Lady Amber’s Tours Hosts Konstanz Silverbow’s: Only Half Alive



Only Half Alive  by Konstanz Silverbow 

Genre: YA Paranormal Romance

Hosted by Lady Amber’s Tours



The world’s darkest creature will be their brightest hope! 

While darkness haunts her, she craves the light. Christina is a demon, but she doesn’t want to be. She is willing to sacrifice everything to change it. Only one person stands in her way, and he will stop at nothing to keep her the way she is.

The greatest battle of light vs dark threatens every living creature, a battle that could destroy all. And the demon in love will only have one chance to save everyone.

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Author Bio: 



Konstanz Silverbow has always been a dreamer . . . but not a writer. Being an author was something she was dragged into. But since that day, she hasn’t stopped. It has become more than a hobby, it is a passion. 

During the day Konstanz works, making jewelry, playing the violin, collecting dragons, and learning all she can about medieval weapons. But at night she creates made up worlds and places where those dragons come to life and the weapons are used in battle.”


Young adult fantasy, paranormal with a dash of romance author, Konstanz Silverbow; Proud Creator of magical worlds, fictional creatures, ideal super heroes and sarcasm since 2007!

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Blooper: I lifted my SHIT over my head. WTH?

So, I have a few things going on in this post. A chapter from Blain’s POV, but first, some bloopers…

I lifted my shit over my head to dry my face. Something hit me, a feeling. <<Um, I have an aversion with the letter R? I did the SAME thing in Hope’s Decree. ~smh~ 

and another….

She’d barley been able to hold steady her created weapon of choice. <<I think I wanted a beer? Isn’t beer made from barely or is it wheat or both? Either way it’s strange because I don’t drink beer…I prefer wine or Jack and coke, but mostly coffee. That’s it for me being goofy…for now because I’m sure it’ll happen again.  

On to my other news: I wrote a short chapter (from Hope’s Decree) from Blain’s perspective for my friend, Mia because she’s awesome and she LOVED the book. Her blog site is so much fun and she hosts tons of giveaways. Be sure to check her out (her sticker site thingy is on my page. All you have to do is click on it). 

Now, Krystal Clear Book Blog asked me to pick different actors for each character in Hope’s Decree…I chose Chace Crawford as Blain. What do y’all think? Yes…No?   

Blain’s POV (visual-aid to help)

End of Chapter 9 ~ Camp Hell 


Unlike mortals I couldn’t read Trinity’s mind, it was blocked from me. However, there were moments when her emotions came through so clearly, I knew precisely what she thought. 

Earlier when I’d cut her arm, she instantly became enraged and exactly why I’d done it. Trinity’s emotions were a direct link to her abilities and she needed to tap into her powers. Feeding off her heated emotions, she allowed herself to give in and our training session was underway.

By the end of the afternoon Trinity’s arms fell to her sides. She’d barely been able to hold steady her created weapon of choice. Her clothes and hair stuck to her skin from sweat, making her like a beautiful warrior princess. I shook my head, pushing all thoughts of how amazing she was out of my head.

She bent over. “Blain. I…need…to…rest.” Automatically I thought to charge her, but she’d probably welcome being knocked out. She’d done well today and deserved a break. I gave in.

“I think you’re right.”

Her stunned expression when she peaked up made me smile. Her cheeks flushed. I’d spend everyday making her blush if…if I could admit how I felt about her. No, I needed to be her protector and nothing more. Being involved would only create problems. 

“Thanks,” she said, relaxing her shoulders. I gave a curt nod and made myself busy by putting away the weapons in my bag. 

The sun seemed to beat down hotter and beads of moisture slid into my eyes. I lifted my shirt over my head to dry my face. Something hit me, a feeling. The magic of this place heightened our senses and there was no mistaking what I felt or the person those feelings came from. Yeah, she wanted me, badly. 

I turned and looked in her direction, but she was too busy checking me out to notice at first. She Snapped out of her lingering gaze, her eyes wide and her entire face covered in crimson. So beautiful. 

“I think we should go back to the truck. I need to get home,” she said, quick and breathless. I did my best not to laugh. When she wasn’t being stubborn, she was absolutely adorable. 

“Sure,” I agreed.  Trinity walked over and helped finish piling the weapons into the bag, though she made sure to keep her distance. After dropping the set of numb chucks into the pile, I noticed the dried blood on her arm. I clenched my jaw. The cut looked deeper than I’d thought.  

“Let me see your arm.” Trinity looked at me with confusion and I pointed to the ripped sleeve.

“Um, I think it’ll be okay. I’ll just clean it when I get home.” She was nervous. God help me because I liked making her feel that way. Before I let her talk me out of it, I held my ground and stepped closer. 

“I’m not asking.” Carefully, I pushed the fabric up, not wanting to hurt her any more than necessary. 

Anytime we touched a connection pulsed between us, but here in the clearing, the connection turned into a carnivorous need. As if she were my first and last breath of fresh air and without her, I’d suffocate.

“I can heal this,” I said, my voice thick and low. “This place enhances my abilities.” My heart raced like jackhammer inside my chest as I slowly covered her cut with my hand. Immediate heat and fire seeped from me to her and Trinity’s skin began to glow under my hand. 

I heard her quick gasp and then her legs weakened.Without thinking I wrapped my arm around her waist, holding her tight against my chest. To be honest, I didn’t want her any other place. Her heart beat as quick as mine.

Trinity lifted her gaze and I stared into her soft golden-brown eyes. I wanted to lean forward and feel the pressure of her full lips against mine. Then, like a volcano, her emotions exploded and our powers merged.

  Even stranger as our hearts began to beat in time with the other. I wanted her like nothing I’d ever wanted before. Time slowed. Her desire mixed with mine pressured us closer. I should’ve stopped. I should’ve pushed her away, but she held me captive with her eyes. 

I felt my oath—to only be her protector—slip, but then she moved and the spell broke. 

I forced myself away, containing the ache of immediately wanting her back. I took slow, deliberate breaths to recover the cold feelings she ejected at me. Trinity glanced at the healed cut on her arm, shocked. Her body began to shake and her eyes misted. I didn’t dare touch her or move closer, even though every piece of me begged to comfort her. 

She continued trembling. I clenched my hands into fists. “Trinity,” I said, my voice strained.

“I’m fine.” With furious speed she turned her back and headed for the path of trees in front of us. “I want to go home.” Shame, embarrassment and hurt shot out from her, and a shiver of ice pierced my heart. I should’ve tried to explain why I denied her, but at that moment I wasn’t sure who I’d be convincing. Me or Trinity? 

I needed a minute to regroup and watched her from afar, taking in the sway of way her hips, and the sun glinting through her sandy-blonde hair. When I felt certain I could contain my feelings, I caught up with her and walked back to my truck.

During the hour or so ride back into town neither of us spoke. The silence gave me time to think of what to say, only when I attempted to open my mouth, I drew up a blank. The only thing on my mind were her lips, or the way her body felt pressed against mine. I thought when we’d driven away from the magical infused clearing I’d be able to block out how much I wanted her. Only it didn’t work that way. 

The next thing I knew we were parked in her driveway. I gulped, ready to say something, but she beat me to it. Kind of.

“Uh…” She didn’t finish and I stepped in. 

“What are you doing later?” What the hell? I hadn’t meant to ask her that.

Trinity turned to face me. “I’m going bowling with everyone.” Everyone included Trevor, her mortal boyfriend. I gnashed my teeth together to keep from shouting. Right then I couldn’t look at her and turned my attention to the houses across the street. 

“Oh, okay.” She’d made the right choice…even though it sucked ass. 

“Yeah,” she opened the cab door, “whatever.” I glanced at her, then wished I hadn’t. Pain and hurt lined her face, splintering my soul. Her expressive eyes haunted me and I looked away, refusing to stop her.

She needed to leave, and soon before I ended up taking her in my arms and making her forget his name. I counted slowly in my head to keep from looking at her, again. 

I could feel her frustration. Giving up, she jumped out and slammed my door shut. Good thing car manufacturers knew how to make sturdy vehicles back in the day. I allowed myself one quick glance, and found her slamming the front door shut. 

I drove back to my house. The floral shampoo she used and the hint of strawberry scented lipgloss she always wore lingered in the tiny space, torturing me. Quick as lightening, I opened the door and headed inside my house.  


Chapter 10 ~ Crossroads


I should have known she’d be a pain in my ass. I’d never been around anyone more stubborn or frustrating to deal with. I could see the Gods laughing at me from above. Blonde hair, full, moist lips, emotionally charged eyes, and soft skin haunted me for hours. 

I worked up a sweat practicing combat moves on dummies in my backyard. When that didn’t help make me forget her, I mowed the lawn. I never mowed the lawn. Nothing seemed to help wash the memory of her away. Parched and covered in dirt and grass, I headed inside to wash up. 

I welcomed the hot rushing water and rested my head against the shower wall. For the first time since I’d dropped Trinity off I felt relaxed. 

The front door opened and closed and I finished up my somewhat relaxing shower. After dressing in my room, I walked out to the living room. 

“Hey. I thought I’d go into the city tonight,” Melia said when I walked in.

“Yeah, okay. Any new leads?” A new lead was the perfect distraction. Melia turned around and smiled.

“Eager to destroy tonight?” 

“Something like that.” 

“Hmm, why don’t you go instead?” Melia cocked her brow, waiting for my reply. 

“Yeah, sure. Why not.” 

“Perfect. Keep me posted on your progress.” I nodded and turned to leave the living room when she stopped me.

“Have you made progress with the girl?” My shoulders tensed. 

“She has a name.” I worked my shoulders and shook my hands to keep from reacting. 

“What does it matter as long as she figures out how to wield her powers?” Whipping around, I moved in front of her. Inches from Melia’s face, so she could see my expression clearly, leaving her no room to doubt how close I was to kicking her ass.

“We’ve been over this before. Trinity is important to the lives of every mortal on earth.” And mine, though I kept that fact silent. “Her gift is growing, but she isn’t strong enough yet and I will not throw her into battle until I know she’s ready.” I could feel the energy coursing inside of me, ready to strike at any second. Why couldn’t Melia get it through her thick head that I would not risk Trinity’s life? “This discussion is over…understood?” Melia cocked her head to the side, contemplating what to say. If she was smart, she’d think carefully before answering. 

“Of course.” She smiled. “I’d never risk her life.” We stared at the other for a long minute and then Melia turned and hurried away. 

Glancing at the clock hanging on the wall, I knew Trinity would be meeting everyone any minute now. I made a quick decision to check on her before hunting. Grabbing my keys on the coffee-table, I headed out. 

The traffic was slow and I made it to the bowling alley in no time. I parked next to Trinity’s bug, but didn’t get out. 

“Dammit!” I hit the steering-wheel. I needed to check on her, but I didn’t have to let her see me. After I made sure she was okay, I’d leave. With my plan set, I stepped out into the night air, thinking back on the day.

Being near Trinity today, touching her, every second with her drove me crazy. Something happened when I healed her wound today. I’d lived longer than one person should, but I’d never had such strong feelings before. To say she affected me was an understatement, and knowing she was on a date with Trevor made me….well, I wanted to hurt him. She deserved more than he could give her. No, I couldn’t allow myself to think that way. 

Reaching the front doors, I paused before walking in. Even from this distance I could feel her….she was happy. Anger rose and I pushed the doors open, following the connection between us. 

Once inside, it didn’t take long to find her. With my enhanced vision I could see her from across the room. Trevor leaned in and kissed her. As if seeing him with his tongue down her throat wasn’t bad enough, I watched her grip the front of his shirt and pull him closer. 

Something in me snapped. I had one goal in mind: kill the mortal. I stepped forward and then noticed them pull apart. I froze, wondering what she was doing and then it hit. She could feel me in the room. She turned and resignation lit her face. 


I heard her tell Trevor she’d be back. What did she regret? Did it really matter? My goal was to make sure she was okay. I guess I’d gotten my answer. 

Before she could catch up to me, I hurried away from the what I wanted most….her. 



Character Interviews from Hope’s Decree

Hello everyone 🙂 I wanted to thank each and every person who has bought, borrowed HD. This morning Hope’s Decree ranked #14 on Kindle’s Best Seller list. Amazing! I’m beyond words…may be because I’m so tired I can’t think, but really, I’m speechless. For those who know me, me speechless is a miracle. Seriously. So, later when I’ve slept I’ll be giving signed copies of Hope’s Decree away. You guys and gals are the most amazing book loving people EVER…now finish reading below:D Today marks the end of our fun character interviews. I had a blast! I want to thank each author for agreeing to join me and for giving us a little more insight from some of our favorite characters. If you missed who came over, here’s a list: J.A. Campbell (Sabaska’s Tale), Laura Thalassa (The Unearthly), Katy O’Dowd (The Lady Astronomer), Joanne Wadsworth (Warrior), Sean Hayden (My Soul to Keep) and Jen Wylie (Broken Prince). You ladies and gentleman, rock! Now, on to Morpheus, Blain and Trinity from my book, Hope’s Decree….


“Morpheus, Trinity and Blain, thanks for answering a few questions. *Everyone nods and smiles back* My first question goes to Morpheus. Morpheus, I’ve had ladies who want to know what song you were singing in the car with Trinity?” *Blain laughs and Morpheus lean forward and glares back at him.*

What’s so funny?” Morpheus crosses his arms over chest.

“Dude, you’ve been going on and on about all the questions you’d be asked.” Blain pauses, attempting to control his fits of laughter. “And the top question is what song you were singing?”

Morpheus directs his attention back to me. “Sorry. Snookums is jealous of all the action I get.” *Morpheus clears his throat* “I believe the song was Blake Shelton’s, Honey Bee. *Morpheus turns to look at Trinity.*

“Um, don’t look at me. I told you I don’t like sappy country music crap.”

“Okay, let’s move on. Morpheus, what was is like when you were evil and do you miss it?”

“Great question, Angela.” Morpheus winks. “When Psycho drove the orb into my chest, I didn’t feel anything. It felt like a weight had lifted and all the things I’d thought were wrong, weren’t. To say I don’t miss it would be a lie.” Morpheus grins wickedly. “Cause ya know, sometimes being a little bad is oh so good.”

“Doesn’t surprise me,” Blain spit out in a rush. Trinity reaches over and laces her fingers through his.

“Be nice,” she whispered in his ear. “Aww, is sweet-cheeks in a bad mood?” Suddenly a flash of white light zaps Morpheus in the chest and knocks him out of his chair and onto the hard ground.

“Hey, what’s with you?” Morpheus stands while dusting off his shirt and then moves back into his seat. “Maybe that’ll teach you to be nice. This,” Trinity waves her hand toward me, “is a professional interview. People aren’t going to want to read about us if you continue being an ass.” Trinity glares while Morpheus rolls his eyes.

“I’m trying to keep the interview fun and interesting, but I can only do so much. You two could help me out.” Morpheus laughs and both Blain and Trinity sends a small current of energy into his chest, again. “When this is over…it’s on.” Morpheus sulks in his chair.

“Let’s move to you, Blain. When you first met Trinity, what did you think of her?”

“Oh, this should be good,” Trinity says, and turns to look at Blain. “Well,” Blain starts and looks at Trinity. “I thought she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid my eyes on….even with popcorn falling from her hair and soda soaked through her shirt.” He winks, and Trinity’s cheeks blush.

“Gag. You two need a break from each other,” Morpheus grumbles.

“You’re just jealous because Crystal hasn’t returned any of your phone calls.” Trinity turns and sticks her tongue out at Morpheus.

“Next question’s for Blain,” I say, interrupting their banter. “The fight between you and Melia was pretty intense. I didn’t think you were going to make it out alive, but you did. Can you talk about what happened? What thoughts ran through your mind, that sort of thing?” Blain slides his hand out from Trinity’s, but only to turn and gaze adoringly back at her. Lifting his hand, he brushes away a few fallen tears down her reddened cheek. Clearing his throat, Blain turns back toward me, his expression grim.

“It was the worst day of my entire existence. When I fought Melia, my only goal was to destroy her for what she’d done to Trinity. I didn’t feel anything but hate and vengeance. I wanted to end her.” Golden light begins to outline his frame, and his eyes close. Breathing in deeply, he continues. “All that registered was Trinity’s fallen figure, lifelessly resting on the snow covered ground. I thought—” *Silence*

“It’s okay, we can stop there,” I allowed after a minute.

“Dude, you are such a wuss,” Morpheus says, breaking the uncomfortable silence. “If Trinity dies, the story is over. No more me, the most wanted bachelor on earth, and yeah, no more you either. Get over yourself.”

Trinity grabs Blain’s hand before he can reach across for Morpheus. “Come on, try it. Looks like you’re still a little slow, brother.” Trinity turns toward Morpheus and frowns.

“Continue egging him on, and next time I won’t stop him from kicking your arrogant ass.”

“Next time I’ll be sure to interview you all separately.” Turning toward Trinity I ask, “Trinity, you’ve embraced your gifts. Accepted your destiny and gotten Blain to admit that he’s crazy about you.” Trinity’s face turns red. “How are you keeping it together?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say I’m keeping it together. More like I just keep moving on. If I allow myself to think about everything for too long I start to freak out. As far as getting this guy,” Trinity gestures to Blain, “I had to drink some nasty stuff which made me forget who he was, and then almost die before he admitted his feelings. I wouldn’t recommend going to such extremes for another guy ever again.”

“Hey, what do you mean another guy?” Blain’s anger is clear to read and his deep blue eyes turns cold. Morpheus laughs.

“Well,” Trinity glares back at him, “it took you way too long to admit you couldn’t live without me.” Blain’s face smooths.

“Fair point,” Blain concedes.

“Fantastic! Thanks for sharing. I just have one more question for Trinity. After your near death experience, you went back to Blain’s house for the night.”

“Oh, Gods. I’m going to vomit,” Morpheus says, covering his ears.

“Anyway, you had a horrific dream. Do you think it means anything?”  Trinity’s eyes darts to her trembling hands.

“Hey,” Blain says sweetly, lifting her chin and looks into her eyes. “What dream is she talking about?” Within seconds, fury highlights his face. Blain rushes around Trinity, jerks Morpheus out of his seat, and throws him across the room.

“Blain, no!” Trinity’s voice echoes in the small room.

“What the hell?” Morpheus looks around the room, pissed. Then being his true self, winks and says, “Did she dream about me?” Blain’s face darkeners more and a blaze of golden sparks fly toward him. Moving with the speed of light, Morpheus dodges the attack, all the while laughing. Running to Blain, Trinity grabs the front of his shirt and shakes him, hard.

“Hey, I’m right here. Stop it.” It takes Blain a few seconds to calm down. The air in the room turns chilly. Blain looks at Trinity and then glares at Morpheus. Finally with a curt nod from Blain, all three take their seats again.

“Before one of you injures the other or blows up this room, we’ll finish…. as soon as Trinity answers my last question.” Trinity holds Blain’s hand, a pained look crosses her face. With a sigh she starts.

“I dreamt that Blain was being attacked and I couldn’t reach him.” Trinity closes her eyes and bows her head, taking a few seconds to compose herself. “I had a terrible feeling, like something was wrong and then I found Blain wrapped in darkness.” Opening her eyes, Trinity turns toward Blain. “I’m not sure if I dreamt that because I saw Melia throw that huge black ball of energy at you or what, but it felt so real.”

Tears trickle down her cheeks. Blain’s expression remains blank, too hard to interpret. “At the end, your body was covered in black and then you disappeared all together.”

I turn my attention to Blain and asked, “Blain, would you like to tell us how you feel or what you think of Trinity’s dream?” Blain looks away from Trinity and with coldness in his voice says, “This interview is over.”

Hope you enjoyed the interview…. also, a short chapter will be going up in a day or two…It’s a chapter in Hope’s Decree and is from… Blain’s POV! Be sure to check back for more details.

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Jen Wylie’s Character Interviews for: Broken Prince

Jen Wylie’s interview doesn’t need an opening. Yes, it’s that good. Enjoy! Image


Aro opened her eyes wide. “What’s going on?”

“We’re being interviewed.”

She blinked at Kei and then turned to the strange woman ushering them into an un-used cabin.

“Sit down, y’all. We’ll be ready in just a minute.” The woman gestured to chairs set before a table with a strange thin box on it. “My name is Angela,” she said as they sat. “Hold still while I clip these on.”

“Wait, what are these? What is that?” Aro gestured to the strange box. “What is going on?”

Kei grinned and elbowed her. “Do you want to see Prince?”

She stared and then abruptly closed her open mouth.

“Okay then! Let’s get this fired up, hopefully Prince is ready.”

“What does that even mean,” Aro whispered to Kei. He just shook his head and they watched as the woman did something near the base of the box, it suddenly lit up, and clicking sounds ensued.

A moment later Prince appeared and Aro gasped and then leaned forward eagerly. “What sort of magic is this?”

Angela slapped her reaching hand away. “Don’t touch. Can you hear us, Prince?”

“But he’s not here,” Aro grumbled. “Is he?”

“Yes, I can,” Prince answered.

“Prince!” Aro flung herself forward again, but this time Kei caught her arms and held her back in the chair.

“Alrighty, we don’t have a lot of time, and we’ve a number of questions to get through. So let’s get started, shall we?” Angela beamed at them all. “This is so exciting!”

Aro tapped her temple. “Can he hear me?”

“No, dear. Let’s start with you, Prince Shael, in case you’re called away. First question. What was it like when you finally made it home? Was there a special someone waiting for you?  Was a party thrown in your honor?”

He frowned. “That is three questions.”

“Oh yes, so it is.” Angela smiled at him brightly. “Can you see us all?”

“Yes.” He let out a deep, weary sigh. “Everything has been rather busy. Much has changed, more so than I thought. I have been regaining my strength. Yes, I was specially welcomed back to court.” He paused a moment. “My family was waiting.”

“Do you miss the death-thrilling adventure of being out with Aro and the gang?”

“I did not find our travels overly thrilling. I miss…” he trailed off, turning his gaze to Aro.

“I miss you, too,” she said quietly.

“Aww that’s so sweet! Next question! How did you feel when Kei was able to save Aro? Does their ‘bond’ affect you?”

Prince closed his eyes for a moment, clearly irritated. “That is two questions.” His gaze returned to Aro and noticeably softened. “He did not save her. She saved herself. Aro is a very strong…young woman.” He looked to Kei. “As for their bond. I do not care for it, or how they hid they had two–”

Aro straightened angrily. “We didn’t hide–”

“However,” Prince continued, frowning slightly at her interruption. “It has saved her life and he uses it to protect her. I cannot fault that.”

“I don’t need protecting,” Aro muttered, falling back in her chair and crossing her arms.

“Yes you do,” both Prince and Kei said at once. Kei snorted. Prince scowled.

Angela grinned and raised a finger. “Next! Since you are back home, is your magic back and recharged, so to speak? Will you be able to have another charm created in order to leave your land? If so, would this be something you’d be willing to do? If yes, why would you consider leaving the safety of your homeland?”

Prince stared at her and then shook his head slightly. “It will take some time for me to recover fully. As for the rest…I do not know at this time.”

Aro’s quiet gasp drew all of their attention. Turning her head, she avoided everyone’s gaze.

“Let’s move on to Kei then.” Angela shifted in her chair to face the Fey. “The Prophecies center around you and Aro directly. How do you feel knowing you two will be in this together?”

 He reached over and took Aro’s hand. “I will always be by her side.”

Angela looked at him expectantly. “And… how do you feel about that?”

His brows drew down in confusion. “It is the choice I made.”

“We’re best friends, more than that,” Aro added.

“But are you happy?”

Kei tilted his head to the side. “Of course.”

The woman rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. “Okay, you’ve met a few other Fey during your adventure, and have seen them change from their crazed state to being sane again. Were you like them?”

“Sometimes,” he said quietly.

“What is the fury like?”

He frowned. “It is…uncontrolled feelings. Anger. Fury. The need to fight. A desire to kill.”

“Aro, when you took the fury from the Fey, did you feel this as well?”

She nodded hesitantly. “It is hard to describe. It’s frightening, and wild. But you also have a feeling of such power, like nothing can hurt you. Nothing can stop you.”

“You’ve been through so much, and at such a young age. Where do you find the strength to keep moving forward?”

Aro looked over at Prince and smiled and then looked to Kei. “From my friends. They need me, and I need them. They have taught me so much. I go on because I’m still needed, there is still so much more in life I want to do. As long as I have them, everything will be fine.”

“You’ve seemed to have tapped into a power source since you and Kei have bonded. We’ve seen this after you’ve healed Kei and the other lost fey. Do you feel different? If so, can you describe it?”

Aro bit her lip. “They give me power and I let it go. I don’t feel different most of the time, other than my eyes changed, after they gave me so much when I healed. I can see better now, and further away.”

“You’re faster,” Kei added quietly.

She shrugged. “Maybe.” 

“Last question, since it looks like Prince has to go shortly. The prophecies talk about you being a queen? How does that fit with the feelings you have for Prince, considering he is an elf?”

Aro stared at her, a flush of pink rushing across her cheeks. “I…I…” She cleared her throat. “The thought of being a queen rather frightens me. I don’t know how to be a queen.”

“I am here for you,” Kei whispered. “You know that.”

“I know…and I’ll do what I need to, to help the Fey. But that doesn’t mean the idea doesn’t scare me.”

“Should that time come, she will be older. I am certain she will have no difficulty with it,” Prince added.

Aro looked over at him in surprise. “Will it matter?”

A pained look crossed his face and he looked away. “I must go now.”

She stood abruptly. “Wait! I still have so much to ask you.”

“Be safe, my Arowyn.”

Prince disappeared.

Aro whirled around. “Bring him back!”

Angela stood and shook her head. “I can’t do that.” She grinned. “Thank you for the interview though! I’m sure the fans will love it!”

Kei stood, looking at her in confusion. “What?”

The woman pulled whatever she’d clipped on their shirts off and stuck the pieces in her pocket and then turned and folded down the box.

“Wait! I want to talk to Prince again!”

“Sorry, I have to get going too. More interviews to do! You two go and have an adventure! Don’t die, and,” she picked everything up and turned to Aro, “you just have to have a happily ever after!”

“I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about,” Aro yelled in frustration.

The woman was gone.

“What just happened?”

Kei shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know. Maybe the wine at dinner was bad?”


Ha! Jen Wylie is absolutely amazing. I hope y’all enjoyed her interview….she even added ‘y’all’ to my part when writing this. LOL Also….Don’t forget to come back tomorrow for the final set of character interview from Hope’s Decree. Below are Jen’s links and a blurb from Broken Prince! 







Sometimes, when you’re broken, you can heal on your own. Sometimes, you need the help of your friends, your family, and the people you love. Keeping those pieces together when the world seems intent on ripping you apart is the greatest challenge of all. Especially when the ones you love, the ones who hold you together, start falling apart themselves. Arowyn and her family continue on their journey to return the Elven Prince, Shael, to his homeland before he fades and dies. A journey full of triumph and horror, love and sorrow, rips them apart with every fighting moment, and yet brings them together as a family. They don’t allow the prophecy to rule their lives. Some don’t believe, some don’t care. Prophecies aren’t written in stone. Events can change. People can change. They are only words. From besieged cites, to the elusive Were and wild Fey, nothing quite prepares them to face their deadliest of enemies, one they didn’t know existed.



“Broken Prince is a story about love and hope, loss and pain, facing the odds and not giving up. I couldn’t put it down!” Wendy Knight, Feudlings

“Filled with fantasy, non-stop action and suspense, Broken Prince is a heart-achingly romantic read that had me flipping the pages, needing to know what would happen next to Aro and her boys. The end is bittersweet and perfect, and I need the next installment now!” Trisha Wolfe, Of Silver and Beasts