When Forbidden Fires came out, the wonderful Gillian Archer asked me if I wanted to post at her group blog, Silken Sheets and Seduction. Below is the interview I did with Delia and Colin for that blog, originally posted in April 2013):
I stopped by Delia’s apartment today to interview Colin and Delia for this blog post. They sat together on the sofa, Colin with his sock-clad feet on the coffee table and Delia tucked into Colin’s side. He had his arm curled around her neck, his fingers stroking her throat lightly. The sparks that fly between them are obvious, even to a relative stranger.
Thanks for letting me interview you! Let’s start with a background question. You and Colin used to be a couple, but you went your separate ways a year ago. Were either of you in a relationship at the start of this case?
Delia: *freezes in Colin’s arms* I, uh… crap.
Colin: *pulls back to look into Delia’s eyes, his fingers still* What the hell? You told me you weren’t dating anybody.
Delia: I wasn’t! But… for the few weeks before you came by the station, Roy had been asking me to go out with him. I was thinking about it, but something kept holding me back.
Colin: *scowls* Oakes? You were gonna go out with Oakes? Your partner when you go under as a hooker? Which I hate — you know that, right?
Delia: *sighs, relaxes back against him, her hand over his heart* I know you do, but it’s part of my job. Anyway, I said I was thinking about it, but I told him no, so no harm, no foul.
What about you, Colin?
Colin: I, uh…No. No one was Delia. *kisses her temple and squeezes his fingers lightly against her skin*
Delia: *eyes soften* Babe.
How would you describe your personality, Delia?
Delia: Ugh, I hate talking about myself. Um…. driven?
Colin: *grins* How about…brat?
Delia: *sticks tongue out*
Colin: Proving my point, love. *grins again*
Delia: *laughs* Only for you, Sir. Only for you.
Delia, how would you describe Colin’s personality?
Delia: *turns to her guy, considers* Intense. Generous to a fault. Dominant. Sexy. Oh, and sweet. Can’t forget sweet.
Colin: *covers her mouth with his hand* Yeah, enough already. That’s gonna earn you a spanking.
Delia: Yay! *grins*
What one thing would you take to a deserted island?
Delia: *eyes twinkle brattily* Colin, coffee. Colin, coffee. Hmmm…difficult choice.
Colin: *raises brow* A gag for Delia.
Delia: And again I say Yay!
How about vacations? If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
Delia: That deserted island sounds pretty good. I can just see us now, living like natives.
Colin: *plays with Delia’s hair, tugging it so her head tilts back and he can kiss her* Natives, huh? Now that gives me an idea. *his voice lowers to a mere whisper* I think we’ll go native this weekend. I’m off work, you’re off work. We’ll lock the door, take off all our ….
*Clears throat* Moving on. What is your partner’s most distinguishing characteristic?
Colin: *gets serious* Her brain. Love the way her mind works, even if it does sometimes cause me grief.
Delia: *eyes tear up* God, Colin. I, um…wow.
Colin: What? *kisses her thoroughly until they’re both breathing hard* Just telling the truth.
*fans self* So, um, Delia. What’s Colin’s?
Delia: His big, wide—
Colin: Hey, watch it!
Delia: *grins* I was going to say “wicked streak.”
Colin: *rolls eyes* Sure you were.
What is your major skill or talent?
Colin: *opens his mouth to speak again*
Delia: *leans in to cover his mouth with hers*
*both start laughing*
Which actor or actress would you want to play you in the movie?
Delia: No idea for me, but Colin? Matt Passmore. Only Colin is hotter. And, um, he’s mine. So there.
Colin: *grins* Thanks, brat. But…who?
Delia: Never mind.
Colin: Delia would have to play herself, because she’s one of a kind. Only that would mean I’d have to play myself, because no fucking way any actor is getting his hands on my woman. *glares*
Thanks for talking with me today. *picks up bag and heads toward door* They walk me out, thank me, and as the door closes behind me, I hear the snick of a lock and then a low, heated command.
Colin: Clothes off, now, brat.
Delia: Yes, Sir.
I hear the unmistakable sound of hand meeting ass, and a contented sigh. And then, nothing.
