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Kristin and I beta read Semblance for Logan Patricks. Beta reading is reading a copy of the novel, usually before it goes to the editor, and giving the author feedback. While beta reading we both commented on the same single sentence, “I turned around to see Shadow standing behind me, dressed in shorts and sandals and short-sleeved, collared shirt with a red and white checkered pattern.”
Kristin said– “In my head I see tablecloth.”
I said — “Um, no.”
Just wanted to give you a little background on the scene below.
This is how I felt watching Kristin fangirl when Shadow’s car pulled up.
Below is Kristin’s level of fangirl.
Gabi– “Kristin! Get your sh#t in check, woman! God, you act like he’s Henry Cavill or something!”
*digs in mommy purse and hands Kristin a brown paper bag to breath in*
Kristin — no response…
Shadow walks in the door and we both catch our breath. He’s wearing dark, worn looking jeans, and a red and white checkered shirt. We glance at one another, and only as best friends can– we know what the other is thinking… Shadow can rock red and white plaid. Also, Oh MY GOD! He’s so much hotter in person.
Shadow– Good evening ladies. I heard from my number one Canadian advisor, Logan Patricks, that you don’t care for red and white plaid.
Kristin — *clears her throat* That’s right.
Shadow– *raises a single eyebrow* Hm. I’m not used to anyone questioning my taste.
Kristin –Maybe you should, ah, remove that offensive shirt.
Gabi– Yeah. Ah, all I can think about is fried chicken at a picnic.
*Kristin gives me the, “you’re a total dork, don’t ruin this” stink-eye and kicks me under the table*
Kristin– I’m really thinking the shirt needs to go.
Shadow smirks, like he planned this. Like… like…
I’m so grateful for every button, and suddenly a picnic in the park is the way to go. When he pulls it over his shoulders and down his incredibly defined arms, I bite back a groan. Kristin is not so lucky. She whimpers and snaps her pen in half.
Shadow tosses his shirt and sits casually in an armchair across from us. I both love and hate Aria right now.
Shadow– Now that we are all comfortable, shall we begin? I have business to attend to.
Gabi –As a member and the head of The Midnight Society I know there isn’t much you can share. Is there anything you can tell us about the society?
Shadow –Not unless you have a death wish. I don’t have to remind people of what happened to the last ‘outsider’ who learned about our business. If anyone wants to know more, you’ll have to discover it yourself. I don’t want any more innocent blood on my hands.
Kristin–You were conditioned your whole life to one day be the leader of the Midnight Society. Given the relatively young age when this occurred, what was your biggest obstacle, if any, when transitioning from member to your position of power?
Shadow– Before the death of my parents, it had always been the pressure to succeed. Being schooled at the Academy, we were all conditioned to be faster, stronger, and smarter than everyone else. Everyone was working hard, while backstabbing each other in the process, to get to the top of our classes–a reflection of the competitiveness required to climb the ranks of the Midnight Society. Even when you stood at the top of the mountain, there were no guarantees of how long you’d stay there. There’s someone always waiting to push you over the edge on order to claim your spot.
After my parent’s death, none of it mattered anymore. Sitting on the Society’s throne has cost me far too much to be worth it.
Kristin–Your parents died when you and your sister were very young. Tell us about your relationship you had with Calisto as a child. And how did it change when you lost your parents?
Shadow– Calisto’s the only family I had, and as the man of the house, I felt it was my obligation to protect her from the ugliness of this world. It’s funny how a lot of times she ended up being the one taking care of me. She always was smarter than I was. I’ll always love her. She’s my blood. It’s programmed into my DNA.
Gabi —Since their death, you have been searching for the murderer. In some ways it seems that you could walk away from the society. At times, like you have a vendetta against the society even though you are their leader. Do you blame The Midnight Society for your parent’s deaths in any way?
*can’t wait for this answer…
Shadow — I don’t know who I blame for my parent’s death. Some days, it’s me. On other days, it’s the c0cksucker that put the knife to their throats. And yes, there are days that I blame the Midnight Society. My dad was a king on his throne, and it was foolish to think that there wasn’t someone lurking in the shadows, seeking to take his place. It’s only a matter of time before someone comes after me as well.
Kristin– A lot of the traditions in The Midnight Society seem a bit archaic by today’s standards. What, if anything, would you hope to change to make the Midnight Society more relevant in today’s modern world. And what traditions would you not see changed?
Shadow — It’s hard to shake the old traditions of the Midnight Society, especially since the first doctrine of the Society was drafted back when swords and sandals were still in fashion. The main tradition I’d like to see changed is the entire “born-into-royalty” bullsh*t. A useless t*t will always be a useless t*t, no matter what their last name is. Lincoln was the first member of the council that broke free of the stigma behind “last names”, using his smarts and wits to earn his place in the Society’s elite circle. We need more people like him. We need new blood.
Gabi — If it wasn’t about bloodlines, who would be your choice to lead the society? *cough* Lincoln *cough*
Shadow — Abraham. It always should have been Abraham.
Kristin –You have a reputation of being a player. But you are reaching the age when you’re expected to settle down. What qualities are you looking for in a partner?
Shadow — One that can accept all the messed up f*ckery that’s going inside my head at the moment. I’m also a sucker for a pretty smile and a golden heart.
Gabi –This may be a touchy subject (given recent events), how is Aria? Have you spoken to her? *evil eye*
Shadow — We’re done here.
To say that we need book #2 our my hands NOW is an understatement. What the hell!! Is up with that answer about Aria!?
I will totally throw a hissy if I don’t get my HEA!!!
Whoever said money couldn’t buy happiness has never starved a day in their lives.
My name is Aria Valencia, a third year classical music student at the university, and I was down to my last dollar. Some nights, I seriously considered working at the rippers just to make ends meet, but the thought of my dad’s spirit–God rest his soul–scowling at me while I danced up on some drooling degenerate was enough to turn me off the idea completely.
And then one night, chance came knocking on my door under the guise of the Midnight Society, a secret cabal comprised of the most wealthy and influential souls this side of the Universe. Their leader was a man named Shadow, who was equally enigmatic as he was gorgeous and, for some mystifying reason, had his dark brooding eyes focused on me.
Seduced by the promises of fame and fortune in exchange for a seemingly innocent request, I soon found myself drawn into a provocative world filled with both vast riches and unending lies and it didn’t take long for me to realize what being a part of the Midnight Society actually entailed: shiny things, sensual romance, and dead bodies.
Being with Shadow came with a terrible price, one that I wasn’t willing to pay. There’s a dark side to every love story, and this one was mine.