Today I’m interviewing Garrett of Sarah Hegger’s upcoming historical, Sweet Bea, which is set in early thirteenth century London. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Garrett. Thanks for coming along, Sarah. We might need some translation.
Garrett, please tell us who is your love interest and how you met?
Beatrice is my love and we met when I sought her out. I had this notion of using her as an instrument of my revenge.
Oh, my. What’s does she do that totally turns you on?
I do not understand your meaning. A moment, while I ask my author.
Ah, what does she do to make me desire her? She has the roundest most glorious ass. Truly, ‘tis like two apples in a sack.
We call that an apple butt today. Tell our audience something no one would believe about you? Large or small.
Lady, there is nothing small about me, but I will tell you that I carry a small pouch about my neck and in it is a hair ribbon my mother wore. It is all I have of her now.
Nothing small, huh…**Clears throat** I see. Name one thing you’d never tell your lover?
I conceal from her the depth of my anger with her father. It would only sadden her and I like to see my Sweet Bea smile.
So protective. Do you have a fetish? If so, what is it?
Fetish? A moment to confer, again.
I am not that way, lady. I did know a man, who had an unnatural fondness for sheep ***hasty whispering from author*** Um, not what you meant? Then, nay.
*Snickers* Do you rely on your physical prowess or your intelligence to attract a lover?
A true man relies on both, lady. A comely form without a keen mind will not keep a lady interested for long. And a sharp mind without certain physical prowess will give her a wandering eye.
Which leads to my next question, where were you when you lost your virginity?
In a stable. I had straw in my braies for days following. It was worth it.
Sounds kinda romantic. Have you ever done something that could have landed you in prison?
I have never occupied a dungeon or been sent to the stocks or any other such unpleasantness. Why do you ask? On whose behalf are you asking these questions?
Who is this Internet? I know of no such lord.
We have a few lords similar to Internet. There’s Facebook, Twitter…moving on; who’s your best buddy? What do you guys do when bromancing?
Bromancing??? Verily, are you certain you are not addled?
What sort of men do you have in your time?
It’s a slang term, but I’m more interested to know if there’s a specific body type, hair, or eye color that attracts you? Does your current lover meet your criteria?
I like a ripe armful of woman and, aye, Beatrice is all that I could desire. She has flaxen hair and eyes that are a curious mixture of green and blue. I did not think her beautiful when I first met her. But she has this mysterious way of growing on a man, until you cannot remember a time when you did not think her the fairest woman you ever laid eyes on.
Awww, that’s sweet for a big guy to say. If you could change one thing in your life, what would it be?
I would make it so my mother never had to become a whore. It killed her in the end and a slow and painful death it was to watch.
How sad. I sense you still miss her. What intrigues you most about your Sweet Bea?
I am never entirely sure what she is thinking.
What do she do that drives you crazy?
I am never entirely sure what she is thinking.
*Lifts eyebrow* It seems men haven’t changed much in the last few hundred years. Do you have a secret no one knows? Can you tell us or will it be a spoiler.
I do. After Beatrice and I meet we–
*hasty whispering from author*
She says I am not to tell you. Verily, the women of your time are most commanding and the men are fearsome strange. Bromancing?
I’d like to thank Garrett and Sarah for visiting today and I hope you’ll check out the soon to be published Sweet Bea.
BLURB: Sweet Bea
Is anything sweeter than revenge?
In a family of remarkable people, ordinary Beatrice strives to prove herself worthy. When her family is threatened with losing everything, she rushes to London to save them. Unfortunately, she chooses as her savior the very man who will see her family brought low.
Garrett has sworn vengeance on Sir Arthur of Anglesea for destroying his life when he was a boy and forcing his mother into prostitution for them to survive. He has chosen as his instrument Sir Arthur’s youngest daughter, Beatrice.
Can Beatrice’s goodness teach Garrett that love, not vengeance, is the greatest reward of all?
And in case you were wondering about Sarah Hegger, here’s the official version:
Born British and raised in South Africa, Sarah Hegger suffers from an incurable case of wanderlust. Her match? A hot Canadian engineer, whose marriage proposal she accepted six short weeks after they first met. Together they’ve made homes in seven different cities across three different continents (and back again once or twice). If only it made her multilingual, but the best she can manage is idiosyncratic English, fluent Afrikaans, conversant Russian, pigeon Portuguese, even worse Zulu and enough French to get herself into trouble.
Mimicking her globe trotting adventures, Sarah’s career path began as a gainfully employed actress, drifted into public relations, settled a moment in advertising, and eventually took root in the fertile soil of her first love, writing. She also moonlights as a wife and mother.
She currently lives in Draper, Utah with her teenage daughters, two Golden Retrievers and aforementioned husband. Part footloose buccaneer, part quixotic observer of life, Sarah’s restless heart is most content when reading or writing books.
She is always delighted to hear from you. Sarah can be reached at any and all of the following places:
Hope you enjoyed this week’s edition of Cocky Confessions. If you have a hero (published or pre-published) willing to share his secrets, contact me on the ABOUT page or message me on Facebook. DJ
5 thoughts on “Cocky Confessions – Garrett from Sarah Hegger’s Sweet Bea”
Thanks, Dani for having Garrett and me over. He still hasn’t recovered from the bromancing idea.
Glad to have him! He’s too funny!
This was awesome Sarah and Dani! What fun! I love what Garrett says and how he kept in character! And the whispering with the author! Too cute!
Thanks for stopping by, Ronnie!
Thanks, Ronnie. English has certainly changed over the eight hundred years since Garrett spoke it