An Interview With My Main Character (Trenton) #SaturdayBlogs #amwriting #SecretsUnveil 


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Going back through my character development, here’s an interview I had with my male main character named Trenton Devereaux.

1. Tell us a little about yourself.

Hi lovelies, I’m Trenton Devereaux from Cherry Gardens in Jamaica. I’m 21-year-old, goes to college in Columbia, S.C., have an infant son, and I’m a no-nonsense type of person; so don’t come at me with the b.s. Just kidding.. but don’t.

Anything else? 

Anything like what? Guh, you are so nosy. Well… I’m being a suspect in a murder case. They said twenty-so people was killed up the interstate in a warehouse; but I know nothing about that. (He shrugged nonchalantly, twisting his mouth.) Next question.

2. Okay, what is it that you love most about life?

Hmm, I love how well my son is doing. He’s five months old now, and my family is very supportive. God bless them. I love how my girlfriend and I came, uh… I mean, how far within a year’s time. We had drama, cheating, drugs, and negative people coming between us, yet we fought and fought and we’re still together.

3. That is great you two are still together. Which brings me to my next question: How do you decide if you can trust someone?

Ah, well, to me a person have to earn trust, just like they would with respect. I give every person a starting chance, unless I initially picked up bad vibes from them, just like I’ve done last year… anyway, I go by their actions to sum up if I can trust them or not.

4. What three words best describe your personality?

Strong, ambitious, and a risk-taker.

5. What are your greatest talents?

(Smiling.) Well then, since you asked, dancing for one. I love moving to the beats in dancehall music, ska and ska jazz. If you aren’t sure what ska is, look it up; I’ll be here all day just talking about it, or you can come to a dance club I know to show you what it’s like.

Hmm… other talents: singing, writing poetry, I can cook my ass off, la-dee-da, and the last is for my woman to know. LOL!

6. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would that be?

Not a damn thing.

7. What is your typical day like?

I start my day off by tending to my son, then I would meditate since I need it more than ever now. Some light yoga or a run, breakfast; depending on the day, school or work.

I also use my time to render aid in the community. It doesn’t matter how much money you have; you still need to do something; whether it’s through donation, raising money, or doing volunteer work. I use my free time to help others.

8. What are your greatest fears?

I fear losing someone close to me in any way, whether it’s death, to the law, or whatever; it would tear me apart.

9. What or who is the greatest love of your life?

You should know who, but I will say it, Paris is the greatest love of my life along with my son. She has been there through thick and thin, loves my son as her own, and had shown me what real love is. I’ll give her the world if I could. I’ll do anything I can for her.

10. When and where were you the most happiest?

(Smiling endearing) The happiest time of my life thus far is the birth of my son. Wow, T.J. makes my heart swells up with joy and makes me work harder every day to do right by him. He’s so precious, mon; even though his mom schemed into being pregnant with him, it doesn’t change how I feel about him like most guys would to a girl who trapped them. I love that kid so much. (Sniffling)


This concludes my interview with Trenton. I had more questions to asked, but his schedule was tight. Will there be a second interview for a more in-depth look into his life?- I’ll have to check with his people. (Wink)

P.S. I do have an interview with Miss Paris Thompson herself. She’s the female main character and Trent’s girlfriend. You can find her interview here.

I hope you enjoyed Trent’s interview and if you have any questions of your own you would like for me to ask, please feel free to ask in the comments.

Thank you and enjoy your day!

© 2016 Pamela E. Hester

Meet Paris: An Interview With My Main Character #amwriting #blogging


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Happy Thursday everyone! Today, I have for you is an interview with Paris Thompson. She’s the female main character who has been through a lot of obstacles and fought to overcome them.

***If you haven’t read Trenton’s interview (Paris’ boyfriend/male main character), please do so by going here.

1. Tell us about yourself, Paris.

Hi everyone! Great to be here. Well, a little about me, I’m a 18-year-old college student majoring in nursing. One sister, no brothers. My parents are divorced. Hmm… what else? I’m currently in therapy for my PTSD. Uh, I had some things in life that threw lemons and dropped rocks on my head. I’m still overcoming the night of my attack, and have nightmares… Can we move on, please?


2. Sure. Do you consider yourself an introvert or extrovert? 

I’m an introvert most definitely. I’m far from being a social butterfly. It’s very hard to get me to go out and party; I prefer to sit at home, read and watch movies. 

At times, I can be even-tempered, then when something sets me off, I get aggressive, moody, and/or too quiet. I can’t let anything go.

3. If I asked you to write an entry in your journal, what would it be about? 

It would be about how I’m progressing every day with therapy, and my views on life.

4. What parts of loving come easy to you? 

Parts of? (Frowning) Girl, I don’t know what you mean. As in sex “loving” or loving someone? 

(Loving someone, or yourself.) Oh. (Lol.)

Well, what I’ve learned is that you have to first love yourself. I thought I once have. I love every part of myself, inside and out. From my physical features to my whole being- the good and the bad and nurturing myself back to fullness, mentally and spiritually. I’m not beating myself up anymore over things I can’t change.

Loving someone, um..hmm… the closeness for sure. Nothing like feeling like you can bond with someone on some deeper level, and connecting on a higher level. The passion- being fully committed to each other and willing to make it work. It more than just the sexual attraction, which nothing is wrong with that, you got to have more.

Love isn’t easy. I know that now. It’s an unhurried and fulfilling process with the right one. With me and Trent, we’re taking it slow, and rebuilding one day at a time.

5. What can you tell us about yourself that most people, like family for instance, doesn’t know?

I, uh- hmm… I can’t say at the moment. (Looking nervously around, twiddling her thumbs.)

6. Did you have a happy childhood?Why or why not? 

My childhood was okay. My parents tried to make it work being married to each other. They get along well now; sometimes I feel like they do it just for my benefit. They love me; I love them dearly, and they have some kind of love still for each other.

I had only one friend my entire life. My childhood is like any other person’s. Can’t really complain. Then again, there are some dark secrets I’m harboring. Don’t ask what they are, because I couldn’t even say them in the last queston.

7. What matters the most to you in life?

Pamela, what matters most to me in life is being happy. And being peaceful. You got to have that. I always felt like no matter what you do, it will never be good enough for anybody. I’m just glad I had suportive family who was there for me even when I was too ashamed to tell them what happened to me and all the unthinkable things I’ve done. Family that cares about you matters.

8. What are some of your interests?
(Smiling) My interests are: reading fiction books by Kimberla Lawson Roby, Carl Weber, E. L. James, James Patterson, and Eric Jerome Dickey. They are my faves. There’s nothing like curling up with a good book and dare someone to bother you.

I like volunteering in the community. Right now, I volunteer at my local hospital. I absolutely love helping the elderly and being there for them in their time of need. 

I enjoyed watching horror and romance movies, baking, and riding bikes together with my fam. 

9. What is your greatest regret?

My biggest regret is meeting this girl named Caitlin. Gosh! I was so stupid for hanging with her when I knew she was bad news. There was signs pointing in every direction, but did I take heed?- no! I kept going around the damn girl because she brought excitement into my life, thrills, the glamorous life. 

At times, I was bored because I had nothing else better to do with myself. She was an outlet for me. However, all that led to my boyfriend and me having a strained relationship; I nearly lost him, and I ended up being addicted to sex and drugs. I lost my self-respect and dignity. Oh, yeah, I ended up in a nuthouse. So, yeah, I regretted meeting HER

10. If you could change anything about your life, what would it be? 

Basically what I’ve mentioned for the last question. So, I would changed my vulnerability towards the people I meet. I would change my ability to be more focus when times get tough; especially when last year upon meeting Caitlin, I felt abandoned or neglected by those I love. She used that time of weakness to prey on me. I want to change to being a MUCH better me, one day at a time.

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This concludes my interview with Paris. Thank you Paris!

I hope to you all that this interview helps give you a clear understanding on who Paris is and what she shared with us today. Her life was distressing at times, but worth writing about, because I feel empathy to her struggles, trials, and determination to turned her life around.

As for the part 2 of Trent’s interview, I’m still waiting for a response on when he is available since our interview was previously cut short and he had more to share with us.

Thank you for stopping by and reading!

  ©2016 Pamela E. Hester

Tell Me Now, Don’t Hold Back #amwriting #fiction


Continued from I Knew It Was Too Good To Be True.

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I stared back at Genevieve’s guard, his gun, then at her. So, it has come to this? I’ve been here, working my ass off to pay off a debt I hadn’t started in the first place, and a gun is pointed in my damn face.

“What the hell? What’s going on?” I said in a rushed, trying to keep my voice down. I would hate for my client to be frighten. Then I remembered Genevieve had mentioned her upon entering.

“Kevin, we need to speak to your client. It will only take a moment,” Genevieve explained as she stood tall, glaring at me like I done something wrong.

I was taken aback, because normally, she wouldn’t behave in this manner. The normalcy of her personality when it comes to women is extreme jealousy. Right now, I cannot diagnose the problem even if someone serves it on a fine china platter.

“Something I should kn-“

“Just call her out. It’s urgent,” Genevieve said, pointing in the direction of my bathroom.

I blinked. Just as I turned around, she ambles out with a lavender terry-cloth robe wrapped tightly around her body. A white towel is draped over her left shoulder as she used one end to dry her hair.

“So, what normally happens after-” her words trailed on as she noticed someone other than us in the room. Her green eyes fixated on Genevieve and then her guard with his Glock dangling from his right hand.

She appeared undisturbed; in fact, in her eyes held a challenging stare like she is prepared for a duel.

“Look, Tracey, I need for you to verify something for me, for security reasons,” Genevieve said, walking up to her.

“Okay, but it make it quick. I didn’t pay to be interrogated, so whatever you have to say, say it now or knock off a hundred dollars of the money I gave you upon arriving,” Tracey replied defiantly.

Genevieve gave her a long stare that said, “don’t go there with me.”


“I don’t know what that was all about, but Genny normally doesn’t act that way.” I assured Tracey, taking her hand and leading her to my cream-colored chaise lounge.

She quietly followed behind me and sat even quieter as I gazed into her eyes. She looks back at me with this expression I couldn’t pinpoint. No one wants to discuss Genevieve and her pit bull of a guard, and their unknown reason for busting in the way they had.

To be honest, I’m not sure if I can carry on with tonight with the usual stuff like I would with any client. This particular one here, still staring at me like she’s peering deep into my soul, frazzled me to the core.

I carefully traced the outline of her hand, feeling the heat radiating from her igniting; it warmed me up. She leans forward, and I took that moment to kiss her soft lips.

The moment felt so right, perfect timing, as our lips meshed. I used one hand to snake around her waist pulling her closer to me, while the other caresses her face and slender neck. Her ruby-red fingernails raked through the small hairs on my chest sending shock waves to my system.

All past apprehensions seemed to have melted away. She moans softly, bringing the kiss deeper. I’m thinking she wants this. Whatever she wants, it’s her night.

However, as I reach for the belt of her robe to open it, she alarmingly jerked back. Her eyes widen. She went stocked still. The color drained from her face leaving me in utter shock.

What’s wrong now? I wondered. I couldn’t believe we are back to being estranged.

“What is it now?” I asked, trying not to sound impatient. It is becoming unbearable to think you’re sure about something, feel it deep within yourself just to have it slapped you across the face.

Tracey stood up, muttering as she did so, trying to form the right words to tell me whatever it was that kept her hostage since she first arrived here.

“Tell me now what you want to say, and don’t hold back,” I demanded.

“Okay, okay. I’m a private investigator hired by your parents to find you,” she explained, appearing relieved.

My what did what now? I pondered the thought.

By: Pamela E. Hester ©2017

This concludes Part 3. Thank you for being patient with me as I write this post. I’m thinking of writing Part 4, but we’ll see. 😉

Don’t Give Up On True Love- Book 2 #MondayBlogs #CampNaNoWriMo #amwriting #fiction 


Happy Monday everyone! I know, I know I’m supposed to continued on Part 3 of Kevin’s story- Tell Me What You Came Here For, and from Part 2.

I’ve been busy juggling with many projects that- oops! I’ll forget what else I’m to do. The screenshot above is a piece from Book 2 I’m working on for Camp NaNoWriMo, a sequel from Secrets Unveil.

I promise to continue with Part 3 of Kevin’s story next Monday. Thank you so much for understanding.

What project(s) are you currently working on? 


I Knew It Was Too Good To Be True #amwriting #fiction


Continued from Tell Me What You Came Here For.

I glimpsed quickly at Genevieve, who forks an eyebrow, gazed back at this strange woman, and in a low, deep voice, I purred,

“Tell me what you came here for, bella,” stroking her delicate palm.

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She continued to stare at me, carefully; watchful eyes never leaving my face. I waited patiently on her answer to my question. My signature question for all clients were told so many times; however, I’ve managed to make each one feel equally special. 

That line was about as tired as I am. There are only so many ways you can say a particular line. It’s not just for doing my job; it’s who and how I am.
Before I could open my mouth again, Genevieve speaks up.

“Like I had mentioned, Kevin will take excellent care of you. He comes highly recommended. You will be taken wonderful care of. Have fun!” Genevieve explained to this medium-build woman who refuses to utter a word since they walked up to me. She left us with a concerned expression and a smile that didn’t quite reach her amber eyes.

The woman intently watched Genevieve leave for a moment, turned to me, and said,
“Well, Kevin, I’m sure you live up to the name they called you here.” Oh, what name? I wondered. “I’ll feel more comfortable once we’re upstairs and away from prying eyes and ears.” Oh, so she do talk.

“Sure.” I see what she meant. Genevieve and her guards are watching us… too carefully. I nodded their way. Genevieve raised her glass, her usual of gin and tonic. She forked an arched eyebrow in question, and I slightly shrugged.

“Would you like a drink now or prefer to have one in my room?” I asked the woman, noting how she kept watched on Genevieve from the corner of her left eye. There was a passing glint that nearly nerved me as if she detested Genevieve for something I couldn’t quite place my finger on.

“Oh sure, in your room. Thanks for asking.” She blinked, and started walking towards the stairwell. I grabbed her bags and lead the way.
In my room, she glances around at the decor. Hues of reds and beige colors filled the room with an ambiance of romance and warmth; even so, with an overall cozy feeling.

“Very impressive!” She said, moving over to the cherry oak armoire.

“Thanks.” I told her. “Here you go.” I handed her a pineapple and vodka concoction she mentioned on the way up here.
She mumbled thanks and wrapped an arm around her slim waist. She appeared out of place the way she stood rocking from foot to foot, shaking her glass to the point the liquid was sure to spill out. I reached out to take it from her.

“Can’t have you ruining such a beautiful outfit nor a new carpet,” I told her. She grins sheepishly.

“Tell me about yourself.” I asked, pouring a drink for myself. I turned around from the wet bar and saw her checking out the bed.

“Plenty of time for that later,” I joked to make light of things. When she didn’t laugh, I let out a low sigh. There was something odd about her. It wasn’t for the fact she was nervous for being up here with me and what’s going to take place. No, she strikes me as if she was an undercover agent, or something. I’m determined to get to the bottom of it.

She eyed me in a way that spoke of confusion… and disgust, maybe. While she collects her thoughts, I busied myself with my mixed music playlist, setting it to smooth jazz. Acoustic Alchemy’s Jamaica Heartbeat serenaded through the Bose speakers.

Now, that I’ve gotten her attention, I reached for her hand, inviting her to dance with me. She hesitated at first, then place a small hand in mines. We sway, spin, and gyrated our hips, slightly bumping into each other. She laughs, then suddenly, pulled away.

“I-uh… I need a bath. It has been a long day.” She says, looking somewhat embarrassed. I watched her grabbed items from her bag like she was mad at it, and dashed into my walk-in closet.

“The bathroom is this way,” I pointed towards the left, to a door that was slightly ajar, trying not to laugh.

She avoided looking at me as she went inside. I chuckled softly at her embarrassment, but it was cut short when there was a loud knock at my door.

“Kevin! Open up, now!” Genevieve yells through the door.

“What is it?” I asked. She had her bulldog of a guard with her while the other stood back near the stairs.

“Where is she? Something’s up with her, and I’m not leaving until she answers my questions.” Genevieve stood tall with her arms crossed and chin high in the air.

Before I could protest, her guard pulls out his .45 semiautomatic Glock in my direction. Damn!

 

Stay tuned for Part 3 next week. Thanks for reading.🌹

By: Pamela E. Hester ©2017