Please Welcome Max from Of Course I Try

1. Good evening, Max. Can you tell our readers a little about yourself?
Hello and thank you for having me here.

A little about myself? I'm an investor, which means I make money by purchasing land and antiques at a bargain and reselling them for what they are truly worth. It's the world's easiest way to make a living, especially in this economy. To be honest though, when people are selling something for far less than it's worth due to need, I tend to throw in a little something extra. I've learned over the years that karma's a bitch, so I try to take care of good, honest people when I can.

The antiques are because of my love of history, specifically the first half of the twentieth century. Too many people neglect that era in favor of the imagined splendor of earlier periods or the nostalgia of the fifties forward. Every time has its hardships, but most ignore the work of the downtrodden in favor of riches. To me the time from World War I to World War II saw our nation in the most agony it's ever suffered, and the beauty that arose from the smoke and ashes is simply astounding.

(shakes off a faraway look)

I'm also fond of beautiful women and a good glass of wine—preferably red.

2. You seem to be a pretty take charge guy. Do you find that women respond to that quality?
While I don't let people walk all over me, I wouldn't necessarily consider myself take-charge. To me that implies ordering others around, and I don't like to do that. Especially since I have the ability to make you do whatever I want, even against your will. (pauses a moment while he lets that comment sink in) Using such powers to control people would make me little more than an animal, and an animal with a small brain at that. And I refuse to believe I'm not better than that.

I'd rather read people and lead them to what it is they really want. In my experience, an equal number of women are repelled by that as are drawn to it. Being with a man who can see that deeply into your soul is a frightening prospect for some.

3. How old are you?
That's a rather impertinent question now isn't it? Perhaps I should turn it around on you. How old do you think I am? (laughs after a long pause) Let's just say I'm old enough to know how to stay out of trouble and young enough to dive headfirst into it anyway.

4. What is it like working with your author – is she susceptible to your charms?
Seleste is…stubborn—she rarely listens to my advice on how things should go—but I know in her own way she adores me. Worships me really. You should see the dreamy expression she gets when she looks at my picture and plots the next bit of torture she plans to inflict. If I wasn't already so committed to Jocelyn…but I digress.
For those of you who are so inclined, here's a little snapshot into the way Seleste sees me (excerpt from Of Course I Try):
I cry out his name. The only word that matters. Max.
Soon enough, I can't even feel. Then there is nothing.
When I wake in the morning, everything is hazy. I remember coming over, remember the sex. The incredible, mind-altering sex, but then I'm blank. It isn't the first time.
There's a note on the pillow next to me.
Jocelyn,
I'm glad you came back. You have no idea how much I missed you.
Love forever,
Max
Something clicks in my brain, and I realize it isn't the first time I've read those words either.

5. How can readers reach you and buy your book?
The easiest way to reach me currently is through Seleste, she handles all my mail at her email: selestedelaney@gmail.com

As for my book, that is available at www.decadentpublishing.com as well as Amazon, All Romance Ebooks, Smashwords, 1 Romance Ebooks, and quite possibly other online retailers.

6. Anything you’d like to add?
Yes, a lot of people judge me by what they first see, but I'd caution them that there is much more to me than what is on the surface. Don't judge a book simply by its cover and that sort of thing.

Thank you very much for having me here.

Have a happy and safe Halloween, and as always, I recommend garlic and wolfsbane. Actually, skip the garlic—it doesn't work at all.