Andrew Q. Gordon

Today’s guest is Jessica Skye Davies.  Her new book, Sins of Another just came out and she’s brought along a couple of friends who are going to help talk about the book and the people involved. I’ll let her, Kristof and Trevor tell you the rest.

Author: Jessica Skye Davies:

I sat down with Kristof Anders at the front bar in Form Discotech (at his suggestion).  Not quite the ideal environment for a quiet, cosy interview, but Kristof claimed this was where he was most comfortable.  Fortunately, it’s only just gone 8, the place isn’t packed, and the noise level is still relatively talkable.

I had just sat down when I spotted a tall, thin man in skin-tight dark denim trousers and an equally tight silver holographic shirt.  Anyone else would look like a 90s throwback, but this guy works it.  He cuts across the dance floor, not failing to cop a few feels on his way over.  Grinning at me, he offers his hand and leans in to kiss my cheek.  Leaning over the bar, he orders us a couple drinks.  I have to say, he knows how to make a vivid impression.

JSD: How are you tonight, Kristof?

KA: Krist, please.  I am quite lovely, much like yourself.

(Yep, definitely a charmer!)

JSD: Thanks, Krist.  I promise not to take too much of your evening, but I think the readers would like to know a bit more about you.

KA: I am intriguing.

JSD: Indeed.  So, just a few random questions to start.  Are you seeing anyone?

KA: I’m seeing loads of people (he says scanning around the club.)

JSD: But anyone special?

KA: They are all special.

JSD: Ok, I’ll rephrase.  Are you dating anyone?

KA: No, not me.  I do not “date.”

JSD: Who has the most text messages on your phone?

KA: My best mates, Trevor and Padrig.  Trevor has a texting compulsion.  He needs professional help.

JSD: As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?

KA: Fabulous.

JSD: If you had 24 hours to live, what would you do?

KA: Everybody here.

JSD: What is your position on religion?

KA: Missionary.

(It’s at this point I start skimming through my questions, wondering if there are any that can be answered with more than a one-line euphemism.)

KA: (to a passing guy) Franzose!  (He flicks his tongue out like a frog and smirks at the passer-by.)

JSD: You’re pretty well out-and-proud, yes?

KA: Absolutely.  I could not possibly hide this magnificence.

JSD: Have you ever had to deal with bashers?

KA: It has happened, of course.  They are usually not happy with the results.  Last time I had an encounter was shortly after I moved here to London.  A group of them shouted at me that I was a queer.  Not that they were mistaken, but I did not care for their tone, so I confronted them.  I was in the army, I have suggestions that can frighten tough boys.

JSD: I see.  Well… how about food?  What’s the best meal you’ve ever had?

KA: Easy one.  Shagged a head chef at Claridge’s once.  He brought dinner up to the room.  My god, I very nearly didn’t need the sex after that!

Another guy in jeans and a white Tottenham jersey approaches Krist and leans in for a kiss (a proper snog, no peck on the cheek here).  As he pulls away he looks about for a free chair, but Krist pulls him to sit between his legs, wrapping himself around from behind.

KA:  This is my mate Trevor.  The compulsive texter I mentioned.  (Krist says with his chin resting on Trevor’s shoulder.)

JSD: Nice to meet you, Trevor.

T: You as well.  (Trevor glances back at Krist with a smirk and mouths the words “down boy!”)  Don’t mind me, I won’t interrupt.  I was just going to sit aside till he snatched me.

JSD: No problem at all, you’re welcome to talk with us too.

T: Thanks (he says to both me and Krist, who’s handing him a drink.)

JSD: So, Trevor… have you known Krist for long?

T: A while, yeah.  A few years now.  We met when I decided to join the Willowmead community shortly after losing my partner.

JSD: And what kind of saucy secrets do you know about him that he’d keep mum about in an interview?

T: Krist?  There is nothing he wouldn’t tell, in graphic detail!

KA: It is true.  Ask me about dessert at Claridge’s.

JSD: Maybe when we’re done here.  Just a few more questions, I can tell you guys are dying to get onto the dance floor.

(And I can’t wait to get a look at them dancing.)

KA: Plenty of time, we can be here all night.

JSD: What’s your ideal Sunday morning?

KA: Coming back from dancing all night and passing out until Sunday night.

JSD: You, Trevor?

T: Something like that.  Maybe get in a little earlier.  And not quite so much “passing out.”

JSD: What are you most afraid of, Krist?

KA: A laundry accident.

(Trevor gives him a look.)

T: Don’t be a berk.  Open up a little.

KA: That is open.  Do you know how it is like when driers melt your synthetics?  Or when bleach attacks dark colours?

T: Uh huh.  He is afraid of sharing his real feelings, that’s what.

KA: Ich liebe dich (he says close to Trevor’s ear.)  No, wait, I meant dick.  Ich liebe dick.

JSD: Do you care to answer, Trevor?

T: Well, to be honest, there isn’t much I’m afraid of anymore.  There are things I don’t like, and things I don’t want to have to face, but I’ve already been through rather a lot of it and I don’t really fear things I’ve already seen.

JSD: Ok guys, the famous ten questions.  Rapid-fire, just answer off the top of your head.  Ready?

KA: Always.

T: Ok.

JSD: What is your favourite word?

KA: Coming.

JSD: Least favourite word?

T: Never.

JSD: What turns you on creatively, emotionally, or spiritually?

KA: Energy.

JSD: What turns you off?

KA: Schmaltz.  And vag.  No offense.

JSD:  What sound or noise do you love?

T: Laughter.

JSD: What sound do you hate?

KA: Whinging.

JSD: What is your favourite curse word?

KA: Homofürst.

JSD: What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?

T: Footballer.

JSD: What profession would you not like?

KA: Civil servant.

JSD: If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you get to the Pearly Gates?

KA: “The clubs are 24 hours.”

T: “And all your mates are here.”

JSD: Great answers guys.  Thanks so much.

T: You’re welcome.

KA:  Yeah.  (To Trevor) Let’s dance, babe.

I don’t mind watching them dance, they’re a gorgeous “couple.”

Krist and Trevor are two of Padrig’s closest friends in Sins of Another.  You can get to know more about them all:

One morning Padrig Kennedy comes home to find his partner, Nick Glenfielding, in bed with another man. Shocked, hurt, and vulnerable, Padrig flees and meets a stranger who seems to offer comfort—but he force-feeds Padrig a steady diet of drugs and prostitution instead. When he finally surfaces from his hell, it’s to another system shock: he’s now HIV positive.

Nick descends into darkness as well. Devastated by losing Padrig, he finds no consolation in the legal career he doesn’t love and tries to find solace in alcohol, spending his days in an ever-deepening haze.

Padrig and Nick find each other again, but their relationship can never be the same. If they’re to stand any chance of a future together, they must do the improbable: make sense of the past and learn to cope with new burdens they’ll bear for life.

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Sins of Another contest!

Between now and May 29, 2013 I’ll be including clues in my blog tour stops and my own blog entries to references made within Sins of Another.

Here’s how it works: You get the clue from the blog posts and keep track of the answers on your own.  After the last clue has been posted (May 29, 2013), email me at jessicaskyedavies@gmail.com

Make sure you follow the blog tour over the next couple months as I’ll be giving away swag bags, a goodie hamper, and a copy of Sins of Another.

This week’s clue:

On a famous street in London is a famous hotel with a famous grill run by a famous (or infamous) executive chef.  While Padrig’s in hospital, his counselor, Jarrod, jokingly offers, “Well I could probably nip down… and bring you a nice hanger steak,” from said famous grill.  Name the street and the hotel.