Supernatural Central Short and Quick Interview
1. Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.
Langston Wilkerson, the protagonist of Stellar Harmony, is an astrophysics professor who has always felt more at home among the stars than within the confines of his own skin. Raised in Chicago, he often finds himself torn between his urban roots and the academic world where he excels. Langston is a brilliant yet reserved individual whose dedication to science masks his deeper struggles with identity and belonging. Despite his intellectual achievements, he feels like an outsider in his old neighborhood and within the academic circles he navigates. His journey transforms when he meets Aurora, a talented and heartbroken R&B singer. Through their developing relationship, Langston learns to bridge the gap between his dual worlds, finding love and a renewed sense of self.
2. Do you believe in the paranormal, and if so, do you have an experience you can share?
I do believe in the paranormal. I think it’s rather pompous to think that humans know everything that is and everything that ever was. I think one of the experiences I have had, and continue to occasionally, is deja vu. I think a lot of people have had it. But I have seriously had literal experiences of very detailed events–I’m talking involving locations I’ve never been to before and people I’ve never met I could predict what would happen next. Odd, almost unpredictable things, like a car accident or someone falling. It’s happened a few times, from childhood through now. Doesn’t make me feel clairvoyant. It sort of feels like I’m a time traveler who’s lived through the moment before. But I couldn’t have, could I?
3. What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?
I have two series coming out soon that I’m excited about. The first series is about Gods and Demigods, love, and an epic battle against evil. The first book in the first series, Stormheart, is now being edited. The gods in the series aren’t the usual Greek ones. I love those, but that’s not what you’ll see in the series. The Yoruba gods take center stage in book one.
The second series is a bit more sci-fi. The first book is drafted for that one, and the title is also pending. I can’t wait to bring that world with greedy space corporations, villains that do occasional good, and heroes that do some pretty bad things. Just follow along on social media to see when information is posted, get announcements, get discounts, and probably get a window when you can snag some freebies.
Excerpt:
We reached across the table to clink our glasses together.
"No one understands me either," we said in unison.
I blushed. His scent of fresh soap and spiced cologne intoxicated me as if I could taste it on my tongue.
The server asked if we needed another round, but we both declined. Langston waved him off kindly and said we should get some air.
Outside, the cool night air felt good against my skin. The stars twinkled above us, and Langston pointed out constellations like reading a book. Orion, Cassiopeia, and others. I let out a small gasp when he told me there was one that resembled a man with a star for a crown.
"Wow. That's the first time anyone's ever shown me that," I whispered, goosebumps prickling my arms.
He smiled. "Imagine how people used to look up at stars, see images, paint pictures." He blew out a breath in a cloud in the cold air. His nose was starting to turn red. He looked adorable. But he didn't seem to notice the cold as he looked up. "Fantasies in the sky."
He looked down at me but said nothing as he wrapped his arms around himself to stay warm.
"So, tell me about your fantasies," he murmured into the silence.
"Huh?" I blinked, caught off guard by his directness.
He chuckled. "You know, what do you like to dream about when the stars come out? What turns you on?" His voice was deep and husky, sending shivers down my spine.
"I don't know," my eyes lowered nervously. "I've never really thought about it." My cheeks flushed as I realized how naive that sounded.
"I don't think that's true," he began, taking my hand into both of his. He blew onto them, his hot breath hitting my cold skin. And his lips, so soft, brushed against the palm of my hand.
A moment later Langston pulled me in for a warm kiss. When our lips met, a fire ignited, spreading like wildfire through my veins. Langston's mouth moved against mine with a fervor that matched the intensity of the kiss. His lips were soft and pliant, molding perfectly to mine.
I tasted the remnants of the wine on his lips, an intoxicating blend mingling with the sweetness of his breath. His heat enveloped me, seeping into my skin. Gathering my hair peeking from under my hat, he tangled it in his fingers, willing my head back, my lips parted. His other hand slipped past my bomber jacket, onto my butt, pulling me closer.
A moan escaped me instinctually. It was all he needed to pull me in further, his tongue exploring my mouth.
My pulse pulsed, feeling him press against me.
"God damn it," he said, pulling away, searching my eyes as I searched his back for answers to unasked questions.
"I think- I think I should head home." I took wobbly steps back, cold air rushing between us. I did not come to Chicago for this - the last thing I needed.
I waved briefly and left him confused on the cold Chicago street. And if he felt only a pinch of what I did, I also left him horny as hell.
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