I may be exaggerating a little.
I’m super proud of these books which I co-wrote with the amazingly talented Sarina Bowen.
I’ve seen a few comments float up from the ether and the one that’s the loudest is:
“How on earth am I supposed to get hot and bothered by a character named Braht?”
Hmm. This is valid question. I’ve been waiting for someone to interview me about this, but no one has asked. (I’m thinking maybe because they don’t know Who The Fuck Tanya Eby Is. See here.)
So in an effort to address this issue, I’ve decided to interview myself. Actually, I’m letting Evil Tanya take over and ask the hard questions of Sweet & Gentle Tanya (SGT).
Here is the transcript of that interview.
EVIL TANYA: What da fuck were you and Sarina thinking naming a character BRAHT in a romance novel?
SGT: Well, it wasn’t really a thought, it was more of just how he appeared. He rose up from the primordial slush all fit and buffed and with super good hygiene and his name was Braht. You can’t blame me. Blame Sarina.
EVIL TANYA: Sarina had nothing to do with that. Sarina gives her characters great names like Dave and Jamie and Wes. BRAHT is a messed up name. Who wants to shout “Oh, Braht, do me! Do me harder, Braht!” while having sex?
SGT: Is that something you’d shout, really?
EVIL TANYA: No. I try to avoid names. I don’t want to embarrass anyone by saying the wrong one.
SGT: That’s what I thought. Look, Evil Tanya, you’ve got to trust me on this. There is a reason he’s called Braht. And he’s a great hero. He really is. He’s an alpha AND a beta. He’s the Alphabeta. The whole enchilada. He’s the bratwurst on a bun.
EVIL TANYA: Methinks someone has a sausage obsession.
SGT: Look, Sarina wouldn’t let it fly if it didn’t work. She’s a master. She really is. And, honestly, Braht threw an absolute tantrum when we wanted to name him Bert. It was ugly and I don’t want to go through that again, so we let him keep his name.
EVIL TANYA: I still don’t believe you.
SGT: THEN READ THE BOOK.
EVIL TANYA: Ohhhh. Testy much?
SGT: Only with you.
And then the interview ended. EVIL T just sort of disappeared and all I was left with was a glass of Australian Sauvignon Blanc and a plate of Midwest sushi.