—
TT: Hang on, now. Let’s not give away too much of
the story.
Nicholas: I beg your pardon. Please continue detailing
our miniscule differences.
TT: No problem. You lived in a castle while Bria
lived on a small farm. She was a bit timid while you were brash and a little
full of yourself—
Nicholas: I beg your pardon.
TT: You know it was true. You came from a time
when few people could even read and write while Bria was accustomed to modern
technology.
Nicholas: Which allowed us to communicate outside of
the moonlight.
TT: Hey, no more spoilers!
Nicholas: Might I at least relive our first kiss?
TT: That’s the usual purpose of my blog, so of
course. Here ya go!
From Wait Until
Moonrise by Teri Thackston
She touched his arm,
and his control shattered. Whipping around, he grabbed her shoulders. Her eyes
went wide as he pushed her against the wall, crushing her with his body.
“Is this what you
want?” he demanded. “To see me lose control as that poor bastard fiancé of
yours did? Remember that I, too, suffer under Saffira’s curse.”
Unexpectedly, he felt
her relax between him and the cold wall. His own tension coiled tighter as her
supple form curved to his rigid one.
“I don’t believe you
want to hurt me,” she whispered. “I don’t believe you can.”
Her lips were so
close to his, he could taste the flavor of her breath. It swirled through his
head like smoke, coiled down into his gut, intensifying the craving that he
could scarcely control. Only with her did he feel human. Only with her was he
free even within his own mind.
And yet he could not
let her take this step out of guilt. To allow that would be an affront to them
both.
“You said the same
about the American.”
Her gaze touched his
lips. “He wasn’t himself.”
“But I am me.”
“I know.” She slipped
her arms around his waist and lifted her lips to his.
Nicholas would gladly
have died then. The love he tasted on her sweet lips eased his tortured soul
with the flavor of nectar. Heaven-sent, she was, and he knew she’d never kissed
Terrell or any other man in this way. Her fingers were still against his back,
her body barely touching his. Only her lips moved, and they did so barely
parted, innocent and soft, as if she had no inkling of their sensuous power.
Resistance faltering beneath her innocent onslaught, he eased his cruel grip,
and his hands slipped between her and the stone wall. Holding her close, he
deepened the kiss, easing her lips apart, tasting fully of what she so sweetly
offered…what he so desperately craved.
Nicholas: Ah…how well I remember that first kiss.
TT: I know Bria remembers it, too.
Nicholas: Thank you, my lady, I—
TT: Just Teri, remember?
Nicholas (bowing): As you wish, Teri. I will take my leave of
you now. This brief trip along memory lane has made me eager to return to my
beloved.
TT: You’re welcome, Lord Nicholas. Tell her I said
hi. And readers, thanks for stopping by my blog. I hope you enjoyed learning a
little about Wait Until Moonrise. It’s
one of my award-winning novels that is now available online in ebook at
Amazon.com http://tinyurl.com/75lcdm6
and at Barnes & Noble http://tinyurl.com/c8ualx6
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