We are thrilled to have an interview with
the Hero of LOST REPUTATION, Victor Cruz
How did you first meet your writer? First, I should introduce myself. My name is Victor Cruz,
but most people call me Vic. My writer plucked me from my life and sat me in a
math class with this girl, Casey. I was instantly intrigued.
Did you ever think that your life
would end up being in a book? Mine? No. I don’t
think I’m anything special.
What are your favorite scenes in
your book: the action, the dialog or the romance? Any
scene with Casey in it makes my life worth living in this book. Of course, any
romantic scene is better, but I’ll take what I can get.
Did you have a hard time convincing
your author to write any particular scenes for you? Si.
I wanted to get together with Casey from the beginning, but my author made
Casey push me away. I didn’t think that
was very nice.
Do you infiltrate your writer’s
dreams? The only dreams I want to appear in are
Casey’s.
Are you happy with the genre your
writer has placed you in? Si, especially since she
wrote me in with Casey.
If you could rewrite anything in
your book, what would it be? I’d make Casey like me
from the minute our eyes met. Then I would claim her as my own and live happily
ever after with her.
Do you like the way the book ended? Si!
Would you be interested in a sequel,
if your writer was so inclined? Si! As long as
Casey is there, write me in!
Do have any secret aspirations that
your author doesn’t know about? Si. I wish she
would write more of my expertise in Spanish. It’s a beautiful language and I’m
fluent in it. She doesn’t know much Spanish, but maybe I can convince her to
add it in a future book.
What
do you do for a living? I’m a student, but I plan
on becoming a pharmacist.
What
is your greatest fear? Being sent back to Spain. I
want to stay in the US with Casey and my family.
What
do you wear when you go to sleep? Wouldn’t you like
to know?
What are you proudest of? The confidence I gained since coming to America. I was a
scrawny, scared kid who could barely speak English when I got here, but
thankfully, I’ve grown, learned to speak English well, and become more
comfortable with who I am.
What word makes you the happiest? Casey.
How do you react when people sing
“Happy Birthday” to you in a restaurant? It’s never
happened to me before, but I suspect I would sing right along with everyone!
May as well enjoy the attention!
What’s your favorite animal? Horses. They are such magnificent animals, and they
remind me of back home in Spain.
Have you ever thought about
getting a tattoo, what would it be and where? If not, what if you had to? I have, but my author probably wouldn’t give me one. I
think I would consider getting CB tattooed on both biceps.
Thanks
again for visiting with us today !!!!
LOST REPUTATION
Kimberly Ann Miller
Romance/Contemporary/Suspense/Young
Adult
Evernight Teen Publishing/237 pages
When she exposes a teacher’s shameful
secret, threats start, demanding she stop spreading the vicious rumors. Casey
blows it off and keeps on writing. Even sexy Victor Cruz, the hot senior with
the adorable accent who chases after Casey and tries to protect her, fails to
convince her to keep her mouth shut. But things only get worse as she ignores
the warnings, and soon, Casey must decide if exposing the truth is more
important to her than her life.
Excerpt:
I laughed at the memory as I locked
up the newsroom and rushed to my next class. I still had a smile on my face as
I plopped down on my seat in the back row of calculus. Victor Cruz, my secret
crush, entered the room. My pulse reacted to his presence, but, thank God, no
other part of me did that he could see. I didn’t want to be lusting after
anyone this year because I was planning on working hard toward my college goals
and didn’t need the distraction.
The worst thing was, Charli told me
he gave his ex-girlfriend some rash because he cheated on her. I so did
not do the sexually transmitted diseases thing, and I definitely had zerorespect
for cheaters. Not even for a hunk like him, who obviously screwed around and
didn’t care if he got girls sick.
But damn, did this guy make my
insides quiver. He was totally hot. His parents moved to New Jersey
from Spain during middle school when Vic was scrawny and didn’t speak much
English. When senior year started a month ago, no one recognized him because
he’d grown ten inches, gained fifty pounds—of muscle—and must have taken some
classes in style because, damn, the boy knew how to dress to show off his
build.
Loose jeans with a belt, black boots,
and a black, long-sleeved tee only made him sexier. And the way he walked? It
should’ve been a crime. He had a swagger about him that rivaled any of the good
old boys of Hollywood. Watching it made me quiver in places I didn’t know could
quiver.
But it wasn’t just his looks that
held me captive. He had the values of an old-fashioned guy—holding the door
open for girls, helping them with heavy stuff, defending them when guys were
too rough or mean.
If it wasn’t for that wild partying
side of him … sigh.
As he approached his seat, I couldn’t
help but stare at his thighs, mesmerized by the fluid sway they made with each
step.
He caught me staring and raised a
thick black brow. I diverted my eyes and pretended to be very interested in the
junior’s notebook next to me. But I didn’t even know his name. Ugh.
Vic slid into his seat next to me and
winked at the girls that were staring at him.
They always stared at him.
I rolled my eyes. But when I felt his
eyes on me, I shifted in my seat, fighting the funny tingle in my stomach that
came from looking at him.
The other problem was, besides being
a distraction, Vic knew how sexy he’d become. He acted so cocky and confident,
I wanted to smack the grin off his face and remind him that not long ago, he
could have passed for a ten-year-old boy who couldn’t speak English or speak to
girls.
But, whatever. He had a harem now, so
good for him. And shiny black hair, smooth, bronze skin, and deep brown eyes
that … never mind. Didn’t matter anyway.
Kylie sauntered over to him, swaying
her hips so hard, I wondered how they didn’t dislocate. She leaned over his
back and wrapped her arms around his ample shoulders, pressing her boobs into
his back. I’m sure he loved that. “Hey, Vic. Busy this weekend? My parents are
out of town, and we can go riding if you want. I’ll pack us a lunch.” She ran
her fingernails over his chest as she spoke, clearly enjoying the feel of him.
He pulled her fingers off him and
slipped out of her grasp. “Sorry, I’m busy, but thanks for asking.”
She leaned into him again, making
sure to press her boobs into his neck. I rolled my eyes so hard, they almost
didn’t return to face front. That would suck. What would I tell the nurse? I
was looking at my brain instead of in front of me and I needed an eye
adjustment?
“Maybe another time, okay?”
Vic nodded once. “Si.”
I pulled out my phone to check
messages, done with listening to the vixen and her attempts at charming the
hottest guy in school.
“Hey, Casey,” he said in his sexy
Spanish accent. He had this way of dragging out the end of my name, making it
sound like Kay Seee.
It was both unsettling and adorable,
so I just grunted at him. How else could I get anything done with him around?
About the Author:
Kimberly Ann Miller received
Bachelor's degrees from Georgian Court University and Rutgers University and a
Master's degree from The University of Medicine and Dentistry of New
Jersey. She is an avid reader and particularly enjoys true crime and
young adult novels. She grew up in New Jersey and currently resides
in Monmouth County with her husband and cats. When she’s not writing, she loves
to travel to sunny islands where she snorkels by day and stargazes by
night. She always takes her Nook with her.
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