Today I’d like to welcome Micah Randolph – star of In Deeper – to my blog.
He’s going to answer a few questions for us (and I have to tell you all that he’s looking hot today, and carrying his guitar!! Which is…oh, my!)
Ahem… (I clear my throat and begin the interview).
Thanks for joining us, Micah. So can you tell me? What’s your biggest achievement in life so far? Creating a musical duo with my twin brother, Max, has been my biggest achievement by far. Our debut album is racing up the country music charts and we just kicked off our first tour.
Beer or wine? Beer, definitely.
What do you look for in a mate? The perfect mate is someone who will devote time to me, understand my musical career, and is pretty easy on the eyes. Laid-back. Sweet. Nothing like Celeste Proctor even though she’s all I can think about.
Any secrets you can share with us? I think I just hinted to it, but I’ve had a crush on Celeste my entire life. She’s completely off-limits being my brother Drake’s beta and ex-fiancé, but I can’t stop wanting her.
What do you fear? Always coming up short when compared to my oldest brother, Drake.
Thanks so much for joining us, Micah.
Here’s more info on Micah’s story:
Genre: Contemporary, Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Etopia Press
Number of pages: 186
Word Count: 56,012
The alpha’s brother has met his match.
Celeste Proctor always had the best of everything—expensive homes, fashionable clothing, and the coveted position of beta to the most powerful of all lycans, Drake Randolph. But after the alpha chose another to be his bride, Celeste is left without a mate. She needs one, and fast—the stronger, the better–to maintain her carefully cultivated position. One of the alpha’s brothers will have to do, but which one?
Micah Randolph has always lived in the shadow of his oldest brother. With his country music career heating up, Micah is looking forward to a whirlwind tour and achieving his own success, separate from his position within the powerful Randolph family. When the beautiful yet untouchable Celeste Proctor shows up, determined to mate with him or his twin brother, he has a choice to make: pursue the dream he’s worked so hard to achieve, or be drawn back into pack politics as the mate of a woman looking only to secure her rank in the pack? But the way she makes him feel when she looks at him…can he make her want him for more than his strong, lycan blood?
How in the hell had it happened? One moment he was blinded by rage. The next he was consumed by lust strong enough to knock him on his ass.
Celeste didn’t know what she did to him. If she did, she’d turn and run. He didn’t want to only mate with her. He wanted to mark her, brand her as his own for the entire world to see. It wasn’t a case of wanting something of his brother’s. Drake’s claim on her was merely as the alpha to her beta. They were friends now. Nothing more.
Micah’s mind suspected the truth even if his heart didn’t. He’d never thought of her as Drake’s. He’d been unable to, no matter how much he tried.
He slid his hands lower and caressed the slope of her ass. The heat of her skin radiated through the leather and warmed his palms. What he wouldn’t give to peel the tight pants off and reveal the lush curves he’d only glimpsed once.
He lowered his head and nuzzled her neck. “Tell me to go.”
She wriggled her ass closer. “I don’t want you to.”
He groaned. “This is madness.”
“It doesn’t have to be.” She leaned backward and met his gaze. “I’m tired of being on my own. I want something that’s mine.”
“I’m not a piece of property you can add to your collection.”
She gave him a fierce frown. “I’m more than a spoiled rich girl.”
Let her go and walk away. He didn’t heed his subconscious’s advice. She was there, in his arms, and his cock took over thinking for him. There were very few things in life he was unable to resist, but she topped the short list.
Celeste ran her hands up his chest and cupped his shoulders. Her fingers curled into his skin, holding him in place even though he wasn’t thinking of running. “I’m tired of being the girl everyone thinks has everything. You don’t know what it’s like to be alone.”
“Sure, I do.” He lowered his head. The taste of her kiss would be a memory no longer, no more a dream that replayed over and over in his head at night. “Everyone is alone eventually.”
He moved his mouth closer, already imagining the sweet taste of her. He would’ve experienced the sweet joy of having her again had his phone not chosen that moment to ring.
He closed his eyes and cursed at the sound of the familiar ringtone. “It’s Drake.”
About the Author:
Christy Gissendaner is a romantic comedy author and believes that laughter and love should go hand in hand.
Christy lives in Alabama with her husband and three sons. She’s always hard at work on her next novel, but in her spare time she loves blackjack, karaoke, and anything resembling a vacation!
To find out more, please visit http://christygissendaner.webs.com