I’m very excited to be interviewing Verity Fortune today. Verity is the heroine from writing mate, Erica Hayes’ awesome new release, Scorched (our now with Harper Collins Impulse). Scorched has it all, a kick butt heroine of the superhero variety and an action packed romance. Check it out now. (And what about that cover?)
I’m Verity Fortune, crime-fighter. Y’know, the superpowered kind, with the costume and the mask? I come from a long family tradition of crime-fighters. My dad, my uncle, my brother and sister – we’re all in the game. Hell, someone’s gotta keep this city safe from villains…okay, so maybe I haven’t done such a great job lately. The last time I met my archenemy —this pyromaniac psycho called Razorfire, and no, you really don’t want to meet him —I lost, big time. But that won’t last, I promise you that.
Are you the hero of your own story?
Heh. That’s what the villains think, right? But yeah, sure. I try to do the right thing. I wouldn’t be a crime-fighter if I didn’t believe the battle between good and evil is worth fighting. Whether you can win it, and still be a hero? That’s a whole different sack of eels.
Do you embrace conflict?
Conflict is my middle name. You won’t see me running from a fight. Especially not with him. Bring it on.
How do your friends see you?
Well, y’know, I don’t have a lot of friends. Too honest, I guess. I tend to blurt out whatever’s on my mind, even if it’s a bit rude. Heh. If they can’t take it? Screw ’em. But the friends I do have? They think I’m pretty cool. I don’t give them guilt trips, or get on their case about insignificant mistakes. And once the work’s done, I know how to have a good time!
How do your enemies see you?
I hope they fear me as a tough opponent. It irks me no end that Razorfire probably thinks I’m easy game now. I mean, I shouldn’t care what that psycho thinks of me, right? But I don’t like being easily beaten. I’ll prove him wrong. Just you wait.
Do you have a goal?
Revenge, baby. That bastard Razorfire didn’t just beat me, oh, no. That’d be too merciful for him. He locked me in this mediaeval hellhole of a lunatic asylum and had me tortured for months. I’m scarred, my memories are broken, I have this little problem with remembering who I am sometimes. I barely escaped alive. So he’s got it coming, and I’m the one to give it to him.
So yeah. My goals are vengeance, then staying alive. In that order.
Do you talk about your achievements?
I’m proud of what I’ve done to keep this city safe. I’ve put my butt on the line a dozen times to rescue innocent people from villains. It’s not my fault that normal people don’t want to hear about it afterwards. If they’re squeamish about a little bit of blood and violence? Suck it up, folks. It’s your lives we’re saving.
Do you have any special strengths?
My superpower is telekinesis. I can move stuff with my mind, fling myself through the air, that kind of thing. It’s like a secret muscle that I flex in my brain. So what if it’s a bit unreliable, especially since Razorfire threw me in that nut house? It’s all good. I’m in control. I’m cool. No, really.
Do you have money troubles?
No. The cover for my family’s crime-fighting enterprises is a multi-million-dollar futuristic weapons technology company called FortuneCorp. Let’s just say no one ever went broke building weapons.
But still, Dad brought us up to be frugal. He’s a self-made guy and he didn’t want a bunch of over-entitled snots for kids. And I think we turned out pretty well-adjusted. Except maybe my big brother Adonis, who swans about in designer suits and dates supermodels —but really, he’s just playing the secret identity game to the max. He’ll dump it all in an instant when there’s work to be done.
Are you lucky?
No, I’m telekinetic. My little brother Chance is the lucky one. Luck is his superpower. I swear, that dude could swim through piranha-infested waters in a hail of gunfire while it was raining grand pianos and nothing would hit him. On the other hand, when he unleashes his power on someone he doesn’t like? They’ll have a really bad day. My advice: don’t mess with Chance. Or any of us.
Has anyone ever betrayed you?
Someone did. Someone in my own family. That’s how Razorfire beat me. And when I find out who it was? There’ll be blood…but there’ll be tears, too. My own damn family. Jeez. It makes me want to scream.
Do you have any distinguishing marks?
I do now. This dirty great scar on my face? Courtesy of Razorfire and my time in that horrid asylum. I’ve never been pretty, but doing this to me was spiteful. But hey, no point crying about what’s done. All bets are off now. If he wants to play in the gutter? I’ll be right down there with him.
Did you get along with your parents?
My mother was killed by a villain when I was eight, so I never really knew her. Our family was never really the same after that. I remember watching Dad weep over her body, and realising for the first time that he wasn’t immortal —and that I probably wasn’t, either. After that, my big brother Adonis sort of became my mom.
Dad…well, Dad is the boss of our crime-fighting family, and he doesn’t take shit from anyone. His superpower is shadow. He’s not an affectionate father — more one of those aloof and respectful parents who treats you like a grown-up. Adonis is his favourite, sure, but Dad trusts me, which is more important than affection, right?
Who was your first love?
Mostly, I’m a love-em-and-leave-em girl. It’s kind of easy to get laid when you’re a superhero. A lot of guys think a masked chick in a catsuit is hot —and the secret identity thing means no strings. It’s a win-win! These days, my face is scarred pretty badly, thanks to Razorfire and his torture goons. Good thing I get to wear a mask, eh?
But I don’t remember ever being in love. I told you my memories were broken in that asylum, right? Well, love is one of those murky parts of my past. Sometimes, I get a flash of something warm and precious in the dark, and I grab for it…but then it’s gone. Sigh. Just my luck.
If you were stranded on a desert island, who would you rather be stranded with, a man or a woman?
I don’t really care, so long as they’re not a whiner. I’d want to be stranded with someone who’d jump to and get on with getting us the hell out of there.
If we were really stranded for good, and there’d be recreational sex happening to alleviate boredom? It’d have to be a guy. Sorry, ladies.
In a world where everyone wears a mask, you can’t trust anyone… not even yourself.
Verity Fortune was once Sapphire City’s top crime-fighter, wielding her powers of telekinesis to battle the city’s most despicable villains.
Now, she’s consumed by a single burning desire: revenge. Against those who took away her mask, her memory, and nearly her life.
Having escaped from the asylum they left her to rot in, Verity dons her mask once again and becomes the Seeker, a vigilante warrior for truth.
But when she unwittingly uncovers an evil conspiracy deep within her own family, she’s suddenly on the run, alone and hunted by those she thought were on her side…
HarperImpulse website http://www.harperimpulseromance.com/books/scorched
Erica Hayes was a law student, an air force officer, an editorial assistant and a musician, before finally landing her dream job: fantasy and romance writer.
She writes dark paranormal and urban fantasy romance, and her books feature tough, smart heroines and colourful heroes with dark secrets.
She hails from Australia, where she drifts from city to city, leaving a trail of chaos behind her. Currently, she’s terrorizing the wilds of Northumberland.
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