Meet Taran Faroukh (Character Interview by Rachel Leigh Smith)
Meet Taran Faroukh
Character Interview by Rachel Leigh Smith
December 8, 2015
Please tell us your name and a little about your background.
My name is Taran Faroukh. In your terms, I’m a humanoid alien. I’m the steward/right hand of Nicco Faroukh, brother of the Marcasian emperor. I also happen to be a slave, but it’s a position I can’t seem to give up. Nic isn’t my master, you see. He’s my family.
Whom do you trust the most?
Easy. Nic. When his father decided I had too much influence on him, the bastard tried to get rid of me. Nic searched the whole empire to find me and bring me home.
Is there someone special in your life?
Absolutely. Her name is Da’Renna, and she’s the light of my world. The problem is I can’t seem to convince her of it. We each have a lot of baggage, and it makes a relationship incredibly difficult. I’m afraid I’ve failed spectacularly in showing her how special she is and how much I love her.
What obstacles stand in the way of your happiness?
Our own stubbornness. Between me and Ren, we have the market cornered. I won’t leave Nic, and she won’t leave her brother. We’re living on different planets, and I’m almost ashamed to talk to her because all we seem to do is fight.
Do you believe in love at first sight?
Surprisingly enough, I do. Because it happened to me. I knew Ren was the girl for me from the moment I laid eyes on her. My biggest regret is how is how long it’s taken for us to find our happily ever after.
Rachel Leigh Smith writes romance for the hero lover. She lives in central Louisiana with her family and a half-crazed calico. When not writing, which isn’t often, she’s hanging with her family, doing counted cross-stitch, or yakking about life, the universe, and everything with her besties. There may also be Netflix binging…
If Taran loses his girl–and his second chance at love–he’ll never find his way to freedom.
A’yen’s Reign: Year Two
Taran has served Nicco, prince of Marcase, for twenty-three years. While on a fact-finding mission to Corsica–a planet annexed by the empire thirteen years ago–Taran and Nicco are kidnapped by the Freedom Alliance and taken deep into the Corsican hardwood forests.
Da’Renna, sister to King A’yen’s linked bodyguard, has loved Taran since the moment he saw her. Leaving him behind wasn’t easy, but her brother needed her more. Hearing about Taran’s kidnapping makes her wonder if she made the right choice.
With the help of a friend from Corsica, Da’Renna and her brother sneak in to find Taran. When mercenaries take her hostage, Taran must make the choice he dreads most: his master, or his soul-mate.
Freedom isn’t supposed to be this hard.
Note: This novel stands alone and is a great entry point into the A’yen’s Legacy futuristic romance series.
The human cocked his head, staring at him. “And you are?”
Taran lifted his chin and stepped into the circle of light from the fixture above. Green and gold threads, the Faroukh royal colors, were woven into his hair above his left temple. His collar bore an etching of a lotus blossom—the Faroukh family crest. His clothes were tailored and of the highest quality fabrics available, just like Nic’s. “Taran, the prince’s steward.”
The human led him into a small sitting room, indicated he should sit, and left. Taran didn’t sit. He stood in the middle of the room, unzipped his jacket, and studied the furnishings. Everything looked expensive, and most were probably fooled by it. But to someone who lived in true luxury, surrounded by marble and precious metals, he knew it was a front. One hiding Loks men and women who wished for death.
Heels clicked in the hall, and a woman’s voice drifted through the closed door. At least he didn’t have to deal with Morrison.
The knob turned, and the door creaked open. Taran almost stopped breathing at the vision making eye contact with him. Luscious honey-blonde hair a man’s fingers could get lost in. Legs stretching for miles. Delicate hands.
She closed the door, and the sound made him jerk in a breath. “Lights on. I’m sorry you were left in the dark.”
Sweet Isis! The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen stood ten feet from him. Her eyes were darkest blue, with a ring of lighter blue around her pupils. A full mouth begged to be kissed.
“I’m Da’Renna. You must be Taran.”
“Yes.” It came out more like a croak, which made her lips twitch.
“Is something wrong?”
He shook his head. “No. Nothing’s wrong. Uhm… I’m here about the girl…”
Da’Renna pressed her lips together. “Are you always so tongue-tied in front of women?” Amusement filled her tone.
Another shake of his head. Geez, he was going to give her the impression he was a blithering idiot if he didn’t get it together.
She came closer, and her perfume—jasmine and violets—filled his head. “It’s kind of nice to meet someone who’s dumbstruck by me, instead of trying to rip my clothes off.”
He scanned her body, hugged by skin-tight leather pants with red lacing up the sides showing bare skin underneath, and a matching top with more red lacing holding her breasts in. Which were a little too big, in his opinion, and detracted from her beauty. “I’m usually more suave than this. I do belong to the biggest womanizer in town, after all.”