Blog Tour / Character Interview: Whiskey Neat by Lani Lynn Vale

Title: Whiskey Neat
Series: Uncertain Saint’s MC
Author: Lani Lynn Vale
Genre: MC Romance
Published: March 3, 2016
Photographer: Furious Fotog
Cover Model: Chase Ketron

Griffin Storm wasn’t prone to violence, but when someone takes what Griffin holds dear, the world as he knows it is gone.

Retaliation, revenge and rage fuels him. His MC, The Uncertain Saint’s, do their best to offer support, but Griffin is beyond redemption. He’ll do what he has to do. Kill who he has to kill.

He doesn’t care if that means he dies. If it gets him what he wants, then it’s worth it.

He fakes it all until the night he walks into a sex shop for batteries and lays eyes on a woman that will change his life.

Lenore makes him think past tomorrow. Makes him want to see just what the future might bring.

But his life’s a dangerous one built around pain and deception, and not for the faint of heart.

He won’t give up the past, not until he’s done what he promised to do.

And if that means she’s not there when the dust settles, he’ll risk it.

Lenore, though, won’t give up on him. She’ll fix him, whether he wants her to or not.

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Griffin, thanks for taking time out of your busy crime fighting schedule to chat with us today. Let me begin by saying, I’m so sorry for your loss. I know how that situation was ultimately resolved, and certainly don’t want to dredge up painful memories. So if you don’t mind I’m going to focus on you and Lenore. One last thing…since we’re an over 18 type of blog, feel free to be your expressive self.

Lenore is quite the quirky gal who seems to take it in stride that men aren’t beating down her door. Her words:

I didn’t get many second looks.

It was the red hair.

Match that with my pasty white skin, freckles on top of my freckles, and a scar that ran down the center of my chest, and it was kind of obvious why men didn’t bother giving me a second look.

**Describe your initial impression of Lenore the night you met? **

I was stunned. She was fucking beautiful, and she didn’t even know it. Which I think was why I was so attracted to her. She had a great ass, too. It was the freckles that got me, though.

**Why do you think you fell so hard and fast for each other? You pointed out that she wasn’t your usual type.**

Lenore gets me, and doesn’t try to stand in my way of the things that need done. She supports me, and loves me for the man I am. It’s hard to find a woman that sees you kick your neighbor’s ass and doesn’t give a shit.

**If you could change anything about Lenore what would it be?**

Nothing. Not a goddamned thing. She’s perfect just the way she is.

**Anything about you that drives her up the wall?**

No. Ask me later tonight though when she starts bitching about my inability to pick up my boots, though, and I might have a different answer.

**Best date you two have had so far?**

Last week I took her to her first biker rally in Sturgis. Her fucking eyes the whole time were mesmerized. It was amazing to experience that for the first time through her.

**Describe your relationship in five words.**

Love. Hot sex. Dependable. Beautiful.

“I’ve made no secret of the fact that I’m Lani Lynn Vale’s #1 fan. I love her work, I’ve read all of it, and a lot of it I’ve read more than once. I’m thrilled with the direction she’s going in with the Uncertain Saints MC series. There is a clear and distinct difference to Vale’s writing here. Her voice is a bit edgier in Whiskey Neat, and it absolutely had me sitting up to take notice.” ~Danielle from Red Cheeks Reads

“Whiskey Neat is a great start to her new series, with feisty heroines and hotter hero’s. I can’t wait for the next in this series” ~Erica from A One-Click Addict’s Book Blog

“I have LOVED LOVED LOVED every book that I’ve read by this author, and Whiskey Neat is no exception.” ~Jennifer from The Power of Three Readers

“Come on, Doogan,” I urged, giving his collar a tug.

Doogan didn’t budge, which was why I had a front row seat as a man sailed over the railing of Mr. Marshall’s porch, and landed about ten feet away from where I was standing.

“Oh, my God,” I breathed.

I didn’t move, though, because the man was suddenly surrounded.

Men in leather were everywhere…but the one man that held my attention was stomping down the porch steps and heading straight to the man on the ground.

Griffin, the man who’d bought batteries from me just two days ago, was well and truly pissed.

When his eyes swung to me, I didn’t know what to do.

Should I run?

Stay where I was?

Question after question barreled through my mind, leaving me shaking in fear…and something else I wasn’t ready to admit to just yet.

“Go home,” he ordered.

I blinked, looking to my left and right to be sure he was talking to me.

Since I didn’t see anyone else around me, I decided he was talking to me, but I just couldn’t get my legs to cooperate out of fear.

Not to mention that I would have to walk through the lot of them to get to my house.

When I didn’t move fast enough, he issued the order again, only this time it was biting.

“Go. Home,” he snapped.

I turned on my heel and started walking, coming to a sudden stop when Doogan still refused to move.

“Mother of God,” I whispered. “Come on Doog,” I whispered frantically. “Let’s go.”

He did move, just not in the correct direction.

No, he walked straight up to Griffin and licked his hand, a hand that was stuck out, not in invitation to approach, but instead to stop the dog from getting too close to him.

“Can’t you control your fuckin’ dog?” He grated out angrily.

Tears were stinging my eyes, because, by that point, I had the attention of not just Griffin, but the whole freakin’ lot of them.

My heart was beating frantically in my chest as they watched me, and I just knew that if I didn’t get the hell out of there I’d get the hell beaten out of me…or worse.

“Where do you live?” Griffin asked, taking a hold of Doogan’s leash.

It slipped from my hands, and I watched in helpless horror as it did.

And what did Doogan do?

He freakin’ followed him!

“Umm,” I whispered. “Three duplexes down from here.”

“Be back,” Griffin said as he took my hand in his free one and started to walk me back to my house.

The men returned their stares on the man they were circling, and I glanced over my shoulder just in time to see one of the big ones kick the poor guy on the ground next to his feet.

He didn’t say a word, and neither did I.

I was too scared.

What if he beat the shit out of me?

Raped me?

What if…

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Griffin growled, interrupting my inner diatribe.

“I know,” I lied.

He snorted. “Stop shaking. I said I wouldn’t harm you. I’m a cop.”

Yeah, but good cops didn’t beat the shit out of people in the dark of night.

I’m a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I’ve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we’ve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas.