|An Intrepid Trip to Love|
Charlie Cochet, welcome to Romance Lives Forever. We're excited to interview your character, Trip Hagan from the book, An Intrepid Trip to Love.
Genre: Contemporary/Fantasy shifter
Publisher: Self (Part of the Goodreads M/M Romance group's Love Has No Boundaries writing event)
Cover artist: Charlie Cochet
Heat rating: Rated-R
Blurb: Tristan 'Trip' Hagan is a Husky shifter who was born to be the Hagan Clan's next Alpha, a position of honor and nobility, a position he never wanted and was all too happy to pass onto his younger brother. But when they discovered his brother couldn't have pups, the responsibility of continuing the Hagan Alpha line fell back to Trip. At the tender age of eighteen, Trip gave in under the weight of the Hagan Council's demand for him to fulfill his duty, but after years of struggling to uphold his family's traditions, Trip found the courage to do what no other Hagan Alpha had done in the history of the clan: he came out.
With his Enforcers--the Devil Dogs, at his side, Trip won the battle against the Council, who attempted to banish him and take his young son away. His victory allowed him to remain within the clan and raise Robbie. Now five years later, the dust has settled, and Trip is living a happy life with his cheeky pup and their own little makeshift family. Brook--Robbie's mother, her true mate Deacon, and the Devil Dogs are the only ones who support Trip and know of his heartache.
True mates within canine shifter clans are very rare, but Trip has had one since he can remember. Despite losing his heart to Boone twenty years ago, Trip holds little hope of ever getting to bond with the sexy Enforcer, as it's against clan laws for pure-bloods to bond with half-breeds. How much longer can Trip and Boone resist the longing in their hearts? With the call from their feral halves to seal the bond growing stronger by the day, can Trip and Boone find a way to be together without losing everything?
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What are your main characters' names, ages, and occupations?
Tristan "Trip" Hagan, 35 years old, Full-time dad
Robbie Hagan, 7 years old, mischief-maker
Boone Devin, 38 years old, Enforcer
Hunter Devin, 36 years old, Enforcer
"You know what, Hunter, bite me."
Hunter wriggled his eyebrows. "Is that an invitation?"
"I don't have to take this from you. I'm going to address the sensible one."
"Sensible?" Hunter let out a bark of laughter. "Do you know what Mr. Sensible did this morning?"
Boone cast his brother a warning glare. "Shut up, Hunt."
"What did you do?" Trip turned to face Boone and held back a smile. Boone might look like the sort of guy you didn't want to meet in a dark alley, but Trip had never been afraid of him. He was like a big ole cuddly Teddy Bear. Well, unless someone did something stupid, like get on his bad side. Then he wasn't so cuddly.
"Nothing." Boone frowned, his gaze going embarrassingly to his boots, and his hands shoved in his back jean pockets.
"He chased a squirrel into Vucari Woods and got his head stuck in a tree." Hunter broke into laughter and soon he was doubled over, laughing so hard he was in tears.
"Don't laugh at your poor brother."
"Are you kidding? It was the funniest sh--"
Trip cleared his throat loudly, motioning to Robbie who was listening intently, and Hunter caught himself. "Uh, I mean, that was the funniest thing I'd ever seen."
"Don't listen to him, Boone. Those little suckers are nasty." Trip instinctively reached up and gave Boone's ear a gentle tug, making him smile. In return, Boone gave him a playful bump with his hip.
"Aw, aren't you two adorable," Hunter teased, receiving a scowl from both of them. He quickly put his hands up in surrender. "Hey, I just call' em like I see' em."
Self-conscious, Trip withdrew his hand. "Uh, you guys want a beer or something? Deacon's going to be along soon."
"No thanks." Boone grabbed Hunter by the arm, giving him a tug. "We gotta go. Sorry to have bothered you."
Trip wondered why the sudden rush to leave. "We were the ones who called."
"What about the Aliens?"
All three men stopped to gaze down at the wide-eyed pup and his quivering bottom lip. Hunter took a step behind his brother, whispering hoarsely.
"He's doing that lip thing, Bo."
Even Boone didn't stand a chance. It was over and they all knew it. "All right. Point us to the Aliens."
"You sure you don't want to wait for Deacon?" Trip asked, following them through the living room and down the hall toward Robbie's bedroom.
"He's bringing a shovel," Robbie pitched in excitedly.
"A shovel? You sure that it's a spider and not like, a
Jersey cockroach, because
I don't do cockroaches," Hunter stated adamantly. "Those things are indestructible.
I hit one with a brick once, and I swear it put itself back together and just sat
there facing me, like it was waiting for me to apologize or something."
"You are so full of it," Trip muttered.
Hunter smacked his brother in the arm. "Tell him."
"It actually happened. Don't think it was waiting for him to apologize though, more like sizing him up. Must have found him wanting because it scurried away after that."
"Gee, thanks, big bro."
Boone gave his brother a charming smile. "Anytime."
"Ouch." Trip laughed at Hunter's pout and grabbed the two brothers by their collars before they could open the bedroom door. "Shoes off and watch out for the LEGOs."
"Are you serious?" Hunter groaned, toeing off his biker boots.
"Hey, if you want to get impaled by tiny little bricks of plastic hurt, that's your choice, but I don't want you tracking dirt onto my carpet." Trip followed Boone's amused gaze down to his feet. "Crap." This night just got better and better.
"What happened to your sock?" Boone asked, toeing off his own boots.
"It became a casualty of war."
"He lost it when he was running away from the spider," Robbie said, hiding behind Boone. He looked up at the mountainesque man with a bright smile, bringing out the dimple in his cheek. "Can you carry me, Uncle Boone?"
Oh, the kid was good. Trip wondered if he showed his dimple, Boone would carry him, too.
With a deep rumble of a chuckle, Boone lifted Robbie up with ease, depositing him on muscular shoulders. "Hold on then." He opened the door and stared. "How'd you even see it in all this?"
"Thank you." Trip cast his son a smug smile. "See, I'm not the only one."
"That's because he's a grown-up. Hunter, you understand, right?"
Hunter frowned at him. "Hey, I'm a grown-up."
Robbie studied him before coming to his conclusion. "I don't think so."
Trip burst into laughter, and donned his best gangster voice. "Oh, you just got owned by a seven year old, son."
"Well excuse me, Snoop Dog. I don't think I asked for your opinion."
"Just go kill my spiders." Trip shoved Hunter into the bedroom, smiling contently when he heard Hunter growl and curse under his breath. "I told you to watch out for the LEGOs."
This was going to be fun.
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Interview with Tristan 'Trip' Hagan
Tell us about yourself.
"Sure, why not." Trip sits down, bounces a little, testing the plushness of the couch and getting momentarily distracted. "Oh, right. Me. My name is Tristan Hagan, but everyone calls me Trip. I'm thirty-five years old, divorced, and I have a seven year old son who's obsessed with zombies and owns a LEGO collection I'm convinced has been created for the sole purpose of bringing me pain. They're like little landmines of sharp evil pointiness."
"I'm the oldest of four, meant to be the next Alpha of our clan but..." he wrinkles his nose and shrugs. "Let's just say there was some unpleasantness, drama drama drama, I'm no longer next in line. My hobbies are watching movies, eating food, and driving Boone crazy."
Tell us about Boone.
With a wide grin, Trip reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet. He removes a small photograph and holds it out. "This here is Boone. You want to ogle him. I can see it in your eyes. It's okay, you can ogle him. He's very ogley." Trip cringes. "That didn't come out right. Ogle-worthy? Ogle-ish? Hot. We'll go with hot. I'm going to put this away now or we'll never get anywhere with this interview." Trip turns the picture for one last look, let's out a small sigh then puts it away before patting his back pocket. "I like keeping him close. To my heart, not my ass. Though…" He trails off and wriggles his eyebrows. "Sorry, you were saying something or asking a question. Your lips definitely moved. I get distracted easily. Right! Boone. Boone is amazing. If you didn't know him, you'd probably be doing everything you could not to piss him off. He's big and can get real scary, but that's why he's an Enforcer. It's his job to be tough and protect the clan, specifically me and Robbie. They didn't nickname him and his brother Devil Dogs for nothing." He discreetly looks around the room before leaning forward and whispering," He's also a big softie." With a chuckle he settles back again. "But don't tell him I said so, 'cause then, well, he won't seem so cuddly. There's no one I trust more than him." He pauses. "What's with the face? Oh, you wanted something juicy." His cheeks get a little pink. "I did mention he's hot, right? Not that we've uh, done a lot, but he's an amazing kisser, and well, I mentioned big, and his arms, Gods, and his ass!" Clears his throat and murmurs an apology. "Next question?"
What do you think is your strongest point?
"I'm a pretty cheerful guy, even when it seems like I'm grumpy. I like to keep things light because there's no point in dwelling on things out of my control. I have a pup to look out for and he needs me to be strong for him."
What would Boone say is your strongest point?
"That would depend on what mood he's in and if I've done anything to influence that mood." He laughs softly. "He would probably say my attitude. He's always telling me how much he loves that I can make him laugh. I love making him smile or teasing him. It keeps us from getting lost in our own thoughts too often."
What would Boone say is your biggest weakness?
Trip rolls his eyes. "My sweet tooth, but he's a dirty liar. I don't have a sweet tooth. So I indulge in Macadamia nut cookies every once and a while, or homemade pancakes with lots of maple syrup for breakfast. Nothing wrong with that. Doesn't mean I have a sweet tooth." He peers warily. "Do I have a secret stash? Well if I did and I told you, then it would no longer be a secret, would it? Get your own cookies."
What do you wish was different about your life?
"I wish my father would remove the stick he's got shoved up his--I mean, I wish my father would at least make an attempt to understand me rather than blindly following our clan's council, but his priority has always been his position first, our family second. I probably fell somewhere between bringing home a gallon of milk, and approving aboveground sprinklers.
If you were given your fondest wish, what would it be?
"To be left alone to live a happy life with my son and Boone. That's not a lot to ask, is it?" He sighs before pursing his lips thoughtfully. "And a magic remote with a 'mute' button I can use on Hunter. That would be awesome."
Describe a place of perfect refuge.
Trip smiles fondly. "One summer, the Devil Dogs and I took Robbie camping out in the woods near the river. It was supposed to be clear skies, but ended up pouring rain. We made the mistake of letting Hunter set up the tents, and he put Boone's too close to the river, so when it rose from the rainfall, it got swept away with all his clothes and equipment inside." He laughs. "Boone was ready to strangle Hunter. Later that night, the skies cleared up and we all sat around the fire to keep warm. Robbie fell asleep in my arms and I told Boone he could share a tent with me and Robbie. Boone took my hand in his and kissed me. It was the first time he'd ever done that. It was perfect. I'll never forget it. When I feel crappy, I just think about that night and it makes me smile."
As a child, who was your best friend? Tell us about him/her.
"Boone and Hunter have been my best friends since we were pups. I wasn't really supposed to become friends with my Enforcers, but those two were just too much fun not too. Plus, I was never really in the habit of following the rules. They're great guys." Trip smiles widely, his eyes filled with affection. "You can always count on them to be there for you. They're fearless and lucky for me, the toughest Enforcers out there." His smile fades and his eyes get a little glassy. "If it weren't for them, I would have lost everything. I owe them so much."
What do you wish I had asked you? Please ask and answer it now.
"Would you like a cookie?" He grins broadly. "The answer would be yes, yes I would like a cookie. Macadamia. If you've got it."
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