Character Interview with the Hero and Heroine from A Hunter’s Blade

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Thank you, Cynthia, for allowing me to take over your blog today. I hope you don’t mind I brought along two special friends of mine—Austin Calhoun and Brigit Wolfe from my recent release A Hunter’s Blade—and they agreed to let me interview them for your readers.

Cera: So, let’s begin with you each telling me about yourselves. Brigit, would you please go first?

Brigit: Oh my, where do I start? I’m a Lykan werewolf, which means I’m a direct descended from the demon hellhound Lykos and his human lover Meci. I was born in the Carpathian Mountains of Transylvania in 1635. Due to our darker complexions and tight family bonds, my pack pretended to be Gypsies. After my pack was killed, I roamed most of Romania and Eastern Europe as a fortuneteller until hundred years ago, when I moved to the US and settled in Silver Creek, Colorado. *smiles at Austin* Your turn.

Austin: *rubs the back of his neck* Man, I hate talking about myself.

Cera: You were in A Hunter’s Angel as Ian McHenry’s human FBI partner and best friend, Brad Morris. Why did you change your name?

Austin: *shrugs* I had to get out of the country right after Ian’s and Grace’s story ended. The authorities believed I died in the fire that destroyed the slaughterhouse. Besides, the FBI had a warrant out for my arrest. It seemed a no-brainer. Take an alias and get out. But once I made it to Ireland, I liked the alias and it seemed to fit me more than my human name, so I kept it. When I became a vampire, Brad Morris died. I didn’t feel like that man anymore. *Brigit leans in and kisses his cheek. He wraps his arm around her shoulders*

Cera: You were an FBI agent. Can you share why they’d have a warrant for your arrest?

Austin: Sure. My sire made me a monster. I killed my former lover, and my sire made sure there was no question that I’d been the one who did the deed. After the fire, I joined Master Pomeroy and now live by his code.

Cera: How did you meet your mate?

Brigit: *she smirks at Austin* He ambled into my bar like some bad-ass cowboy. I knew instantly he was a bloodsucker, but my instincts to rip him to shreds didn’t overpower my desire to get him naked and have him every way possible. Which totally disgusted me…at first.

Austin: *snickers* I was meeting a fellow vampire at the Silver Nugget to get intel on the werewolf killing humans in the area. Master Pomeroy sent me here as a hunter to destroy the killer. I about choked on my wine when I saw her. She was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in high heels.

Cera: Okay, all this talk of sex makes me wonder what is the sexiest thing has your mate done?

Austin: I’m not answering that.

Brigit: Oh, that’s an easy one. He cooks for me. He’s actually a good cook.

Cera: I think this needs explained. *Looks at Austin* A vampire cook?

Austin: I might not need to eat, but she does. Simple as that.

Cera: What is the most embarrassing thing I’ve done to you in your story?

Austin: I still don’t know what you were thinking when you wrote me taking Brigit with me when I went hunting. I can only imagine how repulsive it was for her to watch me feed.

Brigit: *squeezes his hand* Actually, that’s one of my favorite scenes. *he narrows his eyes at her* Don’t you glare at me. I mean it. By watching your struggle, it showed me the real you.

Cera: If you were stranded on an island with me, what would we talk about?

*they both raise their eyebrows at me*

Austin: Would you really want to be stranded on an island with a werewolf and a vampire?

Cera: Okay, maybe not. Last question: What advice would you give to the people reading your story?

Brigit: *laughs* Enjoy it. I hope you laugh and you cry and you fall in love with Austin as deeply as I did.

A Hunter’s Blade, Book 2 of The Hunter’s Dagger Series


Brigit Wolfe, a born werewolf, hasn’t killed a human in over a hundred years, although now, she wonders if the animal attacking people in Silver Creek, Colorado, isn’t her. But she might have bigger problems when her cowboy neighbor, Austin Calhoun, ambles into her bar. Austin hasn’t been a vampire for long, but he is determined to prove to himself that he’s worthy of his hunter’s dagger. Brigit’s rare beauty and blade-sharp tongue enchants him. She ignites a passion he thought was dead, but is she the killer his master sent him to destroy? During Austin’s investigation regarding Brigit’s involvement in the deaths, an old crime surfaces connected to her human best friend. These two immortal enemies have to join forces to solve the mystery before someone else dies. But can they survive the heat of their own desire?


When preternatural power touched her nape, Brigit assumed Bo Reynard was back, which was unusual. He never came in on Wednesdays, the slowest night of the week. Brigit set a margarita before a woman flirting with one of the other regulars at the end of the bar and took the man’s money for the woman’s drink.

After closing the cash drawer, she turned and sucked in a breath. The most beautiful pair of hazel eyes she had ever seen stared back at her from the other end of the bar.

The cowboy vamp removed his hat and set it on the empty stool beside him. Grinning at her, he ran his fingers through his disheveled hair. “Hello, there. I’ll have a glass of red wine,” he said in a voice as smooth as Kentucky bourbon.

She swallowed hard, took a deep breath and earthy spiciness tickled her senses. How did he smell that damned good? He’s supposed to smell like a rotting corpse. “Uh…which one?”

He shrugged with wry amusement playing on his lips. “What was my friend drinking the other night?”

“Syrah…the most expensive red wine I have.”

He pulled his wallet from his back pocket and flipped it open to take out a bill. “I’ll have a glass of that.”

A moment later, she set the glass before him and told him the price.

He handed her a bill and smiled. “Keep the change.” Before she could turn away, he said, “So, how long have you lived here? I’m new in town.”

She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms. “Yes, I know. You bought the Wagner ranch. Just moved in. Your name is Austin Calhoun.”

He raised an eyebrow and picked up the glass. “Checking up on me?”

“I like to know who all my neighbors are.” She bent closer and hissed, “So when they start dropping dead I know who the prime suspects are.”

He leaned over the edge of the bar, peered deeply into her eyes. The image of him closing the distance and covering her mouth in a kiss zapped through her. His low-pitched voice did nothing to ease the erotic vision.

“Interestingly, I like to know my neighbors for the same reason, Brigit Wolfe, werewolf.” She narrowed her eyes and fisted her hands. His voice dropped even lower as he said, “You didn’t answer my question. How long have you lived in Silver Creek?”

She wanted to turn away, but something in those amazing eyes made her stay, and even more alarming, answer his nosy question. “Almost a year—this time. Why are you here? I know it wasn’t for the wine.”

Straightening his spine, he sipped from the glass and shrugged. “I thought I’d drop in to see you.”

“You’ve seen me, now leave.” She turned away.

Austin snorted. “Not so fast, puppy.”

She faced him with her hands fisted at her sides. “Oh, that’s mature. You think because you’re one of Lucas Pomeroy’s pet bats you’re so much better than the rest of us.”

He smirked and set his glass on the bar. “You do know I can’t turn into a bat, don’t you?”

She rolled her eyes, and he chuckled, infuriating her further.

“I follow a different code of ethics, you could say, than most of the damned and undead.” He looked around.

With only an hour before closing, there were only a handful of people in the place. When he locked those shifting golden-gray-green eyes on hers, she shivered.

“I think we should have a private chat after you close.” The serrated edge of his voice sawed through her. “I have some questions and want to get all the facts straight before I become judge, jury, and executioner.”

A cold lump fell into her stomach, but she fought the urge to run and leaned closer. Her mouth so dry she had to lick her lips to speak. “I’m not the one doing the killing, bloodsucker.”

“Then you shouldn’t mind helping me find out who is.”

Brigit spun away to take an order for a drink. How could she help him find the killer when she wasn’t a hundred percent sure she hadn’t attacked those humans?

Available now at Amazon and everywhere January 2, 2013.


A Hunter’s Angel, Book 1 of The Hunter’s Dagger Series


The serial killer stalking Clayton, Pennsylvania, isn’t all that has Chief of Police Grace Wallace worried. For a year, she’s tried to forget Special Agent Ian McHenry and now he’s the expert the FBI sent to catch the killer. She can’t stay away from him, but something primal is telling her to run to save much more than just her heart. Despite the strict code of ethics Ian vowed to follow as a vampire hunter, he craves Grace’s blood above all others. If he chooses to stay, Ian risks losing his chance at divine forgiveness. But if he leaves Grace unprotected from the evil he’s hunted for over a century, he loses more than just his soul…


Part of Grace desperately wanted to look up, and a bigger part of her dreaded this moment. She couldn’t hide for long. After all, she was in charge of this shindig.

Standing, Grace sucked in a fortifying breath and rubbed her sweaty palms together. Everyone stood respectfully when she moved from around the table to the front of the room. “Please. Be seated.”

Determined not to look at the woman and three men standing off to the left, she stared straight ahead. Her heart raced, and her scalp itched where perspiration gathered. “In order to better protect the citizens of our communities, I called this meeting to ensure we’re all on the same page regarding the investigation of the murders. Although I’ve been in contact with all of you since the first murder, four weeks ago, and have led the investigation, the FBI has sent a crack team of experts to assist us in hunting down the murderer.” Her voice betrayed nothing, but her mouth was dryer than the dog days of a Pennsylvania August. “Special Agent in Charge Ian McHenry?”

She looked at Ian and her heart stuttered over a beat. How could he be so calm and act as if nothing had happened between them?

How could he lead her on? Hadn’t the chemistry between them been instant and intense enough for them to throw caution and office taboos out the proverbial window?

Did he forget all those times they’d gone out for drinks and dancing? They’d spent weekends antiquing the countryside of Chester County. He’d taken her horseback riding at his magnificent country estate he’d inherited from his uncle. What about the beautiful necklace he’d given to her for Christmas, had it meant nothing?

He’d always been such an old-fashioned gentleman and seemed interested in her as a person and not just for sex. She fell so deeply in love with him it hurt. Had it all been a ploy to get her into bed for a one-night stand?

Why did you leave me?


The muscles in Ian’s back tensed as Grace’s silent question ricocheted around his head as if she’d screamed it at him. He forced a smile and looked around the room. “Thank you, Chief Wallace. I’d like to thank all of you for coming today to meet with us. Now to introduce my colleagues.”

With a gesture of his hand, Ian indicated an attractive, thirty-something, dark-haired woman and the dark-skinned, younger man. “This is Dr. Beth Otto and her assistant, Mark Hazelton. They will be working closely with Coroner Swartz. They both specialize in forensic pathology.” He then pointed toward a tall man dressed as Ian in dark pants, shirt and blazer. “And this is Special Agent Brad Morris. He and I will be working closely with the rest of you.”

Ian let Beth take the first round of discussion. An excellent medical examiner, she had worked with him and Brad for the past four years. Now was one of those times, he wished she wasn’t part of his team. She was extremely hard to fool. She’d never discovered anything that pointed to a vampire, and even if she had, her scientific mind would discredit it. But Ian always had a harder time coming up with reasons for the inconsistencies when things didn’t add up.

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Cera duBois has a strong belief in never giving up on your dreams…

Although Cera was unable to read due to dyslexia and a learning disability until she was in the fourth grade, she always had a story to tell. She wrote her first novel in eleventh grade when she had to keep a journal for her academic English class. Since her life was far from exciting growing up as a farm girl in West Central Pennsylvania, she decided to rely on her imagination to give her something to write about. Over the course of the school year, she wrote a tangled romance set in the Deep South during the Civil War. Becoming an author was her ultimate dream. Despite holding a BS in secondary social studies education from Penn State University, she currently works full-time as a medical secretary. A mother of a teenage son and pre-teen daughter, she lives near Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, with her husband of nearly 20 years. If she isn’t sitting in a quiet corner with her laptop, warm days will find her in the English garden surrounding her house. Cera loves to read and is interested in history, romance, science fiction and the paranormal. She also writes contemporary Westerns under her real name of Sara Walter Ellwood.

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13 thoughts on “Character Interview with the Hero and Heroine from A Hunter’s Blade

  1. oooh sounds fabulous, Cera, great interview between you 3, seems very real! Wonderful excerpt too…good luck with it. oh caitosullivan(at)ymail(dot)com

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