Dressing up Ari from The Last Awakening with author Rachel Firasek & an ebook Gìveaway
Let’s give a big, warm welcome to Rachel Firasek, author of The Last Awakening!
Hello everyone, I thought I’d try to help Ari prepare an outfit today, but she’s being uncooperative. I hear that Grey keeps taking off everything she puts on, so I sent the love-sick-fool on an errand and asked her to join us. After a verbal assault in a language I couldn’t understand, she finally agreed.
Ari: I’m only agreeing to do this so you don’t write me into spinsterhood. I almost have Grey ready to pop the question, I don’t need the likes of you to screw it up for me.
Me: Better watch it sister. I can hit the back key and he’ll forget how much he loves to watch that tattoo dance.
Ari: *lifts a brow at me and flicks her hair behind an ear* Shall we do this, mon amie?
Me: You ready?
Ari: Oui. First, I’ll grab the skirt that Greyson wouldn’t let me zip.
Ari: Then, we’ll add the pretty blouse Ice gave me for Christmas.
Ari: And, of course, I wouldn’t be caught anywhere without my leather boots—with a spiked heel to give me that lift I need.
Ari: And, if it’s still cold out, then I’ll add my favorite leather jacket.
Ari: Viola, my ensemble is complete. If we don’t hurry, we won’t be able to get out of here before Grey gets back. He won’t let me keep these clothes on. He thinks that I get dressed just for him to have some fun.
Me: Ari, I’m so glad you are now appropriately attired. I apologize for writing you a man that has such demanding needs.
Ari: *throws her head back and laughs* “You better not apologize to me. I haven’t had this much fun in 300 years.
So, now that you know what Ari looks like on any given day, I’d like to know if this is something you would wear? I’m curious. I think my characters dress better than me. 🙂
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About the author
|Rachel Firasek grew up in the south and despite the gentle pace, she harassed life at full steam. Her curiosity about mythology, human nature, and the chemical imbalance we call love led her to writing. Her stories began with macabre war poems and shifted to enchanted fairytales, before she settled on a blending of the two.
Today you’ll find her tucked on a small parcel of land, surrounded by bleating sheep and barking dogs, with her husband and children. She entertains them all with her wacky sense of humor or animated reenactments of bad 80’s dance moves.
She’s intrigued by anything unexplained and seeks the answers to this crazy thing we call life. You can find her where the heart twists the soul and lights the shadows… or at www.rachelfirasek.com.