Happy Holidays!
I admit, I often approach blogging with trepidation. I hate talking about myself. I don’t think that’s much of a secret to anyone who knows me, but it makes being an author a bit uncomfortable at times. When faced with the prospect of writing a serious blog post about myself, or my life, or basically anything where I feel pressured to be witty and/or insightful, I freeze up faster than a deer in the world’s largest set of headlights.
That’s why I love the Winter Wishes collection, where I’m lucky enough to be surrounded by my awesome friends, Vivi Andrews and Vivian Arend. No one wants to listen to me stutter incoherently while looking for the nearest virtual exit, but I can talk about Vivi Andrews or–even better–talk to Vivi Andrews.
So I sat down to ask my fellow paranormal romance author all of the most pressing questions about angels, demons and holiday decorations.
ANGELS VS DEMONS
Moira: If you had to challenge the devil to a contest of wits or skill, what would you pick? Fiddling? Chess? Word wars? What is your secret evil talent?
Vivi: Movie trivia, baby. I reign undefeated at Scene It. The Devil is going down if he thinks he can take me on, Hollywood style.
Moira: Would you rather commune with the angels or party with the demons?
Vivi: I’m not much of a communer and I bet the parties in Hell are something to see. I’d love to sneak into one just to observe the mayhem. Somehow I picture them as all the glamour and excesses of the French aristocracy – including the occasional beheading.
Moira: The devil is trying to tempt you with the most sinful food imaginable. What is he offering you?
Vivi: Sinful, huh? The most tempting to me would probably be Diet Coke (do not get between an addict and her diet coke) but sinful… Chocolate Caramel Fudge Brownies. Eleven-zillion-calories per ounce and worth every hour on the elliptical.
HOLIDAY CHEER
Moira: If you could put one book in every holiday present pile, what would it be?
Vivi: My first thought was How the Grinch Stole Christmas which took me on a whole Dr. Seuss thought-bender. (Sneetches! Lorax! Horton!) And if it’s in every holiday present pile Dr. Seuss is probably a tad more appropriate for younger audiences than say, Lady Chatterly’s Lover or Christopher Moore’s Stupidest Angel: A Heartwarming Tale of Christmas Terror. So yeah, I’ll stick with the Grinch to avoid traumatizing the kiddies.
Moira: Holiday decorations: vital to life, or too much hassle?
Vivi: Oxygen. Beyond necessary – but only after November 20th. Holiday decorations in September are a crime against humanity. (However I do approve of randomly decorating in May just to mess with your neighbors’ minds. Especially if you’re blaring carols at the same time.)
Moira: Have you ever, or would you ever, dress up like an elf? (Renaissance fairs and Tolkien costumes count.)
Vivi: I have not yet dressed up as an elf, but honestly there are very few things I wouldn’t dress up as. (I should not admit that online, that one is gonna come back to bite me.) So yeah, I’d totally go all elfin. And then go to the grocery store just to see what kind of reactions I would get.
Moira: Isn’t she awesome? And since she was so kind as to answer my (admittedly quirky) questions, I suppose it’s only fair that I include the cover of her awesomely witty contribution to the Winter Wishes collection.
When Sasha’s boyfriend, Jay, is sucked through a fiery vortex to Hell, an angel reveals that Sasha’s been chosen as the Champion of Virtue in the battle for his immortal soul. As a perennial offender on Santa’s naughty list, Sasha can’t believe she’s anyone’s idea of a girl fighting on the side of the angels. But if she doesn’t save Jay, he’ll be stuck in Hell forever!
Jay—aka Jevroth—isn’t surprised to find himself back in Hell. His visa to visit the mortal plane expired three months ago, but to steal more time with Sasha he’s been ignoring his mother’s demands that he come home to spend time with his new stepfather: Lucifer.
Sasha has until dawn on the twenty-fifth of December to fight the Legions of Hell and rescue Jay, or be trapped there for eternity herself. But now she must decide if the lying son-of-a-demon is even worth saving…
The fun’s not over yet, though. After I subjected Vivi to such rigorous journalistic interrogation, she felt the need to chase down Vivian Arend to give her the same treatment. Vivian, of course, retaliated by trapping both halves of Moira Rogers in a room and shining a light on our faces until we answered all of her pressing questions. Don’t miss the wacky hijinks that ensued!
What question would you ask Vivi Andrews if you had her at your mercy? Ask away in the comments, and I’ll badger her to answer.
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Bree is one half of the Moira Rogers writing team. Find them on twitter (@moirarogersbree & @donnajherren) or at their website or blog.

se and I spent much of the trip with heat rash up and down my arms. But I’d do it again in a heartbeat! The ancient ruins of the Acropolis were truly awe-inspiring. Plus, we spent the longest part of our holiday on the island of Santorini, which is quite possibly the most beautiful place on earth. I wish I could vacation there every year!