Today Danube Adele stopped by for a crazy/awkward interview. Check out the blurb for her new book:
Dreams of a Wild Heart
- Series: The Dreamwalkers #3
- Author: Danube Adele
- Release Date: December 15, 2014
Dr. Cecilia—Ceci— Bradford at your service.
I dance, rock climb, and have mastered MMA, because just being a twenty-six-year-old doctor isn’t enough. It doesn’t keep me from remembering the terrifying night my life changed, the night my true love died. I was nearly seventeen.
Life goes on, but the secret I keep is that I still talk to him in my dreams. That was getting me by until Tabron showed up—or, more specifically, until the six-foot-two brute of a Viking whisked me off to another planet because his leader is dying. And the joy didn’t end there. I’m being forced to choose a mate. The Brausa are facing extinction.
Tabron has no need for a mate, himself, and he’s told me as much. Multiple times. What he does have are hands and wicked lips that stir feelings I thought lost forever. Choosing him (just to play along until I can find a way home) seems to irk him and I find this surprisingly fun. But surviving a hidden conspiracy and the dangers of this alien place might be more difficult than I could ever imagine…
Crazy/Awkward Tour Interview with Danube Adele
Q: Most of the books I read and write have steamy love scenes in them so I’m curious, what do you find sexy?
A: I love animalistic passion that can’t be contained. The wild, can’t-get-enough-of-you, big, strong man with rough tenderness scene, where the sexual tension has been building for a good deal of the book before it just explodes and clothing gets ripped off.
Q: Your family pet starts talking. What are you most worried she’d/he’d say?
A: Warick (male Rottweiler): You must realize the truth.
Me: What truth?
Warick: Can’t you see it?
Me: See what?
Warick: There is no spoon.
Me: What the hell? *looking around with alarm*
Q: Have you ever made up any words? (follow-up questions: please give the word, define it, and then use it in a sentence)
A: My husband and I felt very badly for the words silver and orange because they didn’t have any words that rhymed with them in this big, wide world. We figured they were lonely, so we created rhyming words. The pilver is the part of the driveway where the sidewalk meets your actual driveway, and the porange is the part of your driveway where your car is actually parked. We use these words around our house. The car turned onto the pilver and parked on the porange.
Q: Prohibition round two starts tomorrow and it prohibits your favorite product. Name that product and what you’ll do to get your fix.
A: Facebook is my crack. I look at it far too frequently throughout the day. Anytime I have a free moment, I pull it up on my phone, tablet or computer to see what’s been posted. It’s social, constantly changing, and allows me to participate at a moment’s notice for as long or short a time as I’d like. It eats away much of my time, keeps me from getting things done that need doing. To get my fix after the prohibition, I’ll have to text my friends and send them random irrelevant pictures, articles and messages I’ve found on my news bytes all day long. I’m sure they’ll love that. And who knows? Maybe they would.
Q: Describe your happy dance.
A: I danced smooth-style lindy hop and swing for several years. Now, my happy dance looks like a combination of a triple step mixed with a Charleston mixed with hip swivels.
Q: How do you feel about robot drivers?
A: My robot driver would be fabulous. It would be funny and clever, know all the back roads and alternate routes. It would be able to converse companionably about current topics and would be programmed to make appropriately rude comments and gestures towards those bad drivers (texting, racing, weaving, cutting-off-kind-of-driver) that I always wanted to react to. You know who they are. If anyone got mad, I could always look innocent and say I didn’t have anything to do with it, though I’d be secretly laughing with gleeful pleasure inside my head.
Q: What keeps the darkness at bay?
A: My husband is my reality check. When I’m feeling down or stressed, I can talk with him, and he gets my mind refocused on what’s important. He has a special energy that wraps around me, a tender smile that has touched my heart and calmed my spirit for fourteen years. Even when he’s not right next to me, just thinking about him brings a smile to my face.
Q: What have you always wanted to do to a hobo?
A: I always thought it would be enlightening to spend a day with a “hobo” or homeless-like type person in order to fully understand what life is like for them. I envision a day-long conversation as we go about their normal routine of the day, where I could hear the story he/she would have to tell. Where did life start for them? Where was home? Who was family? What “typical” things did they used to do? At what point did they end up on the streets?
Q: What was the last furry thing you touched?
A: Warick (with a German “w”), is our 6 year old male Rottweiler who is very sweet, loving and protective. He always has a need to be touching one of us, which means he likes to sleep with his heavy head on our feet. Unfortunately, he is epileptic and has to be drugged twice a day to keep from having grand mal seizures.
Q: What’s the weirdest thing that has ever licked you?
A: Kevin, our bearded dragon, was resting around my neck seeking warmth, and he stuck his tongue out to “smell” me. Other than that, my dog, a cat, and various goats I was feeding at a petting zoo at the county fair have also licked me.
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