Thursday, July 31, 2014

Judith Post is here today. Come meet her sexy man, Tyr.

Welcome! I LOVE paranormal romance! Now you know. And, one of my all time favorite authors of paranormal romance is Judy Post. Why? Because her books don't feel as if I'm even reading. They feel more like a memory. Her characters are so immediate and involved that I jump right into their skin. So, yum, what a way to go!
Today, she's kindly allowed her man Tyr to post a q&a he recently completed, here, on my blog!!!! So fluff your hair, Ladies and hold on. Dinners on me...beefcake is served ;)
Judith Post's, SPINNERS OF MISFORTUNE, will be available online August 18.

Tyr, dressed in faded jeans and a white T-shirt, walks into a hotel lobby. He's trying to blend in with mortals, but it's hard when you're six-six with rippling muscles, pale-blue eyes, and white-blond hair. Heads turn, then people notice the ragged tear where his flesh ends on his right arm—his hand and wrist gone. Onlookers stare, but Tyr's used to that. He scans the area to find the mortal who asked to interview him. Most mortals have forgotten him or think of him as a comic book character or part of ancient myths. He hasn't forgotten them. His piercing gaze settles on a lone man, in his early twenties, seated at a small table near the front window. Tyr strides to join him, studies him carefully—and once satisfied, takes a seat.

"You have questions?" he says.

The mortal can't meet his gaze, too intense, and glances at his notes. Voice unsteady, he says: I've heard you're a Norse god. Which one?

A: I'm the sky god. I came before Woden and Donar—you call him Thor. I came before all of them.

Q: A sky god? Does that mean you control the sun, thunder, and lightning?

A: Among other things. I don't have a hammer, like Donar, but the elements come in handy. I'm more interested in the big picture, though. Mortals once considered me a god of war. The Greeks thought to fashion Mars after me, but we don't have much in common. I use war to promote justice, not to conquer neighbors. Justice concerns me. As do wisdom and honesty.

Mortal frowns, looks Tyr up and down: You're tall, very tall, with lots of muscles, but you don't look like a god.

A: Really? What does a god look like? I assume a mortal guise when I'm among humans. At home or in battle, I grow to full height.

Q: And where's home?

A: Asgaard, home of the Aesir. You have to cross Bifrost to enter. We Norse have nine worlds. Different immortals rarely mingle.

Q: How many types of immortals are there?

Tyr smiles: There are frost giants, fire giants, dwarves, elves, the Vanir gods and goddesses—Freya's world, filled with magic and sorcery….

Mortal interrupts, then looks uncomfortable: I, um, can't help noticing that you only have one hand—your left one.

A brief smile. Tyr leans forward in his seat, putting his elbows on his knees. His biceps bulge, and the interviewer scoots back further in his chair: If you've done your homework, you know that the Norse gods needed to tether Fenrir, Loki's son, the monstrous wolf who fathered all wolves. The gods tried one tether, and it broke. They tried a second. Fenrir broke it, too. We had to ask the dwarves to make a magic ribbon, woven of six special elements. The ribbon looked nebulous, but contained strength that grew with each effort to break it. Fenrir wanted to impress us, wanted to show us that no ribbon was a match for him, but he didn't trust us. He threw out a challenge. If we wanted him to prove his courage, one of us had to prove ours. Someone had to place his right hand in Fenrir's mouth when the ribbon was tied around his ankle. If he pulled, and the ribbon didn't give, he'd bite down. There were no takers. Except me.

Mortal, silent for a moment: So you gave up your right hand to bind Fenrir?

A: It was the only way. (Tyr shrugs huge shoulders): Besides, I fight just as well with a sword in my left hand. I tug my shield onto my right arm. No gods defy me.

Q: Not even Donar, the thunder god, with his hammer? What about Odin? You gave him your place among the gods.

A: No one. Donar has a temper, but he knows better. So does Odin. But I try to stay out of the new gods' lives. I only help when I'm asked to.

Q: You don't miss the power of being the one-father?

A: I have power.

Q: But you still protect mortals.

A: Mortals interest me. I've pledged myself to them. So has Diana.

Q: But they don't worship you anymore. They have new gods.

Tyr shrugs: Mortals live brief lives. Their understanding is limited. But they strive so hard with what they have, I admire them. They're our world's future.

Q: That's what humans say about children.

Tyr smiles: To us, mortals ARE children.

Q: You've recently bonded with the Greek goddess Diana. How did that come about?

A: Who could resist a witch's charms?

Q: I thought Diana was the Roman goddess of the hunt.

A: Oh, she is, and so much more. She's also goddess of the moon and witchcraft…and in her darkest form, goddess of the Crossroads. She has a Viking's spirit—fierce and independent.

Mortal shivers: That sounds downright scary to me.

Tyr smiles: It sounds like a full-bodied, passionate woman to me. That's why I had to have her.

Q: And it's mutual?

A: I might only have one hand, but she's never complained.

Mortal, blushing: Will you two stay together until Ragnarok?

Tyr's blond brows pull into a deep scowl: According to our runes, I die at Ragnarok. Diana knows that. She doesn't believe it. She's a witch. She still thinks she can use her magic and save me. But it's been foretold. Fenrir kills Odin. Donar defeats the Midgard Serpent, but its poison kills him in nine steps. And Surt kills Freya's brother, Freyr.

Q: And you?

A: I'll defeat Garm, Hel's hound that guards the Underworld, but I won't survive my wounds.

Q: Diana doesn't believe that?

A: Diana's a Greek/Roman goddess. They're truly immortal, cannot die. She doesn't understand the Norse ways. She believes her magic can change the outcome. She's sworn to visit Hel to take me back if she has to.

Q: You don't think she can save you?

A: No. I think it's her way of coping. She doesn't want to lose me.

Mortal's silent a moment: Let's discuss the books that have been written about you. In Empty Altars, Diana's runes brought her to your meadow to battle the dark witch, Heid. How did you two team up again for another battle?

Tyr smiles: I forgot our date. Diana tracked me down. A good thing, too, or the Spinners would have drowned the dwarves.

Q: Spinners? They don't sound like much of a threat.

A: Norse women with magic use their spindles to weave spells. Six of them worked together to attack each of our nine worlds. They meant to set us against one another. They might have succeeded, too, if not for Diana.

Q: How did she help you this time?

Tyr glances out the hotel's window and stands, ready to end the interview: That's a long story. (A grin) You'll have to read the book.My novel, SPINNERS OF MISFORTUNE, should be available online soon. To celebrate, I decided to invite a pretend person onto the blog to interview Tyr—the Norse god Diana partnered with in the novel Empty Altars. Trying to protect Asgaard, Tyr and Diana fell in love—something neither intended to do.