Character
Interview with Armando Verdad of Psychic Lies
Today, I would like to welcome
Armando Verdad, hero of Psychic Lies.
Thank you for coming to chat with us today, Armando. Why do you think Sara
Daniel choose you to represent her?
As
the head of the Department of Truth-Finding for Syndicate (which is the
government of the paranormal world for you humans out there), I am
well-qualified to articulate myself. And honestly, I can’t afford to pass up
any positive coverage to boost my department’s image right now.
Tell us a little about yourself?
As
you might have figured out, I have the truth-finding power. This means when I
touch a person who is speaking, their words mentally play back in my head
followed by the word “truth” or “lie.” If the person speaks a sentence that is
half truth and half lie, my power will break it into parts so I know exactly
what part is truth and which is a lie. This makes me a very useful investigator
for the government in solving crimes and ferreting out those who aim to deceive
our honest citizens.
What do you wish people would
know about you?
I
wish people understood how much I want to use my power for the greater good of
keeping the Syndicate safe. It’s true that I don’t have Cyrus’s amazing
retro-cog power, but I can still make a difference, and I intend to prove it by
cracking this high-profile murder case before the police do. I’m following the
victim’s lifebond vetter to the Wiccan Haus. She’s definitely hiding something,
and I’m going to figure out exactly what and bring her to justice.
I get the feeling you don’t
believe you’re portrayed fairly in the media?
I
have a problem with everyone believing the Department of Truth-Finding is not
capable of solving crimes and protecting the Syndicate. Everyone constantly
wants to compare me to Cyrus. It’s very frustrating to continually come up
short.
What really pushes your buttons?
People
not telling the truth, obviously. But aside from the big lies to cover up evil
intentions, I don’t understand why people lie about insignificant things that
don’t matter either way. How do I know which lies are worth digging into when
everything that comes out of a person’s mouth is a lie?
Sounds like you need to relax a
bit. Any ideas on how to go about that?
Well,
if I’m lucky enough to have a woman to relax with, I enjoy a picnic with some
exotic fruit, a variety of cheeses and a fine white wine. I’m not opposed to
finishing the meal off with a nice massage or a swim in the lake (clothing
*ah-hem* optional), but ultimately it’s whatever the lady wants. If she’s
happy, then I’m relaxed.
What is your biggest fear?
My
biggest fear is the Syndicate dissolving the Department of Truth Finding, so
I’ll be forced to use my power to investigate cheating spouses and petty
concerns. How does that serve the greater good?
Thank you, Armando, for dropping
by to talk with us today. I hope your trip to the Wiccan Haus gives you the
answers you’re looking for.
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Psychic
Lies
What if you could read minds
during sex? What if the government wanted to exploit you for your ability?
Fiona
Vetter has spent her life hiding her sexual mind-reading power, pretending to
have normal, safe powers like the rest of her family. When her charade results
in the death of an innocent woman, her life of lies unravels. With nowhere else
to turn, she retreats to the Wiccan Haus.
To
expose her as an enemy of his government, Armando Verdad follows Fiona to the
Wiccan Haus. Her beauty dazzles him, her personality seduces him, and her web
of lies intrigues him. But with his career and the safety of his countrymen on
the line, only the truth matters.
The
harder Fiona tries to keep Armando away, the more she falls for him. When
enemies come searching for her, she is forced to trust him to protect her life
and her psychic lies, but nothing can protect her heart.
Fiona
dropped her fork. How could her soul have picked him for her mate? The Fates
played cruel jokes, and, once again, they did so at her expense. “The vetter
was trying her best.”
“Her
best to do what?” He gripped her arm a bit tighter.
“To
be a vetter.” By the Goddess, she’d tried so hard. Her failure had cost an
innocent woman her life.
He
rubbed his hand along her arm, his face breaking into a smile again. “You know,
I believe you’re right.”
A
fat lot of good that did for Lizbet. She dropped her gaze to his hand. “Why are
you always touching me?” She didn’t know him well enough to warrant the
constant contact, but pleasure sizzled under her skin at his touch. She didn’t
deserve to enjoy anything.
He
smiled wider. “I can’t stop myself. You feel the connection, don’t you?”
She
couldn’t have a connection to a man who scorned people who didn’t use their
powers for the greater good, not when she’d built the foundation of her life on
denying her true powers. “I’m actually not a tactile person.”
After
speaking such a big lie, she couldn’t continue to look him in the eye, not with
all her powers concentrated in the most intimate tactile experience possible.
His
grin split wider. “I’d love the chance to prove you wrong.”
And
when he did, she’d know his thoughts. She’d know how much he despised the woman
who claimed to be a vetter and allowed the commander’s beloved daughter to
lifebond with a man who would murder her. Fiona had come to the Wiccan Haus to
get away from the public’s hatred and scorn, not see it behind Armando’s
beautiful smile and feel it no matter how warm and gentle his hands.
She
shoved away from the table and ran for the exit.
“I
didn’t mean to offend you. I meant it as a compliment,” he called after her.
The
dining room quieted around her. Everyone stared. Once again, she drew the bad
kind of attention. But she couldn’t stop.
Despite
her desire to be a simple vetter, without real vetting powers that life could
only be a lie. The truth, however, was far worse than a life of lies.
