January's FEATURED AUTHOR: Susan says a thing or two...

Oh Happy Day! Susan's back... And today she's got a post for y'all, about--who else--Trevor and his personal armor. Check it out!

I need to thank Drey for having me back yet again. I love guest blogging! I always get to meet neat people -- that's you cool readers who I haven't gotten to meet yet via either my blog, the Meet and Greet, or else through my promotions blog, Win a Book.

My main character, Trevor Wolff, loves to meet new people, too. Especially women. Trevor's as much a hound dog as he is a Wolff -- and yes, I love these puns. So does he, in fact.

That's part of the magic of Trevor. He lives life with zest, and has little patience for anyone who doesn't. That doesn't mean he's all bright and shiny, happy every moment.

In fact, Trevor's the opposite. He comes from a dark place, a household that was full of alcohol and physical abuse. He sniffs at people, shows obvious disdain, puts on a holier-than-thou show. Until you look beneath the surface, it turns a lot of people off; with Trevor, your first impression is usually wrong.

It's hard to overcome first impressions. We hear often that they matter more than anything else, that they can make or break any number of relationships you will have in your lifetime. Going to hit on that hottie across the bar? Picking your kid up after the first day of preschool? Walking into a job interview? Make sure there's no spinach between your teeth because you won't get a second chance to make that all-important... yep. First impression.

So how do you overcome this stigma, when you're someone like Trevor?

By not caring that it exists in the first place.

It's through this feigned disinterest that Trevor hooks you. He knows you're not going to like him, in his leather pants and unbuttoned silk shirt (in a solid color, usually grey or brown). He knows you'll turn up your lip at his black motorcycle boots and his insanely long hair. So he beats you to the punch. He doesn't like you. And you're the one who gets greeted with a sneer. The patented Trevor Wolff sneer, of course.

This is his safety zone. The people around him see it (although they pretend they don't); they know it for what it is. It amuses them, even.

The one thing it doesn't do is turn them off. Because, you see, the magic of Trevor is that zest for life I mentioned up at the top of this post. Trevor demands that life be fun -- but also that it be honest. Honesty never killed anyone, he says. Lies do.

Perhaps he has a point. It's hard for me to judge, since I'm the creator of the Indomitable Trevor Wolff. I do know that the people who love Trevor, even the ones who decide his sidekick, Mitchell, is more their speed, keep on coming back for more.

That's how we like it. It makes Trevor fat and satisfied: he's living his life just right, thankyouverymuch.

As for me? It inspires me to bigger and better. Stay tuned; there's a lot more of Trevor to share with you.

lol Susan... Trevor is such a hound dog... =P But he's welcome 'round here any time, just don't mark my furniture. *grin* I'll take his feigned disinterest along with his leather pants and silk shirts, lol!