Meet Noeh (Character Interview by Rosalie Redd)
Character Interview by Rosalie Redd
January 14, 2016
Please tell us your name and a little about your background.
“Noeh.” He sighed and pursed his lips. “I’m king of the Stiyaha, a warrior race of shape-shifters. Placed here on Earth by our goddess Alora to battle our enemy, the Gossum, we fight over the right to Earth’s water and the fate of its human inhabitants.”
What is your greatest fear?
“Fear?” Noeh wouldn’t answer this question. To do so would disclose vulnerability, and that was something he would never do. As king, he couldn’t afford to reveal any sort of weakness. He tapped his sunstone ring against the hilt of his sword, but the usual comfort didn’t relieve his anxiety. A tic started in his jaw. Why had he agreed to do this interview in the first place? “Next question, please.”
Whom do you trust the most?
An image of an older male, hunched over his cane flashed through Noeh’s mind. His chest warmed at the thought of his close friend and mentor. A smile pulled at his lips. “Gaetan, my Haelen, our eldest healer. His wisdom and tutelage helped me through the tough times after the death of my parents. Without his discipline and structure, I wouldn’t be the king I am today.”
What is your greatest weakness?
“All Stiyaha have a weakness, one that won’t heal even with the help of the sunstones. Sometimes, our flaw comes to us when we least expect it.” Noeh’s ear itched and he rubbed at the nub to ease the irritation. “I haven’t discovered my weakness, yet.” He shrugged. “When I do, I’ll adjust.”
What is your greatest strength?
“My honor. I would sacrifice myself to save the ones I love and those that depend on me.” The truth of his words hit home and his marking pulsed above his right eye, darkening, strengthening. A sense of well-being raced through his veins and his chest expanded. As king, he would do anything to protect his kind.
After finishing a rewarding career in finance and accounting, it was time for Rosalie Redd to put away the spreadsheets and take out the word processor. She writes Fantasy/Science Fiction Romance inspired by classics from the science fiction, fantasy, and horror genres layered with a good, hot dose of romance.
Her debut novel, Untouchable Lover, won or was a finalist in several contests sponsored by local chapters of Romance Writers of America.
She lives in Oregon, where rain is just another excuse to keep writing. When not at her computer, you can find her at Jazzercise, waterfall collecting in the Pacific Northwest, or relaxing with her husband and their pesky cat, Snookums.
A devastating war…
Across the globe, shape-shifting Lemurian warriors battle against a deadly enemy in the dark of night. The prize—Earth’s most precious resource—water, and the fate of humankind. To unite the soldiers, Lemurian gods send the diverse species to the underground Keep to join forces with their brethren and contend against their adversary.
An illicit allure…
While searching for his missing healer, King Noeh didn’t expect to find an unusual, green-eyed female chained to the wall in an abandoned asylum deep in the woods, evidence of her torment in the branding iron at her feet. Captivated, he rescues the petite female and brings her to his underground home. Despite the requirement to select a queen of his species by the next new moon or lose his crown, a forbidden attraction blooms.
A tormented soul…
Haunted by the memory of her dead mate and child, Melissa can’t escape her past or her future. On the run from her controlling master, she didn’t intend to get captured by the enemy, or be rescued by a brooding, handsome king. When she succumbs to her need for a male’s blood and drinks from the honorable king, she can’t ignore the compelling desire he ignites in her soul.
A rattle to his left brought Noeh to a halt.
Chained to the wall, Gaetan lifted his head. They had tortured him, left his body battered and bruised, but at least he still lived.
Noeh breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of his friend. He started toward Gaetan, but the unfamiliar fragrance made him still.
A soft moan caught his attention.
He searched for the sound.
A female slumped against the wall, shackled by the weight of the rusty chains that clung to her wrists and ankles. Her head hung forward. Long red hair hid her face and most of her body. Inflamed, open sores marred the skin on her arms and legs. A branding iron lay on the ground near her feet, evidence of the cruel torture she’d endured.
Fire rushed through his veins, and his inner beast screamed at the cruelty and injustice. His breathing became ragged, and he struggled to maintain control. A cool sheen of sweat broke out on his arms as he tried to comprehend what had taken place here.
“Noeh, I found the keys,” Saar said.
Noeh heard Saar but didn’t move, his focus solely on the redhead chained to the wall. Behind him, shackles clanked together and heavy chains crashed against the cement floor. Gaetan grunted.
The female stirred. She lifted her head, vibrant red hair falling to the side. The soft gaze of magnificent emerald eyes pierced Noeh’s soul, and he caught his breath. Despite her bruised cheek and the cut on her lip, she was remarkable. His chest tightened, and his eyes narrowed.
“Help me,” she whispered.
He rushed to her side. With adrenaline pumping through his veins hot and fast, he yanked the chains from the wall. Her body went limp, and he caught her in his arms. She weighed nothing. Lashes as fine as silk caressed her cheeks. Her warm flesh sent tendrils of heat along the sensitive nerves in his hands and arms. The sensation traveled through his body like an electric current, causing his heart to race. He pulled her closer, and her lustrous mane brushed across his bicep, teasing the fine hairs on his arm. A low, needful groan escaped his lips.
“Saar, throw me the keys.” He caught them with one hand then released her from the iron rings. The chains fell to the ground, the sound of freedom lifting the weight on his chest.
Her soft body pressed into his, and a shiver ran over his shoulder and down his spine. She moaned and her eyelids fluttered, but she failed to maintain consciousness. Gods, how she must have suffered. A strange sense of respect filled him. His lungs ached, making breathing difficult. That the enemy would stoop so low as to injure a female ignited a fire inside him, and he vowed revenge.
Something about her mesmerized him, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. All he knew was he couldn’t leave her here. He picked her up, intent on carrying her out of this place.