Tuesday, June 3, 2014
An Interview With Victor and Abraham: Special Guest Jana Denardo Interviews the Sexy Characters From Her Latest Novel
An Interview With Victor and Abraham
by Jana Denardo
I sat the gentlemen down and had a quick interview with them, with the help of some of my first readers. But first, let me set the stage. It's the last decade of the 1800s that could have been, if steam rose to power. Abraham Westbrook, eccentric millionaire inventor, finds himself a suspect in his sister-in-law's murder. Victor Van Voorhis is the detective on the case. He finds much more than a killer while investigating.
Jana – We'll start this off easy. If you could take your lover some place special, where would it be?
Victor – I've never really been to many special places. I had shore leave in Paris. That could be fun to go back to, or maybe my family's homeland. It could be amusing to take Abraham to the policeman's ball. It would be so different than anything he's known. If I had to choose, I'd let Abraham pick. He's the one who's richer than Croesus and could go anywhere. (Shoots Abraham a meaningful look.)
Abraham (directly to Victor) – I suppose you have a point. I could take us anywhere. I'd take you anywhere you'd like to go. I'm fairly sure I can bribe my brother into watching the children, so I can have some time alone. I could show you the world, but what I really want is to perfect that small airship of mine so we can go flying about. I know how you enjoy it.
(Victor blushes a bit.)
Jana – To ask the sort of inane, insensitive question typical in crime reporting, so what was it like realizing you were a suspect in Permelia Westbrook's murder, Abraham or for you, Victor what was it like to be falling for a suspect?
Victor – You're right. That's inane. I could barely keep my mind on the task at hand. I found myself in a bad place, trying to prove a man I liked innocent, even if I had no way of knowing he truly was. I was concentrating more on that than the things I should have been. I hated myself for it. It was very unprofessional and, if Abraham had been a killer, I don’t know what I would have done.
Abraham – Actually, being a suspect wasn’t that bad for me. I knew I hadn’t killed Permelia. My only fear would have been the killer was bright enough to figure out a way to frame me. I was quickly quite sure Victor was too bright to be easily tricked. His intelligence is what first attracted me to him. Now, if you’re asking do I wish I had met Victor another way, of course I do. Though I have no idea how that would have happened. Still, I wouldn’t have wished what happened on my brother and his children.
Jana – If you could have a quiet evening together, what would you cook for a romantic dinner?
Abraham laughs – I barely know where the kitchen is in my house. If I tried to cook something, and didn’t burn the house down, I’m pretty sure no one, including the dogs, would want to eat it.
Victor snorts – I believe you. I’ve already cooked for Abraham and I’d be happy to do so again. My mother and grandmother didn’t want my lonely bachelor life to be plagued with terrible food. I can cook. It won’t be fancy stuff like he’s used to, though. Maybe some Gehaktballen served with a stamppot.
Abraham – I don’t even know what that is, but I’m willing to try it.
Jana – Alright gentlemen. Thank you for your time. Glad to have you here. As for the rest of their story, it’s well-documented in If Two of Them Are Dead. We hope you enjoy it. Thanks to Aidee for having me.
About Jana Denardo
Jana Denardo's career choices and wanderlust take her all over the United States and beyond. Much of her travels make their way into her stories. Fantasy, science fiction, and mystery have been her favorite genres since she started reading, and they often flavor her works. In her secret identity, she works with the science of life and gives college students nightmares. When she’s not chained to her computer writing, she functions as stray cat magnet.
Jana is Queen of the Geeks (her students voted her in) and her home and office are shrines to any number of comic book and manga heroes along with SF shows and movies too numerous to count. There is no coincidence the love of all things geeky has made its way into many of her stories. To this day, she’s still disappointed she hasn’t found a wardrobe to another realm, a superhero to take her flying among the clouds or a roguish star ship captain to run off to the stars with her.
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If Two Of Them Are Dead
Author: Jana Denardo
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond
Buy at Dreamspinner Press
“I’m Detective Victor Van Voorhis. I need to speak to the master of the house.”
“He’s expecting you. You can give your coat to Justin.” She waved her hand to indicate what looked like a tree stand with hands. She pressed the brass dogwood flower-shaped button in its center and the thing rumbled.
It wheezed and hissed little puffs of steam, and the arms extended as the contraption lurched forward on its wheeled base, startling Victor. He studied the machine, having never seen anything like it. He wondered how the mechanical butler worked, but it didn’t seem to work without someone there to turn it on. Was it more than a mechanized coat rack? Victor would have to ask.
“Do you like Justin?”
The male voice dragged Victor’s attention away. A tall, almost overly thin man stood in an interior doorway that led deeper into the home. He was surprisingly clean-shaven, though his walnut hair was mussed. Grief pinched his otherwise fine features.
“You named a machine?”
The man offered a wan smile. “It’s a quirk of mine, one of many. I name all my inventions. I’m Abraham Westbrook.”
To Victor’s surprise, this wealthy man stuck out his hand to shake. Victor felt nicks and calluses he hadn’t expected to find on a rich man’s hands. “I’m Detective Victor Van Voorhis. I’m sorry for your loss.”
Abraham nodded. “Thank you. Her children are upstairs with mine and their nannies. They weren’t here when it happened. Will you need to speak to them? They’re naturally very upset.”
“Later,” Victor said, handing his coat to Justin, who rolled away back to its corner. “Just briefly about the morning, before they left. You can be present, of course. However, I have questions for you, sir, about your sister-in-law. I understand your brother is in the city. Were you and your wife at home this morning and afternoon?” Victor had no real idea how the rich spent their days. Why wasn’t this man at work? Did he even work?
“I was here in my workshop.” Abraham gestured toward a hallway. “My wife passed over five years ago.”
“I’m sorry.” The generic words of sympathy tumbled out of him. Victor was used to saying them several times a day when working a case.
“It’s fine, Detective. Come with me. We can talk in my library. It will be more comfortable.”
Victor followed him through a living room roughly the size of Victor’s house, then down a hall with carpeting that ate all the sounds of their passage and felt like walking on a cloud. The scent of old books, slightly musty and even dustier, hit Victor’s nose as they entered the library. A large marble fireplace dominated one wall, with comfortable-looking chairs and a table with a whiskey decanter and glasses set out in front of it. Rows of books lined every other surface, along with more knickknacks and other memorabilia than Victor could easily take in.
Buy If Two Of Them Are Dead at Dreamspinner Press.
Aidee Ladnier, an award-winning author of speculative fiction, began writing at twelve years old but took a hiatus to be a magician’s assistant, ride in hot air balloons, produce independent movies, collect interesting shoes, fold origami, send ping pong balls into space, and amass a secret file with the CIA. A lover of genre fiction, it has been a lifelong dream of Aidee's to write both romance and erotica with a little science fiction, fantasy, mystery, or the paranormal thrown in to add a zing.