Interview with characters from Sam Crescent’s A Fighter’s Choice

Congratulations to fellow Evernight author Sam Crescent on her new release, the erotic fighter romance A Fighter’s Choice. First off – what a beautiful cover!

I was very lucky to be able to interview the main characters in the book.

So, hi guys! Very happy to have you here. Let’s start with your names.

Jasper: Why do you want to know?

Amber: Will you stop? God, his name is Jasper and I’m Amber. Don’t mind him, he’s just always so suspicious.

Why were you given that name?

Jasper: Parents gave it to me. (He looks a little confused by the question).

Amber eye rolls.

Amber: You’re in a good mood. I don’t know who named me.

Do you have any scars, tattoos, piercings? What do they mean to you?

Amber: Jasper is covered in tattoos and scars. He wouldn’t stop fighting and it turned bloody. He’s got scars from his parents as well. They were awful to him.

Jasper: The scars don’t define me. I’m not fucked up because I have them. I still think Amber should get a tattoo but she refuses.

Amber: I hate needles.

Jasper: I’ll kiss and make it better.

Amber: We’re in company. Shut up.

Ha ha, I love your interaction. Do you have any siblings?

Amber and Jasper: No

They look at each other and smile. The moment they share is tender.

Who has been your greatest influence (parent, friend, idol)? Why?

Jasper: My grandparents. They made me believe I was worth something. Fighting would have killed them and I regret not being there when they passed. Shit happens, I made mistakes but they’re the two people who believed in me when I couldn’t believe in myself.

Amber: Jasper has influenced my life along with Harold and Brooke. The couple is a bit warped but I like them. They’ve been amazing.

With whom do you live? How do you feel about that person?

Jasper: I live with Amber. I love her. I’ll always love her and moving in together was the best decision I ever made. We’re living the dream.

Amber: I love living with Jasper. He doesn’t put the toilet seat down but he’s actually a very clean person. He made the bed with me in it the other day.

Jasper: I only did that so you’d wake up to fuck you.

*laughs* What is currently your biggest responsibility / commitment?

Jasper: Amber is my biggest responsibility. I care about her and I was the one who asked her to come away with me.

Amber: You don’t need to be responsible for me. I love being with you, even if you drive me crazy at the same time. Did you know he almost turned his whites grey? Silly man.

Who is your best friend? Describe them briefly.

At the same time,

Amber: Jasper

Jasper: Amber

They chuckle together. Jasper reaches out to take Amber’s hand.

Awe, so sweet 🙂 What is your greatest talent?

Jasper: My cock.

Amber: Greatest talent, not appendage. Your cock can be disappointing.

Jasper: My tongue then.

Another eye roll from Amber.

Amber: He’s hot in bed. He’s got an amazing oral talent.

Jasper smiles: Told you so.

What are you the most hopeless at?

Amber: He can’t put down the toilet seat.

Jasper: I’m not hopeless. I’m perfect.

How would you spend an unexpected day off?

Jasper: Fucking Amber.

Amber: Underneath, over, or on my knees for Jasper.

Oh, you guys *grins* What is your most cherished possession?

Jasper: Amber, she’s my most cherished possession

Amber: I’m not a thing.

Jasper: You’re still mine.

What makes you blush?

Amber: Nothing.

Jasper: You blush when I talk dirty.

Amber: I do not.

Jasper: When we get home I’m going to get you naked and lick out your sweet pussy until you come … see, I told you that you blush.

How do you feel, generally, about the opposite sex?

Jasper: Until I met Amber they were a means to an end. I had no use to them.

Amber: Men confuse me. It’s easier to steer clear of them.

Okay, last question, how did the two of you meet?

Amber: Do you want to tell or should I?

Jasper: We lived across the hall from one another. She was hot and I wanted to meet her. We did, the rest goes from there.

Amber: He’s always so full of words, isn’t he?

Want to learn more about Amber and Jasper? Their story, A Fighter’s Choice, is available to buy now:

Blurb:

Jasper is filled with violence, and the only way to unleash it is to make money in illegal fights. Ever since he left home he’s been fighting and saving his money, living a simple life of pain and sex. His life is fine until he notices her living across the hall.

Amber spent most of her life in foster care. She knows how to take care of herself and is prepared to do anything to keep herself alive. Working as a waitress in a strip club was not something she wanted to do, but it pays enough to live on. She notices the man across the hall, but he is obviously bad news with all of his bruises.

One chance meeting turns into another. Jasper can’t keep his hands off her, and Amber doesn’t want to fight the lust. Together they surprise each other with their need and feelings. However, Jasper’s gotten noticed in the ring, and now he has to pay the price.

He has to make a choice: go deeper into the fighting world and run the risk of losing his life and Amber, or run with his woman and find love, life, and happiness.

Be Warned: spanking, sex toys, anal sex

Excerpt:

“No. Stripping my clothes off for a man who doesn’t respect me has never appealed. Some of the women love it, and others do it because they have to. I’m not in any desperate need to be noticed by men.” She opened the sterile wipes and started to work on his face. He released a wince as the wipe glided over his cut. “Sorry.”

He didn’t say anything as she finished dressing the cut on his eye and placing a plaster over it.

“Respect?” he asked.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“You need respect to fuck?”

She smiled. “To a point, yeah. I’ve got to know the man sees me as more than a whore or someone who’s paid to do a job. I don’t know. It makes sense in my head.”

“I get it. I know what you’re trying to say.”

“Good, at least that makes one of us.” She moved onto his other cuts. When she was finished, she pressed her palm to his bruised cheek. “I’ve got nothing for the bruise. I wouldn’t go out fighting for a couple of days. Your face needs to heal, and if you keep splitting it open, it’s not going to heal.” She grabbed the bowl and walked it into his kitchen.

“Were you a nurse or something?” he asked.

“Nope, I read a book on first aid. Believe me, when I saw the cost of insurance and medical bills, I figured a few hundred dollars in medical books would save me a hell of a lot more over the years.” She’d burned herself a few months back, and with the book she was able to treat her own burn, which was a mild one. The thought of dealing with medical bills made her feel sick. She made good money but not enough to go wasting it on crap.

She threw the water down the drain and started to wash the bowl. His hands went to her waist as she was standing at his sink. Amber tensed, floored by the flood of arousal working around her body.

Dropping the bowl into the sink, she heard it smash. She made to turn around, but Jasper wouldn’t let her. He held onto her waist tightly keeping her facing the sink.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” she said, looking at the smashed bowl in the sink. The glass was all in the sink.

“Don’t worry about the bowl. I’m not.”

She licked her suddenly dry lips. “What are you doing?” she asked.

The heat of him surrounded her back. She didn’t know what to make of this sudden change within him.

Her hair was moved aside, and she felt his lips against her neck, kissing her.

“Can’t you feel that?” he asked.

One of his hands moved to her stomach. The arousal intensified as his fingers moved downward to the start of her shorts. She was breathing hard, wondering what she should do.

He was a fighter, and she worked in a strip club.

Jasper kissed her neck, sucking on her pulse. She closed her eyes, biting into her lip to try to contain the moan.

“Let it out, Amber. Let me hear you moan.”

“This is wrong.”

“Why? You’re not with anyone, and neither am I. This is more than okay. It’s meant to be.”

She couldn’t argue. The way he brought her body to life, Amber couldn’t think of a single argument to put up. Keeping her eyes closed, she rested her head against his shoulder, letting herself go.