Interview with Trevor Dare

Character Interview with Trevor Dare

By Lashell Collins

The outside of the place is nondescript. Like any ordinary local dive bar set somewhere in isolation. It doesn’t look menacing or threatening in any way. Of course, it also doesn’t appear particularly inviting either. Butterflies ramble around in my tummy, but I take a deep breath and push past it. Nothing bad is going to happen here today. I created this place and the werewolves who occupy it, after all.

Another deep breath and I open the door and step inside. 

I’m not sure what I expect to find, but it certainly isn’t the near opulence I walk into. The dark navy blue walls and black leather furniture are tempered by the mellow wood accents everywhere. The fireplace off to the right is lit and roaring, and it draws my attention. 

“Beautiful and punctual.”

The deep voice takes me by surprise, and my gaze is drawn from the fire to the striking man walking toward me. He is dressed in charcoal gray suit pants and vest with a crisp white dress shirt underneath, the sleeves of which are rolled up as though I’ve caught him in the middle of a busy work day. He loosens the muted red tie as he comes closer. Something about him easily commands attention, and it’s clear he’s in charge.

“Mr. Dare.”

He grins, and the jagged scar that runs down his left cheek almost meets his dimple. It is wickedly sexy.

“I thought we were on a first name basis by now, Lashell.”

I let out a nervous sigh. “Yes, Trevor.”

“It’s good to see you again.” He leans in and kisses my cheek. “I was surprised when you requested this little interview.”

“Really? Why?”

“I’d heard that you were interviewing all of your leading men, but I guess I just never expected you to get to me.”

“Hmm. Maybe that was just wishful thinking?”

He laughs at the prospect. “Okay, I admit, I wasn’t exactly looking forward to it.”

I laugh as he leads me over to one of the long leather couches and we sit. I look up at the blue neon sign above the bar across the room. 

Dare’s Lair.

“Where are my manners? Can I get you something from the bar?”

“No, nothing, thanks. I’d prefer to just jump right in, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. I like a woman who gets right to the point.”

His tone is jovial, but his eyes are hard as stone, and I know without a doubt that underneath the suave, polished billionaire CEO lies a dark and dangerous killer. A man who would have zero trouble snapping my neck or literally ripping my heart from my chest with his claws if he believed I deserved it.

I pause and lower my gaze as that thought settles around me. Then I clear my throat and try to relax.

“So, the point of these interviews is just to give our readers a closer look into your life. They want to know little things about you. Things they wonder about as they read your stories. For instance, in book two we learned of your fondness for 16th century poetry. Quite a surprising twist I thought.”

Trevor chuckles and looks down at the sofa for a second before meeting my gaze again.

 

“Yes, well what can I say? I’m something of an old soul, I guess. Not very cool or popular, I’m afraid.”

“Oh, on the contrary. I think some readers found it terribly romantic. And sexy. I mean you were quoting poetry to the woman you love. Shakespeare no less! Doesn’t get much more drool-worthy than that.”

“Well, I’m glad you think so.”

“Well, I think a lot of readers thought so, because one of the questions many wanted me to ask is, do you ever write your own poetry?”

He grins and looks away, almost bashful. God, he’s handsome!

“In all honesty … yes, I may have jotted down a refrain or two in my time.”

“Really? Any chance you’ll recite some of your own poetry in future books?”

A rich hearty laugh fills the room, and I feel a warmth that I know is not coming from the fire. Trevor Dare may be a lethal vigilante werewolf, but he’s also a big-hearted, caring man. The contrast within him is fascinating to see up close.

“I don’t know about that. I'm very self-conscious about it. We’ll see.”

He leans back and says nothing more, and I get the sense he wants to move on, so I take the hint.

“So, let’s talk about Rain City pack. How are they adjusting to their new Alpha?”

Trevor looks toward the ceiling for a brief second and then lets out a sigh. “I think the better question might be how am I adjusting to my new pack?”

“All right, I’ll rephrase. How are you adjusting to being the new Alpha of the Rain City pack?”

“It’s been interesting, that’s for sure. I mean even forgetting about the Syndicate and all the nefarious political wrangling that comes with that, and just focusing on the pack aspect … it’s been a surreal experience. I was bitten into this lycan world and spent maybe five minutes as part of this pack before saying ‘screw it all,’ and going off on my own, going rogue. So pack life is, in a sense, quite new to me in and of itself. But to then put me in charge of that pack too?”

“Something like a culture shock, I would imagine?”

“It’s insane, Lashell. I’m a rogue wolf. I was born to be a rogue wolf, if you believe in the Rogue Moon legend. By definition, a rogue wolf is a loner. He answers to no one and he’s responsible for no one but himself. And until now, that has always been my lycan experience, and that’s the way I like it.”

I frown at him. “And now?”

“And now I’m the Alpha. The Rogue Alpha.”

My eyebrows lift with that statement. “Is there such a thing?”

“Well, there is now, isn’t there?”

“But how does that even work, Trevor?”

He shakes his head so slightly it’s almost impossible to see.

“I’m not sure, but I know it’s now my job to figure it out. Rain City pack has nearly one hundred wolves who are all looking to me now for leadership. So I have no choice but to figure it out on the fly.”

“And where does Melissa Cartwright fit into all this?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, she’s a decorated Detective, sworn to uphold the law, and she practically bleeds blue. She can’t be bought. But the Syndicate is not exactly into doing things the legal way.”

“That’s very true.”

“She stumbled into this lycan world by accident, and now that she’s involved ...”

Trevor doesn’t let me finish.

“I don’t believe that. Melissa didn’t stumble anywhere. She found her way into this lycan world because she is my Fated Mate. Our bond was instantaneous because we are meant to be. She has become my everything, and as much as I hate the fact that she’s now tangled up in all the Syndicate’s treachery with me, I know there’s no way I could ever navigate this minefield without her.”

There’s such passion in his eyes when he talks about her, and I smile. “You love her.”

“More than life.”

“Well, at least you get to whisper love poetry to her between clashes with the evil Syndicate.”

He flashes a heartbreakingly bashful grin, and I can't help but swoon.

“Jace Malone. Friend or foe?”

Some unnamed emotion sparks in Trevor’s eyes at the mention of the Union Bay pack’s Alpha, and he folds his arms across his chest and thinks about the question.

“I wish I knew. The young man is as deadly as he is bat shit crazy. But you know, there are actually times when I feel like he’s the only other Alpha in the Syndicate that I even halfway trust.”

He seems to brood about it, and I know we need to change directions to something more lighthearted.

“Let’s talk about something fun and frivolous, shall we? We’ll make a game of your likes and dislikes!”

He gives me a suspicious look. “Okay.”

 

“Chocolate or vanilla?”

Trevor grins, and it’s almost salacious. “That depends. Are we talking about ice cream or something else?”

My cheeks are instantly hot. I’m blushing and unable to respond.

“Doesn’t matter, the answer’s the same. Definitely chocolate.”

I clear my throat and try again. “Okay. Um, mountains or the woods?”

“Woods.”

“Summer or fall?”

“I like fall. It’s cooler. That’s important for a hot-blooded werewolf.”

“Coffee or something stronger?”

“Well neither the caffeine nor the alcohol is a match for my werewolf metabolism, so it doesn’t really matter anymore. Before my transformation though, I would've said coffee.”

“Okay. Dogs or cats?”

He cocks an eyebrow at me. “That’s a silly question.”

“All right, fair enough. One last question?”

“Shoot.”

“Would you recite some poetry for me?”

My request has catches him off guard, but he recovers quickly.

“No!”

“Oh, please?”

“I think we’re done here, Lashell.”

“But it doesn’t have to be anything you wrote. Maybe just some Shakespeare, or anything really!”

“There once was a girl from Nantucket, who decided she …”

“All right, all right, fine!”

So, there you have it. My exclusive interview with the frighteningly sexy, wickedly funny (who knew?) vigilante werewolf himself, Trevor Dare. I hope you enjoyed getting to know the mysterious billionaire a little better. Be sure to add Rogue Moon to your TBR List, or CLICK HERE to get your copy Now!

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