Characters from Spell Bound Interview Their Author, Jacob Z. Flores
Hi, everyone. My name is Jacob Z. Flores, and I’m so excited to be here at Jo and Isa Love Books. It’s my first time here, and I’m always thrilled to visit new parts of the Internet and meet fabulous new people.
So why am I here today? Well, I’m here to talk about Spell Bound, my latest release from Dreamspinner. This book is the first book of my new series, the Warlock Brothers of Havenbridge. The series follows Mason, Thad, and Pierce, and the perilous journeys they take along the path to love. Each brother will be the MC of his own book, and Mason, the youngest in the family, starts us off.
To help introduce you to the MCs of this novel, I thought it might be fun to sit down with Mason and Drake and let them interview me. Before I surrender the keyboard to them, here’s the blurb to give you a bit more information on the characters.
Blurb:
Mason Blackmoor just can’t compete with his brothers, much less his father. They represent the epitome of black magic, strong, dark, and wicked, and though Mason tries to live up to his respected lineage, most of the spells he casts go awry. To make matters worse, his active power has yet to kick in. While his brothers wield lightning and harness the cold, Mason sits on the sidelines, waiting for the moment when he can finally enter the magical game.
When a dead body is discovered on the football field of his high school, Mason meets Drake Carpenter, the new kid in town. Drake’s confident demeanor and quick wit rub Mason the wrong way. Drake is far too self-assured for someone without an ounce of magical blood in his body, and Mason aims to teach him a lesson—like turn him into a roach. And if he’s lucky, maybe this time Mason won’t be the one turned into an insect.
Not surprisingly, the dislike is mutual and Drake does nothing to dispel Mason's suspicion that the sexy boy with a southern drawl is somehow connected to the murder.
If only Mason didn’t find himself inexplicably spellbound whenever they are together, they might actually find out what danger hides in the shadows.
Okay, now that you have some idea who my boys are, I’m handing the reigns over to them. Wish me luck!
Drake: Yeah, you’re gonna need all the luck you can get. You know how Mason gets.
Jacob: (nods)
Mason: Hey, what the hell does that mean?
Drake: Really? The first time we met you were a grade-A jerk.
Mason: Was not!
Drake: Were to!
Mason: Bite me.
Drake: (inching closer) Where?
Mason: (wiggling his eyebrows) Well, now that you ask…
Jacob: (mumbling under his breath) Every time. This happens every time.
Mason: (suddenly remembering Jacob is in the room) What does?
Jacob: (gesturing at Mason and Drake) This! Every time I sit down for an interview, my characters start acting like horny teenagers.
Drake: Well, we are teenagers.
Mason: (nods) And we are horny! Just the way you wrote us.
Jacob: (covering his face in his hands) Don’t remind me.
Drake: So, why did you make us teenagers then? You didn’t have to, ya know? You could have made us college-aged.
Jacob: True, but when I was creating Havenbridge and this world, I didn’t want to start with a character who was already established in his magic. I had to find some way to ease the readers into this magical world I’d created. Starting with someone younger accomplished that, and Mason was the perfect candidate.
Mason: (jutting out his chin) Naturally. I’m the baddest warlock there is. My brothers might think their shit doesn’t stink, but believe me, it does. Especially Pierce. (pretends to vomit) That boy can clear an entire house.
Drake: (glaring at Mason before turning to me) I blame you.
Jacob: (nodding) I blame me too.
Mason: (chattering on as if no one else has spoken) I’ve also got a mad ton of style that makes me the ideal star for this book. Hell, the whole damn series even. (he gestures to his GQ wardrobe and pretends to walk an imaginary runway) Have you seen my outfit?
Drake: (rolling his eyes) That’s not what Jacob meant.
Mason: How do you know what Jacob meant? You’re not a mind reader. You’re human. Tell him, Jacob. Tell him you chose me because I’m just that fucking great.
Jacob: (sighing) I don’t want to burst your bubble, but that’s not why I chose you to be the first main character.
Mason: (gasping and falling back in his chair)
Drake: I told you!
Jacob: Not to be mean, Mason, but I chose you because you’re not exactly adept at magic. You bungle most of your spells and haven’t tapped into your active power yet.
Mason: (flinching) You did that to me? On purpose?
Jacob: Well, yes.
Mason: Why would you do something so mean? I’m just this pretty damn good looking guy with great style, who’s been minding my own business. What have I ever done to you?
Jacob: (rolling his eyes) Like I said, you help the audience get oriented to magic and the world. Let’s face it, you’re not exactly up-to-date on your own magical history and you had a lot to learn about your powers. As you learn, the audience learns.
Drake: That’s pretty darn smart.
Mason: (grumbling) That’s pretty damn mean.
Jacob: Aw. I wasn’t trying to be mean. You were actually a big help. I owe you a debt of gratitude.
Mason: (rubbing his hands together) And I intend to collect.
Jacob: (groaning) I should’ve seen that one coming.
Mason: I want you to make me the most powerful warlock ever. Even more powerful than the Conclave themselves. If you can do that for me, then we can be friends again.
Drake: You’re being unreasonable.
Mason: (shaking his head) Nope. I’m a genius.
Jacob: Well, Genius, don’t forget that I can also take away your powers too.
Mason: (gasping) I’m the glue that holds this story together. You wouldn’t dare!
Jacob: If you think the Conclave is powerful, then what does that make me? The man who created the Conclave?
Mason: (swallowing hard)
Drake: (glancing between Jacob and Mason) Uh, speaking of the Conclave, what’s up with them? Why are they so mysterious?
Mason: (whispering to Drake) Good idea. Let’s keep him occupied before he turns me into a cockroach again. (To me) Yeah, what’s the deal with the robes and the hoods?
Jacob: Well, the Conclave keeps their identities a secret to protect the Gate. They are the only ones who know where it is.
Mason: And since the Gate is the source of all magic, keeping it safe is their highest priority.
Jacob: (nodding) Exactly. The Conclave has a long history of protecting the Gate, and they’d do anything to keep it from harm. That’s the whole reason they formed the protector covens.
Mason: (grumbling) Now why did you have to go and create those lame ass losers? This world would have been fine without adding those dull wizards and annoying witches.
Jacob: It’s about balance. Warlocks are powerful and strong. They’re great for offense, but you can’t just protect the Gate with muscle. You need strategy and heart. That’s where the wizards and the witches come in.
Mason: Are you saying we’re dumb and we don’t give a shit?
Jacob: Not at all. But strategy and empathy aren’t a warlock’s strongest points, are they?
Drake: Nope. They charge through life like a bull in heat.
Mason: Hey!
Drake: (putting his arm around Mason) Like a sexy bull in heat.
Mason: That’s a little better. Not by much though.
Drake: So will the Conclave always be these mysterious figures in the background?
Jacob: No. As the series progresses, the Conclave’s role will increase and more about them will be revealed.
Mason: Any spoilers you’re willing to share about them?
Jacob: I’ll tell you this. You’ll learn the identity of one of the members of the Conclave in the next book.
Drake: And?
Jacob: And you’ll just have to wait and see what happens.
Mason: And what about this mysterious enemy we’ve been fighting? He’s been causing us a shit load of trouble. Will we learn who the fuck it is?
Jacob: (grinning) Eventually. Yes.
Drake: You’re even more mysterious than the Conclave.
Mason: (looking at his watch) Well, that’s all the questions I have. I think it’s time for us to get back and get to our homework.
Drake: (staring at Mason with an open mouth) Since when do you want to do your homework?
Mason: Since like always.
Drake: What’s gotten into you?
Mason: We have that test to study for, remember?
Drake: What test? I don’t remember any test.
Mason: The really hard test.
Drake: (grinning) Oh, that one. I’d almost forgotten. (to Jacob) We really have to go. This test is gonna be an all-nighter.
Jacob: (shaking his head) I’m not stupid you know? I understand euphemisms.
Mason: I have no idea what that means.
Drake: It means you need to pay more attention in English class.
Jacob: Never mind. Just go and study your brains out.
Mason: (tugging Drake from his seat) Oh we will!
Drake: Thanks again for letting us interview you, Jacob.
Jacob: My pleasure. We’ll see each other again in book two.
Mason: (stopping at the door) I’m the main character of that book too, right?
Jacob: Nope. It’s Thad’s turn.
Mason: (eyes wide) Thad? Who wants to read about him? He’s a boring stick-in-the-mud. I really think you should reconsider.
Jacob: Do you want to stay here and discuss that or go home and “study”?
Mason: See ya!
The Spell Bound Giveaway Contest
I’m hosting two different giveaways. At each stop of my tour, one lucky winner will receive a free e-copy of any book from my backlist.
At the end of my tour, I’ll be giving away a $25 gift certificate to Amazon.
Good luck to everyone and thanks for stopping and visiting with me today.
Jacob Z. Flores lives a double life. During the day, he is a respected college English professor and mid-level administrator. At night and during his summer vacation, he loosens the tie and tosses aside the trendy sports coat to write man on man fiction, where the hard ass assessor of freshmen level composition turns his attention to the firm posteriors and other rigid appendages of the characters in his fictional world.
Summers in Provincetown, Massachusetts, provide Jacob with inspiration for his fiction. The abundance of barely clothed man flesh and daily debauchery stimulates his personal muse.
When he isn’t stroking the keyboard, Jacob spends time with his daughter. They both represent a bright blue blip in an otherwise predominantly red swath in south Texas.
You can follow Jacob’s musings on his blog at http://jacobzflores.com or become a part of his social media network by visiting http://www.facebook.com/jacob.flores2 or http://twitter.com/#!/JacobZFlores.
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