My Guest, Mr. Day!
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Today, we have another great RH, folks! Please join me in welcoming our special guest—Mr. Day! Mr. Day, can you tell us who you’re married to and what she writes?
Mr. Day: Sylvia Day. She writes historical romance, sci fi, and paranormal romance.
Mr. DiPasqua: Your wife’s fans would like to know the RH (Romance Husband) behind the author better. Can you tell us a little bit about yourself? Scholar? Athlete? Businessman? Artist?
Mr. Day: Not a scholar. I am always learning new things though. I read everything I can get my hands on. I watch all the educational programs on Discovery etc. Anyone watch Through the Wormhole with Morgan Freeman? Love that stuff. Athelete? no no no. The only way you’ll get me to run is if there is something with big teeth and claws chasing me. Not a businessman. Artist? Does woodworking count?
Mr. DiPasqua: Morgan should teach high school physics…That show is awesome! Where did you and your wife meet? What convinced you that she was “the one”?
Mr. Day: Sorry folks, it wasn’t some romantic location or chance encounter. We actually worked in the same business back in 1997. What convinced me she was the one? She told me she was of course. And she’s always right. Seriously though, about a month after we started dating I made a trip to Georgia to move my mom out to California and the whole time I was gone I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I realized on that trip that I was totally in love with her. Sappy, I know.
Mr. DiPasqua: Where were you when she got THE CALL from her agent/editor? What was your reaction when she told you she’d sold her first book?
Mr. Day: Uhhh. Can’t remember where I was… Is that bad? I was very happy to hear she sold her first book. Hmmm. A little history here- I didn’t even know she was writing until several months after she started. She would disappear for hours pecking on her computer keyboard. I didn’t want to bother her, so I left it alone for a long while. Then my curiosity got the better of me and I sneaked up behind her and asked what she was up to.
Mr. DiPasqua: Is the hero in your wife’s last book:
Mr. Day: “A” of course. [murmurs of “bullshit” were heard from the gallery]
Mr. DiPasqua: LOL…I didn’t hear anything :) On your first date with your wife, were you most like:
Mr. Day: None of the above. I was not feeling at all well that evening and had a slight fever. But I toughed it out and I think I did well for an infirmary candidate. I spent the rest of that weekend sick in bed. Did Prince Charming ever get sick like that? I think not.
Mr. DiPasqua: Nowadays when you hear the word “ball” do you immediately think:
Mr. Day: I’m leaving this one alone… Ask Sylvia
Mr. DiPasqua: How long have you been a RH? (Romance Husband). What advice would you give new RH’s about what you’ve learned being married to a romance author? What should a new RH do or not do when his wife is under deadline?
Mr. Day: Wow… 13 years now. Advice: Leave her alone, leave her alone, leave her alone! When she needs to vent, you’re it, man. Sorry, dude, just sit back and take it. It’ll all be over in a minute. You’ll find that she will be staying up later and later at night writing. It’s gonna happen, so just relax and let it happen.
Mr. Day: I’m smirking right now. ‘Nuf said
Mr. Day: Sylvia pleads the Fifth Amendment.
Mr. Day: Spending the evening on a beach in Jamaica (clothing optional)… Woops, wrong beach. That really happened. They said they had a nude beach… it just wasn’t that particular beach.
Mr. Day: Syl’s got a new historical coming out at the end of the month:
August 30, 2011
The longer the resistance…
Seven years ago, on the eve of her wedding, proper Lady Jessica Sheffield witnessed a licentious scene no innocent young miss could imagine. Shocked, yet strangely titillated, she’d held her silence regarding scandalous Alistair Caulfield, and walked down the aisle as expected. But through years of serene, unremarkable marriage, Caulfield’s image remained burned into her imagination, fueling very illicit dreams…
…the sweeter the reward
Alistair ran far from the temptation of the prim debutante with the fire of passion in her eyes–all the way to the West Indies. As a successful merchant, he has little in common with the rakehell youth she knew. But when newly widowed Jessica steps aboard his ship for a transatlantic passage, seven years’ worth of denied pleasures are held in check by nothing more than a few layers of silk–and the certainty that surrender will consume them both…
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Mr. DiPasqua: Thanks for the great interview, Mr. Day! This was a lot of fun! Now, let’s hear your responses, folks! :)