Haven's War by Parker Williams

July 17, 2017

I hope you enjoy this absolutely brilliant post from Parker Williams where the characters from Haven's War get to interview their author...let the fun times begin!

 

 

“Seriously? So what you’re saying is that we get to interview him?”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

Sammy grinned. “Oh, this will be fun.”

“So do we all get to ask him questions, or is it just Haven and Sammy?”

“You can each ask him something, Kelly.”

Kelly’s grin made me feel bad for Parker, but he was the one who offered to do something for my blog. When Parker peeked around the corner, everyone took a seat.

Parker must have noticed the way they were smirking, because his eyes went wide as he took a chair. “I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?”

Haven chuckled. “Probably.”

“Fine, let’s get this over with.”

“Okay, Sammy, you get the first question.”

Haven narrowed his gaze. “Wait, why? It’s my damn book.”

“Because you know as well as I do that if Sammy said he was going first, you’d let him.”

Haven grumbled something under his breath, sat back on the chair, and crossed his arms. “Fine.”

“Okay, so, Parker. Here’s my question for you. Where is the strangest place you ever had sex?”

Parker turned and glared at me. “This isn’t what we agreed to.”

I shrugged. “I said they could each ask a question. I never specified what they could ask.”

“You’re going to regret this the next time I want to have you over to my blog. I can’t wait to see what Olly asks you!”

“Answer the question, Parker. We don’t have all day.”

“Fine! The women’s room at a local gay bar.”

“Really? That’s your idea of weird? No mile-high club or anything? Shit, when Haven and I take a trip I plan to do him while we’re in the air, in the bathroom at the airport, probably the taxi on the way to the hotel, and then on any flat surface we can find. And maybe a few that aren’t so flat.”

“You asked your question, I answered it. Next!”

I patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t be touchy, Parker. You agreed to an interview.”

“Easy for you to say. I was expecting questions about why the characters did certain things in the book. Not an inquisition.”

Oscar laughed. “No one expects the inquisition.”

Parker turned to me. “Why is he even here? No one said Oscar was invited.”

I shrugged. “You didn’t give me much to work with, so I had to improvise. Lilah?”

Haven’s eyes went wide. “Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously. Now hush up.”

Lilah smiled, looking to be the sweetest thing ever. “Samuel asked my question, so I’ll have to ask something else. What’s your funniest sexual memory?”

Parker jumped up. “So is everyone going to try and embarrass me?”

Each person glanced around to the others, then Sammy shrugged. “Yeah, probably. You had us doing some strange things.”

“Oh my God, I did what you all told me you’d be doing. Don’t go blaming this on me.”

“Look, this isn’t getting us anywhere. Lilah asked a question, please answer it. We only have so much room for this post.”

“My boyfriend—or friend with benefits, I guess—at the time, was at my house. He called his mother and while he was talking to her, I kinda…. you know.”

Lilah leaned forward, elbows resting on her knees. “No, I don’t know. Do tell.”

Parker reached into his pocket and took out a notebook, shot a glare at Lilah, and jotted down something.

“What are you doing?”

His gaze snapped to me. “Making a list of the people who are going to die in the next book. I’m even planning on making a character named LM just so I can off her.”

“Come on, Parker, be a sport. Answer my question.”

“Fine, I blew him, okay? And it was funny as hell because his voice kept breaking.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his indignation.

“Kelly?”

Haven jumped up. “Oh, for fuck sake.”

“Sit down, Haven.” Sammy’s voice was so cold, even I was tempted to do what he said. Obviously it worked on Haven, too, because he sat, folded his arms, and allowed his chin to rest on his chest. Sammy reached out and patted his knee. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you later.”

Haven smiled. “Promise?”

“Of course.”

Haven gestured impatiently. “Okay, Kelly, get on with it.” His gaze drifted to Sammy’s crotch. “I got things to do!”

Kelly’s eyes sparkled when he crossed his legs and rested his hands on his knee. “If your husband gave you a pass to sleep with anyone you wanted, who would it be?”

Parker rolled his eyes. “Seriously? Have you seen the pictures I post? Do you honestly think I can narrow it down to one person?”

Kelly fluttered his eyes. “Try.”

Parker grumbled again. It seemed to be a habit with him.

“Fine. It’s this guy!”

He took out his phone and showed a picture to everyone.

 

“And he is?”

Parker sighed. “You think I know his name? He’s hot. What else matters in this fantasy question of yours? It’s not like Paul is going to give me permission. He’d probably be worse than Sammy when it comes to retribution.”

“Hey!” He turned to Haven. “I think he was being mean to me.”

Haven snorted. “He’s not wrong.”

Parker glanced at the clock on the wall. “Okay, look, it’s not like I have a lot of time here. Can we move this along?”

“Fine. Oscar?”

Oscar rubbed his hands together. “I’ve been looking forward to this.”

Parker turned to me. “Seriously? You’re going to let him ask me a question? You know what he’s like.”

I laughed. “Why do you think I’m letting him ask?”

“I want to go on record as saying I hate you all.”

“Okay, I’m going to make this easy on you. Spit or swallow?”

“What the hell kind of question is that?” Parker was indignant now. “Everyone knows the difference between like and love is spit and swallow. I love everyone.” He laughed.

“Okay, I have another question.”

Parker shook his head. “No. Absolutely not. You said one question per person.”

I shrugged. “I’ll allow it.”

Parker sneered. “Seriously?”

I gave him an indulgent smile. “Sure, why not? Go ahead Oscar.”

“Thanks! So, if you swallow, I need to know… What are you doing next Thursday?”

Parker didn’t so much as grin. “Next.”

“It’s my turn now, right?”

“Yes, Haven. It’s your turn.”

“About goddamn time.” He turned to Parker. “Is my story over with?”

I blinked. “Seriously? You have the chance to embarrass him and you’re going to ask that?”

“Shut up and let him answer.”

“We’ll see.”

Haven reached toward the gun he carried in a shoulder holster. “Not good enough. Answer the question.”

Oscar stepped forward. “Hey, I was supposed to get a story. We already discussed it.”

Haven pushed out of the chair and stalked toward Oscar. The two of them bumped chests and began squabbling. Parker stood and turned to me. “Okay, thank you for letting me be on your blog, but I really have to go now.”

“But you didn’t answer Haven’s question.”

He grinned at me. “I know.”

And then the smug bastard walked out of the door, leaving me to deal with Haven and Oscar sniping at one another. And the knowledge that one day he’d get back at me for this.

 

 

And here's everything else you need to know about this great series...

 

Title: Haven’s War

Series: Safe Haven #2

Author: Parker Williams

Genre: M/M Dark w/ Romantic Elements

Release: June 26, 2017

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35410951-haven-s-war

 

Blurb:

With Haven on an extended honeymoon with Sammy, bad guys around the world are breathing a lot easier. No one is better at permanently removing these lowlifes who target children—and the brutal murder of two teenage girls makes clear it’s past time to return to work. Haven’s first assignment back results in a new family member and a renewed sense of urgency to protect and avenge the innocent.

 

There is nothing ‘usual’ about the business of hunting predators, but when several of Haven’s fellow agents are killed, a pattern emerges. The hunters have become the prey, tools in a bitter vendetta for a perceived wrong.

 

Despite years of working alone, when the target shifts to someone unexpected, Haven calls in reinforcements—a friend to stand between the family he loves and a ruthless killer. Teamwork may be the only way to win this fight—unless it’s already too little, too late.

 

Haven tries to approach this as he would any other assignment. Find your enemy and make sure they suffer before you eliminate them. But when a member of his team goes off-book and ends up dead, everything changes. It’s no longer a battle.

 

Now it’s war.

 

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In the Series:

 

Haven’s Creed (Safe Haven #1)

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Author Bio:

Parker Williams believes that true love exists, but it always comes with a price. No happily ever after can ever be had without work, sweat, and tears that come with melding lives together.

 

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Excerpt:

PROLOGUE

 

He glanced up at the evening sky. A haze enveloped the quarter moon, giving everything an ethereal glow. Though the night would be considered sultry, it lent itself to romance, walking hand in hand with someone you cared for, sharing whispered words, promises that might last an evening or be the foundation for a lifetime commitment. These people had no idea how quickly something like love could be ripped away, how those things said to one another would be worth less than the air you spent on saying them.

He shook his head. Now he needed to focus, not lose himself in memories of what might have been if things had been different. God, how he wished things could have been different.

The street could only be described as quaint. Small houses, each nearly identical to the next, but with a few tweaks that marked them as individual. The place he focused on had a small flowerbed, bursting with a variety of a flower he knew, but couldn’t recall the name. Tulips, maybe?

The slate gray siding, the maroon shutters on the windows, and the solar-powered pathway to the door that lit up in beautiful colors at night. The overall effect could only be described as charming. A lot of love went into making the house something special. It reminded him of what he’d lost.

He’d taken refuge in a house across from the home for six days, getting the lay of the land, taking note of the occupants’ arrival and departure schedule. Then every night, he drifted off, thinking about the place. It had been a dream of theirs, to own a little farm of their own, where no one would send them off to the corners of the world to handle problems. And for one very brief instant, they’d achieved it. But that dream had died in more ways than one. One day it was there, the next it was gone, as ephemeral as if it had never existed.

He tugged the collar of his black jacket and wished for a cool breeze. The earlier rain had sent the humidity soaring, and sweat was building up under his bulletproof vest, matting the sparse hairs. What he wouldn’t give for a tall glass of iced tea about now. He tried again, lifting the bottom of the vest up, hoping to let a little air in to cool him down, but nothing helped. He glanced at his watch. He’d need to make his move tonight. No way could he stand to be in this place any longer. The memories and wistful dreams alone threatened to drown him, but this heat had him sweating to the point where even he could smell himself. When he grabbed a coffee at the convenience store down the street while his target was out, the man behind the counter had a hand on the phone. Probably thought he was a vagrant. He sure as hell looked like one. He hadn’t showered in days, and his dark blond hair felt greasy to the touch. The beard he’d grown over the last year hadn’t seen a razor either. He looked like shit.

When he heard the hum of an engine on the quiet street, he crouched down. Though his patience had long ago come to an end, he needed to see this through. He would wait as he’d been trained, even if every fiber of his being rebelled against the idea. Still, he was an assassin, and he had a job to do.

The woman—Sarah, according facts he’d assembled—slid from the driver’s seat, her blond hair pulled back into a ponytail. She laughed at something the other occupant shouted, then opened the rear door of the van. It took several minutes for her to get set, then she stepped away as a ramp slid down to allow the man in the back to wheel out and be lowered to the ground. She bent over and kissed him, then walked to the passenger side where she took a baby from the car seat. She held the child up, and then blew a raspberry on his belly, which caused the kid to laugh and wiggle. Regret tore through him. He wished there could be another way, but two months ago he’d approached the man—Daniel Tollifson—there had been angry words exchanged, as well as the threat of police involvement. He couldn’t allow that, because there would be no one else to take down his ultimate target.

He forced himself to focus on the here and now. He needed to remain detached. Better to not let facts like these intrude on his mission—a few weeks ago, he’d gone to Daniel, begging for information. He’d been rebuffed. That wouldn’t be the case today.

If the man wouldn’t help him when he asked, then he’d have to find another way to get his message across. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a photo of a man whose smile had never wavered. Terry had been his whole world, and then had been ripped away from him in a matter of moments. All he wanted had been the name of the person responsible. Why couldn’t Daniel see he wasn’t asking for much? How would he feel if it had been his wife? Or his child?

Daniel disengaged himself from the ramp, and Sarah started to come around to the other side. It had to be now.

He’d run out of tears a lifetime ago, but again he wished he had another alternative. He didn’t. He raised the rifle and peered through the sights. The woman and baby had gotten too near the man, and he refused to hurt the innocent. Not like Terry had been. He lowered his weapon.

He waited while the two were engaged in conversation. She touched her husband’s face, then bent down to blow a raspberry on his cheek, which had them both laughing. She held out the baby to him and gestured to the chair. He frowned, shook his head, and waved her off. She laughed and stuck out her tongue, dodging the swat he attempted to lay on her ass, then strode to the house, singing something loud and only slightly off-key. Her husband yelled something about the neighbors, and she merely laughed. He could see the obvious love the two of them shared, and that made what he had to do even more difficult.

Regret tore through him. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, no longer sure who the sympathy was for.

She opened the front door, and her husband began to roll toward the house. Now would be his chance. Despite his misgivings, he had to take it. He again raised the rifle, closed one eye, and locked in on his target. The wheelchair stopped at the curb, and the man tried unsuccessfully to move it. He called out to Sarah, an edge of frustration in his voice. She laughed and took eight steps toward him when the trigger of the M24 he held in slightly trembling hands depressed, and a loud bang split the quiet suburban street. Less than a second passed before Daniel’s head exploded, blood and other materials spattering his wife and child. For a moment, she stood there, eyes wide. She gripped the baby close to her chest, and then screamed.

Before the echo died away, he had already scurried off into the night.

It wasn’t a perfect shot. He could hear Terry cursing at him, making him do it again and again until he got it right. But Terry had died, and though two years had passed, he would finally be avenged.

Daniel Tollifson had been the first, but there was no doubt he wouldn’t be the last. Though he didn’t want to kill anyone, there had to be a penalty for those who refused to help him get justice for Terry. He needed to track down and eliminate the person who’d been responsible.

No matter who had to die in the process.

 

 

Trailer for Haven’s Creed:   (Warning: This may be considered a trigger for some people. The images used in the video are stock photos and not real pictures of violence against children.)

 

 

 

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