Today, I’m interviewing notorious quarterback for the California Predators, Tyrek Powers. In my latest novel, Delay of Game, Tyrek finds a dead woman in his tub after one of his famous Predator Parties. In an effort to clear his name, he’s partnered with Detective Persia Banks, a sassy LAPD veteran who’s not totally convinced of his innocence.
Before I get into the interview, here’s a quick excerpt from the book:
Tyrek entered LAPD’s Downtown office. Last time he was here, it was the crack of dawn, and Rossi had him hemmed up in a cold interrogation room. That day, he couldn’t appreciate the sleek, stainless steel elevators and the bright, natural lighting from the high windows. Today, his mood had improved considerably.
He approached the female desk sergeant, certain that she’d give him a hard time when he asked to see Detective Persia Banks, but it was amazing what his celebrity status could accomplish. She recognized him immediately. By the time the woman finished picking her tongue up off the desk, she had practically given him the blueprints of the building.
Tyrek had no trouble locating Persia’s office. She was focused, head down when he approached her open door. The small space was decorated sparingly. Certificates of achievement framed her walls, and only the basic necessities lined her desk. Her dainty fingers were furiously scribbling on a yellow legal pad. She looked like she’d just come from the gym in her gray sweats and zipped up hoodie. Of course, the sneakers were there too. Baby blue today. Nice touch. This look was growing on him–although, he did like it when she put on her grown and sexy clothes. That red dress she’d worn on Saturday was a nice change of pace. He’d tried to explain that she should wear something more formal if she wanted to fit in, but something told him even if she was wearing a ball gown and a tiara, she wouldn’t fit in. Persia Banks was her own unique woman and she didn’t give a damn about following the crowd.
She looked up and caught him staring at her. A spark of irritation flashed in her pretty eyes. Then amusement danced in the dark irises as she realized the identity of her visitor. She had a stoic face, but he’d learned to read her eyes since he’d met her. Unashamed, he held her gaze, not bothering to hide his open appraisal of her. She wasn’t the typical beauty. She didn’t have the classic looks and freshly-relaxed hair that usually drew him to the members of the female persuasion. She also didn’t have that plastic look that was so prevalent in L.A. Most women went around wearing an inch of foundation on their face and a bucket of lip gloss smeared on their lips. Persia’s fresh-faced, flawless skin gleamed with a healthy glow.
“If you keep showing up wherever I am, I’m going to have to get a restraining order.”
He chuckled. “I’ve met plenty of women who wanted to get next to me, but never one who wanted to get away from me.”
Her full lips slanted into a smirk. “Well, allow me to introduce myself.”
He laughed again. She was razor-sharp. He appreciated a woman with a sense of humor.
She tried to dismiss him by returning to her scribbling. “Seriously, she prompted. “Why do you keep showing up like a bad penny?”
He leaned against the door jamb and stuffed his hands deep into the front pockets of his relaxed-fit jeans. “I would have called in advance, but I don’t have your phone number.”
Now, it was her turn to smile. “I’m disappointed. You figured out where I live and obviously where my office is, yet you can’t find my phone number?”
“Hey, even Superman has his limitations.”
She looked up, just in time to find him eyeballing her chest. “I hope you don’t have his x-ray vision.”
He shook his head. “No, but I do have some useful information for you.”
“I’m all ears.”
And legs too. “Aren’t you going to invite me to have a seat?”
“That depends on what your information is.”
He clutched his heart. “Ooh, that’s so wrong. On Law & Order, the police welcome any type of information they can get. I’m not feelin’ the love, Detective.”
She scoffed. “This isn’t Law & Order, Mr. Powers. Things are different from what you see on TV. As an athlete, you should understand the fine line between reality and perception.” She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms patiently. “Now, are you going to tell me what’s going on, or do I have to drag you to the interrogation room again?”
You found the body in your tub, but when you called the police, they named you as the prime suspect. How do you feel about being accused of murder?
Tyrek: How the hell do you think I feel? I’m being judged unfairly because I’m an athlete who parties a lot. Those fools at LAPD said I killed a woman because she wouldn’t give up the coochie. Let me tell you something. I got so much punanni being thrown at me, I need raincoat to stay dry. I’m smart, good-looking, and rich. I never had to force no woman, and I damn sure never killed no one!
Detective Banks is one tough lady. How on earth did you get her to partner with you to solve this case?
Tyrek: Easy. She recognized a brotha got skills. Honestly, she was the one who suggested I help out. I ain’t tryin’ to brag, but I can be very resourceful when I need to be.
Are you sure about that? If she welcomed your help, why does she seem so resistant toward you? And why is she always trying to “give you the slip?”
Tyrek: Some women take longer to come around, but in the end, they’re all the same: they like a man to take charge. To give ‘em goosebumps. To make their panties wet. I think Persia appreciates my determination. I don’t take no easily.
You think she appreciates your determination? What do you appreciate about Persia?
Tyrek: Those long legs of hers. Hah hah! She’s not my usual type, with her low afro and sneakers, but she as a way of growing on people. I like the fact that she don’t take no shit, and she’s fair–which is more than I can say for her ignorant partner, Zeke Rossi.
What surprised you about Detective Persia Banks?
Tyrek: Her vulnerability. She rubbed me like sandpaper when we first met. The more time I spend with her, the more I realize that underneath her tough exterior is a soft woman who needs warmth and affection. And I think I’m the man to give it to her.
Exactly what do you want from Persia Banks?
Tyrek: That’s my business, but it you wanna find out, you gotta read the book!
Okay, you heard Tyrek. Go out and get Delay of Game right now. It’s available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords.