Black Irish by Tricia Andersen: Character INterview and Excerpt
character interview with Sloan O'Riley, the hero of Black Irish...
Tell us about your family. The only living member of my family is my little sister, Maggie. She is a nurse looking to begin medical school in the United States. There isn't much I know about her - we have been separated for nearly 20 years. My father and older brother were killed in a bomb blast in my father's butcher shop. My mother recently died of cancer.
What book are you reading now? I found Abigail's copy of Karen Marie Moning's Dreamfever and started reading it. I'm intrigued. I like the character Jericho Barrons. And it gives me some ideas of things I can try with Abigail. *winks*
What are your favorite TV shows?: I don't watch much TV. I am constantly on the go with my business. However, I do enjoy relaxing to ESPN.
What songs are most played on your Ipod? Currently it is a toss up between Rob Zombie and Vivaldi. It depends on my mood or the activity I am doing.
Who should play you in a film? WWE wrestler Wade Barrett. There aren't many Brits I like - I have a few friends in London. But I like him. We think alike.
What would we find under your bed? I normally keep my home very neat and orderly. There was nothing under my bed. However the other day I noticed there was something under there. Abigail has stacked several piles of books under there for when she wants to read in bed. So many books...
What makes you happy? Abigail. She makes me happy. No one has touched my heart like she does. Just looking in her hazel eyes makes my heart race. She is the only thing I need in the world. Nothing else matters.
What is the next big thing? I purchased a fledging real estate complex in San Francisco and formed it into a retail/residential/business complex. It was such a hit I've had several requests to build more. I've started a new company, Sloan Enterprises, to continue in this venture. And, of course, Abigail and I will be releasing three more children's books in the near future.
Abbey couldn’t believe he was gay. She nearly ran away from her dreams of being a children’s book writer when she was introduced to her illustrator Sloan O’Riley, a dark, sensual Irishman with incredible blue eyes. He certainly couldn’t be good for Abbey’s relationship with her boyfriend back in Iowa. How could she stay in New York and work with the sinfully sexy Sloan even if he was gay? And when Sloan is threatened to be deported, how far would Abbey go to keep him in the US?
Sloan was forced to tell a little white lie. He had no choice. He couldn’t let the sweet, beautiful, Abbey Wright flee from his life – not without a chance to explore the sudden desire he felt for her. But what would Abbey do if she ever discovered the truth about Sloan’s sexuality – or learned the deeper, darker secret he’s been hiding?
The next morning, within twenty-four
hours of Abbey’s “proposal,” Sloan paced the floor of the courthouse, the heels
of his Italian leather boots clicking against the cocoa and bronze patterned
marble. He stopped to glance at his watch.
Robert laughed at his best friend.
“Why exactly didn’t you come here together?”
Sloan glared at him. “Abbey had to
get dressed, style her hair, and apply her makeup. Plus, it’s bad luck for the
groom to see the bride before the wedding.”
“Does that include fake ones?”
Sloan’s stare turned icy. “It isn’t
“When are you consummating your
A sly grin crept across Sloan’s
face. “Don’t you worry when I will consummate my marriage. It will happen soon
Sloan spun around, distracted by the
sound of heels against the marble. He looked up to find Abbey discreetly
sprinting across the courthouse floor with Gordon close behind. His breath
caught in his throat at the sight of her. Her dress was white, the halter-top
strap caressing the back of her neck. The empire waist peaked just below her
breasts. A full, flowing skirt fell to just above her bare knees.
Her hair was pinned to the top of
her head with ringlets of curls cascading alongside her face and down her back.
A pair of white satin pumps skidded to a halt as she stood before him,
breathless from her run.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured in
“Thank you,” she gushed.
“Sloan,” Robert interrupted. “Judge
Goldstein only has a fifteen minute window to fit you in today. You need to go
Sloan sighed then took Abbey’s hand
in his. “Of course. Let’s go.”
Sloan led Abbey through the
corridors of the courthouse, followed by Robert and Gordon. Pushing open a
dark-stained door with a frosted glass window, he motioned her in.
Inside sat a man huddled over a
stack of papers on a desk of the same dark-stained wood as the door. His salt
and pepper hair was combed over his balding head. The freshly pressed robe he
wore draped down from his shoulders. He looked up at them through the
spectacles on his nose then smiled and stood to greet them.
The justice shook Sloan’s hand
emphatically as he quipped about some recent city legislation they had both
been part of—legislation that Sloan’s influence had swung in Judge Goldstein’s
favor. Abbey stared at Sloan, puzzled. She knew he had money. She knew he had
an immense artistic talent. But he has political power too? What deep, dark
secrets does he have?
Judge Goldstein turned back to his
desk to retrieve a book then turned and faced them again. Abbey’s heart caught
in her throat. This was it—her wedding day. True, it wasn’t a real wedding with
the big, white dress, the five-tiered cake, and hundreds of guests. In fact,
her soon-to-be husband was gay. But at the end of this, she would be Mrs. Sloan
O’Riley. She glanced around the cold chambers then back to Sloan.
Instead of her heart clenching in
regret, it fluttered rapidly in excitement. She wrapped her arm around his,
hugging it to her. He looked down to her, his ice blue eyes shining brightly as
he beamed at her. Then, he softly nudged her, turning her attention to the
“Ms. Wright?” Judge Goldstein
”Do you take Mr. O’Riley as your
Abbey’s eyes shot from him to Sloan
as she felt her face flush hot. She didn’t want to know what shade of red her
cheeks now were. “I do.” she squeaked.
“And Sloan, do you take Ms. Wright
as your wedded wife?”
Sloan’s gaze was soft and gentle.
“Oh, yes. I absolutely do.”
“Do you have rings to exchange?”
Sloan reached into his slacks
pocket. After a few moments of digging within the cloth, his hand returned with
the simple gold bands. He gave the larger of the two to Abbey and kept the
smaller for himself.
Abbey was oblivious to the justice’s
words as she pushed the ring onto Sloan’s finger. She let go a tiny squeal of
excitement as she watched him slide her band into place against one Michael had
already given her. Sloan clasped her hand in his as he chuckled at her
“By the power invested in me by the
State of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the
bride,” Judge Goldstein announced.
Her eyes locked onto Sloan’s mouth
as he gathered her into his arms. She felt an ache deep in every nerve to know
what his kiss would feel like. A wave of disappointment hit her. It will
only be a quick peck. He is gay after all.
As Sloan’s lips engulfed hers, Abbey
quickly discovered how wrong she was. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she
sank into his kiss. She let out a sigh as he pried her mouth apart and dove
deeper. His warm breath, the softness of his lips, the sensation of his large,
powerful hands holding her close—it all made her dizzy and giddy at the same
time. She clung to him as they finally parted.
Steadying her, Sloan smiled, a
sweet, seductive glimmer sparkling in his eyes. “Shall we go to lunch to
celebrate, Mrs. O’Riley?”
Abbey giggled. “Of course.”
They paraded arm in arm through the
courthouse all the way to the curb, where Gordon had the Hummer waiting. Sloan
opened the car door, waving both Gordon and Robert away, then offered his hand
to Abbey. Once she was settled in her seat, Sloan climbed in beside her. He
took the hand smoothing the white satin of her skirt and held it tight in his
as they pulled into the busy downtown traffic.
“Thank you, Abigail, for doing this.
I truly appreciate it.” Sloan moved this thumb in a soft caress.
“I’m glad to help. What’s next?”
“I’ll apply for my green card
tomorrow. I have several business matters to attend to today.” He paused then
pulled his hand free. “I almost forgot.”
Sloan pulled his suit coat open and
reached into the inside pocket. He pulled free a white, finely woven envelope
tied closed with a burgundy cord. “My wedding gift to you.”
“But I didn’t get you anything.”
“It doesn’t matter. Open it.”
Abbey unlaced the string from the
envelope and opened it. She reached inside, pulling out a single ticket. Her
eyes opened wide as she read the print on the paper. “Phantom of the Opera!
Sloan grinned proudly. “Front row.
“How did you get this?”
Sloan’s smile grew deeper. “I have
She threw her arms around his neck,
hugging him tight. “Thank you.”
As Abbey pulled free from his
embrace, she fought to control the disappointment on her face.
Sloan searched her face, his eyes
filled with concern. “What is it, Abigail?”
“I’m sorry. I really love this,” she
defended. “Thank you. But something this incredible…I was hoping to share it
Sloan’s deep, sexy smirk returned.
Abbey stared at his lips, the sensation of his kiss flooding her mind again.
Shaking herself from her daze, she noticed Sloan pull his jacket open again to
produce a second ticket.
“As I said, I have business to
attend to today. I’ll meet you there in time for the show. Then we will get
supper afterwards. That is, if that’s all right with you?”
Abbey let go a lovesick sigh as her
euphoric smile returned. “That will be perfect.”
Tricia Andersen lives in Iowa with her husband, Brian and her three children – her sons, Jake and Jon, and her daughter, Alex. She graduated from the University of Iowa with a Bachelor of Arts in English and from Kirkwood Community College with an Associate of Arts degree in Communications Media/Public Relations. Along with writing (which she loves to do), Tricia coaches and participates in track and field, reads, sews and is involved in many of her children's activities.
Tricia is a member of the Romance Writers of America.