Malachy Garrett was first introduced to you all in 2014. Not many knew about him due to me still learning the trade as an author and later as a publisher. In fact I’m still learning – it is what life is all about.
I thought Malachy might like to tell you a bit about his history and how his story came about. I can tell you he was named by a genealogist friend in Ireland. Annie gave me a list of several good Irish names and Malachy leapt out at me. His surname, however, was a different matter. This appeared for the first time part way through the book.
“Good day to you Malachy.”
“Great to be back, it’s nice to know you’ve updated my story in Hidden Secrets, though I do wish you’d push my romance with Anastasia a bit more. It’s been over two years now.”
“Stop grumbling Mal. The muse will do what she wishes, so you’ll have to wait a bit long. Meanwhile tell us how have you been?”
He ran his fingers through his gorgeous bronze hair, his eyes twinkling, lifting his right leg and placing it over his left and shrugged.
“What can I say? The investigations keep coming in, my employees break cases and we occasionally lose an agent or security guard. We are still praying Tallon will recover. You don’t happen to know do you?”
“No sorry. You know the muse has been missing in action or book 6 would be out by now.”
“Yeah. Why the hell are they dragging their feet. Eilish is miffed as hell.”
“She’ll get over it.”
“You don’t have to live with her.”
“You know damn well she keeps charging into my office at least once a week,” I muttered. “This is meant to be an interview about you, not Eilish or the others. They can wait their turn.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he chuckled.
“Are you still the boss?”
“Technically I will always be the boss, though Ana and Duggan still try to take control at times. Mind they are excellent at their jobs.”
“What is Ana doing at present?”
“In Europe trying to find her favourite security guard…You already know this so why are you asking me.”
“Mal, I’m trying to catch up to date for all your readers…Some have already read your last interview from two years ago. It’s time to update them.”
“I can’t say much has changed, Claire. Other than knowing who we are and where we are going. Life has calmed down a little…his phone buzzed…”damn” he muttered pulling it from his pocket and swiping the screen. “I’ve got to go, somethings come up. We’ll have to finish this another time.”
Sighing he stood, and left me staring at his delicious…well never mind… Chuckling I wondered where my muse would take him next.