Beefcake Preview Club Night: Jafar

Anne, with The Hunt what kind of world are we – the reader – stepping in to and who do we get to meet?

A fantasy world with Egyptian overtones.

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: Of course. Are you volunteering to run in our Hunt?

Leontine: In my mind my angelic side goes; Oh gawd, what did I get myself in to *blush* I just had to shoot my mouth of didn’t I. On the other hand, my devilish side is whispering in my ear; Will I ever get such an adventure?! My mouth says: At the end of the night I’ll give you my answer to that question *wink*

After getting comfortable in the booth I ask him what he drinks and we get the questionnaire going.

General:
Jafar, can you give us some details regarding yourself and your story?
Cover of The Hunt & book details The Hunt

Anne Marsh - THE HUNT
ISBN 978-0-505-52824-7
Dorchester LOVE SPELL
October 2009

USA $6.99

Synopsis:

No matter how they try to flee, the virgins who enter the twisting tunnels of the Guardians are destined to be caught. Actually, most don’t try too hard. The stories of warriors who can take on Cat form, of lovers who can make a woman scream with pleasure, are just too enticing. But Miu is no virgin, and she’s joined the Hunt with her own agenda. After she steals the moonstone necklace she’s been sent for, she has no intention of becoming some Cat’s tasty morsel. Too late she discovers these kitties have some deliciously kinky habits, and the dark hunter on her trail isn’t about to let impudent thievery go without punishment of the most exquisite kind.

~Profile Jafar~:

Name:
Just Jafar. We don’t need long names in the temple. We know who we belong to. Who our pack is.

Age:

I’ve lived among humans for centuries. Before that, I was in the vortex.

Body build
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.

Hair:
Dark hair woven into hundreds of braids that are fastened with small topazes.

Eyes:
Gold.

Personality:

Most humans see just the stone-faced Guardian laying down the law. I’m an alpha and there’s no getting around that. When I really, really want something—someone—I act on my desire. Sexual tension is great; once I want you, I’m getting you into my arms. But it’s more than hot sex—and I promise you, the sex is really hot—I want you. All of you. Mind, body and soul. Yeah, I’m alpha and I can’t be anything other than what I am, but there’s a male behind the alpha mask and, if you can coax him out, I just might be putty in your hands. I’ve got a dark sense of humor and a chivalric streak a mile wide that’s got me into trouble before. And once I figure out what you need, I’ll give it to you. No matter what.

Favorite weapon?
Shortknife. Or my hands. I want my opponent close.

Turn on?
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.

Favorite drink?
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 101:

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?

I’m a man of few words. Words get in the way of action.

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.”
“Run.”

“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.

Are you a fighter or a lover?

I’m a Guardian. A warrior. Feral. Primal. Those words describe me well. Defending and protecting comes first—and that includes making sure that nothing and no one gets to my femi, my mate. We’re fighting to defend this world against the Ifrit. The Ifrit can be difficult to stop— they’re ferocious fighters who send raiding parties through the Doorways that open between this world and theirs. My brothers and I stand guard, but when an Ifrit finds an unguarded Doorway to slip through things get brutal, fast.

If you have one, what is your favorite romantic setting?
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.

What piece of jewelry would you give your lady-love?

Bells. The rules of our Hunt are simple. Any female we find running in our temple during the weeklong hunt is fair game. Any one of us can place his bells on her. Mate her. Take her fast and hard or slow and sweet. And she can’t do a damn thing to stop us. If she comes here, to the temple, during the Hunt, she’s given her permission—whether she realizes it or not

Last movie you watched or book you’ve read?

I prefer natural history, science. I like facts. Give me David Attenborough, Richard Fortey, Diane Ackerman. But if there’s something my female’s read, I’d love for her to share it with me. Show me the hot, sexy bits that make you fantasize and I’ll give you those fantasies.

Where did you sleep last night?
Beside my mate. Where I belong.

What type of girl do you usually fall for?

I don’t. I was badly burned by a female I trusted; she turned out to be the enemy and killed my brother’s mate. Lesson learned. The Guardians are rewarded for their services with the annual Hunt. The humans we protect send us their virgins to choose from and these females run through the temple. If I catch her, she’s mine. Most of the females who come here for the Hunt don’t try too hard to escape—my brothers and I are sensual creatures. We love erotic games, but our goal is pleasure. For ourselves and the females we catch and mate. Miu intrigued me from the get-go because she ran harder, faster. I thrive on challenge and she wouldn’t admit that attraction blazed between us from the get-go. Plus, she’s got spirit, a feisty independence and a curiosity worthy of a Cat. I figured I could answer all her questions—about myself, about the Guardians, about herself. I wanted to show her a sensual side of herself that she didn’t know existed. Besides, she was going to get herself killed running around the damn temple. I wasn’t letting that happen on my watch.

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?

If we won the war against the Ifrits today, tomorrow I’d still be defending the temple. I swore a vow to Amun Ra and I keep my word. Always. If I had the chance, though, I’d explore Egip, my home world, some more. Seek out the hidden corners. When I chased Miu halfway across our world, I realized that there’s a whole other world aboveground. I’d like to se more in the company of the right woman.

Wooing the ladies with an excerpt:

CAUGHT!
“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
admit it.
He could live with that.
For now.
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.”

If you want a more intimate acquaintance with Jafar and Miu, scroll down to the second post for a hawt encounter. *fanning self*

I hope you enjoyed your time here at the Club Jafar, the ladies appreciate this very much!

The Hunt Giveaway:

Rules:

1: Follow my blog in my sidebar’s google friend connect widget and state in your comment that you are a follower.

2: leave a way for me to contact you!

3: My copy of book will be send to you via The Book Depository Store. Dorchester Publishing has graciously offered a copy to which they will send to the winner. And Anne Marsh has also offered a copy which she will send to the winner the moment she has her author copies received!

Winners will be announced on Friday September 11th!

Ladies, let’s have fun! :)

Your Beefcake Preview Club crew are:

Tristan:

The cocktail tonight is the Mojito and yes, the men are up for dancing the Mojito, even Aidan, he lost a bet *grin*

The Mojito has risen in the ranks to become of the most popular cocktails. It originated in Cuba, was second to the Daiguiri on Ernest Hemmingway's list of favorite cocktails and, since the 1980's, has become one of the more fashionable tropical cocktails. It's very simple, using mint and lime to accent the rum. Choose a premium rum like Bacardi for a spectacular Mojito.

Ingredients:
· 2 tsp sugar
· 6-8 mint leaves
· club soda
· 1 lime, halved
· 2 oz light rum (we will use Bacardi)
· mint sprig for garnish