I am so excited to welcome Guardian Jafar to the Preview Club. I sit across him in one of our booths and the first question I have to ask before I lose my nerve is; “Jafar, is it at all possible for me to see you in your Cat form?”
Jafar, can you give us some details regarding yourself and your story?
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Dorchester LOVE SPELL
Just Jafar. We don’t need long names in the temple. We know who we belong to. Who our pack is.
Large. Hard. I’m a male who can fill a tunnel and then some. Which is good. Life isn’t easy, even though it’s satisfying.
Dark hair woven into hundreds of braids that are fastened with small topazes.
Shortknife. Or my hands. I want my opponent close.
Running. A sexy, confident, curious woman who’s not afraid to ask for what she wants—or to take it. A woman who will let me explore her fantasies with her.
I don’t drink. My job is to defend and I won’t allow anything to stand in the way of my ability to perform that job. If I did, however, I’d be having a Charbay whiskey. A blunt, no-holds-barred, visceral punch of a drink. Straight. None of these blended, deceptively sweet drinks where you’re never sure what you’re getting. Or drinking.
Jafar, to prepare us for the big day of your story can you give a few quotes that speak of your “typical” behavior/humor/ attitude of yours?
Anne Marsh secretly tells us: Jafar is a big ole growly alpha, who doesn’t waste time on talk when he can be acting. He can be a bit barky with the orders, even though he’s issuing them for all the right reasons. A few quotes:
“Look before you leap, femi.”
“Don’t challenge me now, femi.”
“Oh, I’d be worried,” he said in that slow, honey-smooth drawl. “Did you take a long look at the male out there? Ever imagined a lover who could shift on you, so you don’t know if the beast pinning you to the wall is man or Cat?”
“I’d say it’s a matter of proof, love. Do you have anything stolen on you?”
“That’s what I do, femi. Day in. Day out. I come up here to report on one of the latest Doorways to open between our world and theirs. Amun Ra wants to known when that happens, so he can dispatch more of us if necessary. See, the temple is more than just a place for sticking dead people and those shiny trinkets to which you’re so partial. It’s a battleground, love, and we’re fighting a war here.”
“You can ask me to take you. And I will give you pleasure. You are my chosen mate. It is my duty. My pleasure.”
Jafar, it says that you are a Guardian but, a Guardian to what and how did you become one?
We guard the temple of Amun Ra, from both human and otherworldly threats. We spend our lives patrolling the catacombs beneath temple, protecting—and pursuing intruders. We have two forms: our human form and our Cat form, and we shift freely between the two, using whichever gives us the edge in a fight. Don’t steal from us—and don’t go where you are not invited, unless you want to become the prey to our predator.
Amun Ra, our alpha, pulled our spirits from the vortex and placed us in these bodies. The vortex is a river of souls, a place where you retain consciousness but no body. That endless, swirling, empty space pulls your essence in so many directions that you’re literally shredded. Amun Ra might be able to knit those shreds into a new Guardian, but the original Guardian was gone. You don’t forget the agonizing pain of stretching and pulling, either, and none of us would trade being Amun Ra’s invincible, otherworldly guards for a return to the vortex. He needs our help and we’re more than happy to give it and our loyalty in exchange for these bodies.
I found an underground chamber once, deep inside the temple. A bit of the roof fell in with time, letting just enough outside light inside see in the darkness. Even with your human eyes. It’s a kind of cenote, a naturally occurring hollow where water collects. Cool. Deep. A luscious indulgence when the summer heat bakes down on us. A perfect place for lovers to be alone and to explore each other.
What do you consider your personal pros and cons?
I’ll push you sexually. As Guardian, my werebeast and I need to dominate. Need to know that our mate trusts us to meet her sexual needs. Plus, it’s the one area I know I can keep her safe in. Where I can meet all your needs. Where you won’t be disappointed. And because maybe, if you trust me in our bedroom, you’ll trust me outside the bedroom as well. A male can always hope. And it will always be your choice—just choose. And run.
Where did you sleep last night?
Beside my mate. Where I belong.
What type of girl do you usually fall for?
Do you have any talents?
I’m a mean hand with a knife and an outstanding tracker. I know how to protect what’s mine.
Who are the people you would have at your back in hard times?
My pack. My alpha, Amun Ra. And, of course, my mate, Miu.
What are your plans for tomorrow?
Wooing the ladies with an excerpt:
“Open up,” he demanded, inhaling her scent, drawing
her taste deep inside him as she gasped in reaction. Her
lips parted, let him invade her hot sweetness and he was
lost, his Cat purring with a sensual recognition he’d never
found before. His femi wanted him, even if she wouldn’t
He could live with that.
Later, later he could teach her to revel in his dominance.
Hear the whispered pleas she’d give him for her own sensual
satisfaction. In time, she’d give him that. Right now, he
wanted just one word.
“Give me your name.”
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· 6-8 mint leaves
· club soda
· 1 lime, halved
· 2 oz light rum (we will use Bacardi)
· mint sprig for garnish