I am GIDDY! I absolutely love this series, been a fan from the beginning and a hard luster after Vance. That guy makes me swoon everytime! For those who missed it, last tour I had Portia and Vance on for an interview and we had a blast. I thought of having them back again today, to get a update on everything but if you're like me, there's a character that just really irks you and everytime he makes an appearance you want to give him a piece of your mind. That's why today - I'm interviewing Vance's jerk of a father Damien Cummings. Enjoy.....Scene: In the lovely tower offices of the fabulous Bookish Snob Headquarters, Damien Cummings, evil demon extraordinaire sits on a leather couch in a pristine window suite awaiting his interview with the much sought after Belinda, a.k.a The Bookish Snob. Damien glances down at his watch, tapping his foot with nervous anxiety as he impatiently wonders what the hold is since the interview was supposed to begin right this minute. Enter Belinda: “Good, you're right on schedule, Mr. Cummings. Thanks for coming by. I've wanted to meet with you for quite some time.” She doesn’t offer to shake hands with him, instead motioning for him to take a seat on one of the sofa chairs, which he does, and she sits opposite him. Damien: “Ms. Snob. It's a pleasure to meet you finally.” He gives a polite nod of his head. “You're reputation precedes you. Thank you for inviting me here today.”
Belinda: “Can I get you anything before we start? Something to eat? Drink? Just desserts?” She mumbles the last part to herself.
Damien: “Pardon me?” He leans forward slightly. “I didn't quite catch that last part.”
Belinda: “Desserts ... would you like to try some desserts?” She points to the table with pastries and muffins on a plate.
Damien: “Oh, no thanks.” He gives a slight smile and leans back in his chair.
Belinda: “Shall we get started then?” She continues on without waiting for his reply. “It looks like the antiques business is treating you well.” She lifts her eyes to glance at his expensive suit. “Exactly what do you deal in, Mr. Cummings?”
Damien: “It has, thank you. I actually specialize mostly. I've been on quite a few archeological digs in my life, and I'm always looking for that unique artifact that's out there somewhere. I'm not into the whole shards of pottery thing, I'm interested in the big finds, the ones you won't ever want to part with, the high ticket items.” He glances around the room, taking in all of her family photos and awards. “I take it you're not really a connoisseur of fine art, are you, Ms. Snob? When you're receptionist called me about this interview I imagined I’d see much loftier things here, especially for someone with a name like yours, don't you think? It’s often the case with powerful people, like yourself, to exhibit some decorum of fashionable taste.”
Belinda: “I suppose that would be an easy assumption.” She lifts her head to follow his gaze around the office. “I've never been big on possessions. I'm more of a relationship and people kind of person. You can have all the fancy artwork you want, but if you don't have loved ones to share it with, what's the point? You can't cuddle art work.”
Damien: He gives her a smirk, his eyes flashing over her body before he stares back up at her. “I suppose some people may feel that way. I personally like to have the things in my life on display. Nothing is better than sitting back with a fine goblet of ... wine and drinking in your surroundings. It's so, stimulating.” He continues to stare at her. “What's your opinion on say ... living art sculpture, Ms. Snob?”
Belinda: She looks confused at his question. “A living art sculpture?” Damien: He chuckles slightly over her perplexed look. “Don't play naive with me, Ms. Snob. I'm sure you've seen or read about museums with living art displays, people twisted into extreme positions, suggestive poses of carnal delight.” He pauses briefly. “No? Perhaps your taste tends to run toward mimes and the like.”
Belinda: She laughs. “Contrary to some people’s beliefs, Mr. Cummings, I'm not into the lewd. I like my art the way I love my romance - intimate and sensual. I can see why you may like it though.” Her voice hardens even though she chuckles. “From the sounds of it, it's depraved, cold, void of emotion. Oh, it explains so much.”
Damien: He grins widely as she gives rise to his baiting. “And there's the real Ms. Snob I've been looking for!” He gives a nod and stands up, walking over to Belinda. “It's a pleasure to finally meet you.” He leans over her chair, placing his arms to either side of her. “Let's cut the bull, shall we? Why don't you tell me why you really brought me here?”
Belinda: “You don't intimidate me Mr. Cummings.” She stares straight into his eyes. “You may have everyone trembling in their shoes, bending over backwards in fear, but I know who you are. You're a bully.” She glances at his arms which are boxing her in. “Your position proves it. Now go be a good little boy and return to your seat.” She waits for a few seconds and when he doesn’t comply she continues. “I asked you here today to give you a warning... one that comes with the full backing of readers everywhere.” She adds and extra edge to her voice. “Leave. Vance. And. Portia. ALONE!”
Damien: He doesn’t move, though and expression of anger flashes over his face. “I'd be very careful if I were you. You’re treading on very thin ice with me right now and I've killed people for less. You certainly have no business trying to mess in my personal affairs. You might not be a witch, Ms. Snob, but I'd be more than happy to sample a little of your blood to find out if I might acquire a taste for a mere human.” He bares his teeth in emphasis, allowing his fangs to lengthen.
Belinda: She bursts out laughing, trying to regain her composure as she looks at his fangs, but she’s unable to. “I think you underestimate ME, Damien! You may be a big, bad demon,” she says in a mocking tone, “and yes, you may be able to drink my blood, BUT I'm THE Bookish Snob. So I'll repeat it again because it seems in your old age, you're a little hard of hearing! Leave Vance and Portia alone or suffer the consequences! Trust me, you'll be no match for the full wrath of Vance's fans. They will tear you to shreds ... with me leading the attack in the fore front!” Damien: He yanks Belinda up out of her chair. “Give it your best shot,” he growls and he throws her up against the wall.
Belinda: “Don't mind if I do, you jerk!” She looks around for a weapon. “People like you make me so angry! You torture an innocent kid ... terrorize him ... try to twist him into a monster just like you!” She spies her bookshelf and rushes over to grab the first book she sees. “But you know what? You'll never win! Vance is too good for you. He has Portia now and together they’ll destroy you!” She looks at the book she’s holding and grins. “Want to know what power I have, Damien? An imagination!” She throws the book at him. “Here! Have you ever dealt with a protective Dark Hunter before?” She throws another book. “How about a Highlander in warrior mode?” She laughs mockingly as she continues chucking books at him. “They are more man than you!”
Damien: He attempts to dodge the books before he rushes to her, grabbing her by the wrists before he pins her against the wall. “Maybe you need a real man right now, because a fictional one isn't going to help you with this.” He grins evilly as his face flashes into a demon mask and he lowers his sharp teeth to her neck.
Belinda: She grunts and shoves him back with her arms, trying to keep him at bay. “Wouldn't you know it! All this dreaming of being slammed up against a wall and being bitten and its YOU who does it. Sorry old man, but you don't turn me on. But I tell you what, is this real man enough? Meet Oscar!” She reaches for the golden statue on her desk and slams it over his head, laughing at his surprised look as he tumbles to the floor. “Take that sucker! I told you to never underestimate me! She glances at the cheesy knock off Oscar award she’s holding, wiping a smear of blood off the base. “And the Oscar goes to Belinda from The Bookish Snob for the best piece of acting ever!” She bows to the empty room as if it were full of squealing fans, only to stop in mid swoop as she realizes someone else is in the room with her.
Enter Vance: He rushes to Belinda's side and grabs her by the shoulders as he checks her over with concern. “Belinda! What in the world is going on in that head of yours? I appreciate your loyalty and all, but you could've gotten yourself killed! Don't ever do something like this again! I won't always be around to help you!” He shakes her slightly. “Do you understand? This could have been disastrous!” Damien stirs on the floor beside him and Vance turns Belinda, pushing her toward the door with a sense of desperation. “Run, Belinda and don't look back! I will take care of this. You just get to a safe place and stay there!”
Belinda: She refuses to run. “I had to do it Vance. This man is nothing but a bully and I’m sick of it!” She kicks Damien hard in the head and he groans before passing out again. “He's pathetic, and he needs to know that those of us who love you and Portia aren't going to sit around and watch him harass you any more.” She reaches out tenderly and touches Vance’s cheek. “Don't you think you've had enough?” She drops her hand to look around the room and down at herself. “Ugh! The jerk messed up my office and he tore my blouse! This is one of my favorite!” She walks into the adjoining room while mumbling about making Damien pay some more before she emerges in a new blouse. She leans up against the wall and opens up a piece of gum. “Sorry about the gum. I know it’s not very professional,” she grumbles, “but it’s like I can taste him on me.”
Vance: He waves her off. “It’s not a problem.”
Belinda: She watches him roll the unconscious Damien over. “Hey Vance, how'd you even know to come here?”
Vance: He shuffles about uncomfortably, seemingly at a loss for words. “Truthfully, I read your blog, The Bookish Snob, all the time.” He looks a little embarrassed before he magically lifts Damien unto a chair and binds him with his powers. He turns back to Belinda. “I like reading the Vance Rants posts. They’re very flattering.” He shrugs. “I've been having someone watch your place in case my father ever tried to approach you. Just covering the bases of people he might use to get to me.”
Belinda: She smiles widely, walking over next to him. “Well, as President of your fan club, it makes sense I was a target. I'm glad you were here just in case. I tell you what, it sure felt good to hit him with Oscar.” She looks at the unconscious Damien. “Do you need me for anything else? I got reviews to write, book characters to gush over...” she trailed off.
Vance: He shakes his head. “No. I've got this, but I was serious when I told you to be careful, Belinda.” He reaches out to place a hand on her shoulder. “I would be devastated if something bad happened to you.” The two lock eyes for a moment, before Vance clears his throat and steps away. “I guess I better get this guy out of here.” He turns back toward Damien.
Belinda: “Wait a second Vance.” She pauses as he turns back around. “Thanks for trying to be my knight in shining armor.” She leans forward and kisses him gently on the cheek. “Portia's a lucky girl.” She turns to leave but stops. “Dang it!” She turns to look back at Vance uncertainly. “I’m sorry Vance, but I'll kick myself for the rest of my life if I don't...” She rushes over, grabbing Vance by the face, pulling him down to meet her lips in a smoldering kiss as she slides her fingers up into his hair. Her heart races as he opens his mouth with a slight gasp and she brazenly takes full advantage, slipping her tongue inside to meet his kissing him hotly before she steps back to release him. “Wow!” she says with a blush as Vance stares at her in surprise. “Yeah ... she’s one lucky girl. See ya later, Vance...” She walks confidently to the door with a little spring in her step, reaching for the doorknob right before she pauses and turns to look at him again. “Um Vance? Can I have my gum back?”
So there you have it!
Next stop on the tour is The Bookish Brunette
*psst she has a world exclusive so make sure you visit*
About The Book
Can someone else's past come back to bite you? After being drained of nearly all the blood in her body, novice witch, Portia Mullins, wakes up to find that her warlock boyfriend, Vance Mangum, has fled in search of his demon father. Determined to keep him from facing the evil alone Portia follows after him, unknowingly setting herself on the path of a new adventure that will take her, Vance, and their coven over international borders, into a foreign place where they will discover that the black magic which awaits them is far worse than they ever imagined. Portia finds herself tangled up in a web of lies and deceit in another's quest for demonic power in the excitingly romantic second paranormal novel in the Of Witches and Warlocks Series, The Demon Kiss. The Of Witches and Warlocks series can be ordered in ebook or paperback anywhere books are sold, including Amazon and Smashwords
I have GIVEAWAY news...
For one lucky winner, I'm giving away an ecopy of The Demon Kiss. All you need do is be a follower of my blog, leave a comment with your name and email address and answer this question:
What would you do if you were given 5 minutes
alone with Vance Mangum?
Then the final stop giveaway
The Grand Prize winner will receive swag, signed copies of books 1, 2, 3, & 4, AND will be written into an interactive scene with VANCE in book four too! Want extra entries? You can get 1 more entry for every time you comment on the tour, and 5 more entries for every time you send a Tweet or Facebook the link to that day’s blog post. Make sure you keep track of those as you will be asked to submit verification links when you enter the giveaway. Good Luck! May the “Vance” be with YOU!
You're not going to want to miss out. Having a scene with Vance is AMAZING and I'm still reeling from it....
About The Author
Lacey Weatherford has always had a love of books. She wanted to become a writer after reading her first Nancy Drew novel at the age of eight. When she is not reading, writing, blogging, or doing book tours for her current series, she can often be found out at sporting/musical events which her kids are in or texting like crazy with her best friend. Lacey resides in the White Mountains of Arizona, where she lives with her husband, six children, one son-in-law, and the family dog Sophie.