Welcome to Swoon Sunday where you get to meet some of our swoon-worthy heroes. Today we have a visit from Rumor Mora from 27 Hours (The Nightside Saga, #1) by Tristina Wright!
Rumor, why don’t you describe yourself for us.
Really? Okay, uhhhh, brown eyes, almost black, actually. Like my mom’s were. Black hair, but really curly like my dad’s was. I keep it a little on the long side mostly because I’m too lazy to get it cut. Dark brown skin, but not as dark as my dad’s and not as light as my mom’s. I guess somewhere between theirs. I’ve been told I’m too tall for my own good until someone needs something from a high shelf. Bastards. Um, I don’t know. Skinny? But not really skinny. If I work out, I bulk up, and then I’m more noticeable so I only work out enough to stay sharp so I can fight.
Where do you call home?
A tiny little moon named Sahara. Why is it named Sahara? Okay. The dude who discovered it back on Earth? It, being the moon I live on, not Earth. Wait, maybe it was his wife or his sister…I didn’t pay attention, because Dahlia kept distracting me that day. When in doubt, I blame Dahlia. Anyway, they were Moroccan, and the first images they got back showed this place looking an awful lot like a big-ass desert. So. Sahara.
Do you have a special skill?
I’m really good at repairing molten blades and killing monsters.
What’s your biggest regret?
Not being able to save my parents.
What’s your darkest secret?
If I told you that, it wouldn’t be a secret, would it.
Describe your ideal date.
Long walk along—No. Um, okay, here goes. There was this teahouse in HUB2 called Prem. My mom took me there all the time. When I started dating, I’d take dates there around either the suns’ rise or set, whichever. We’d get our tea and head up to the roof and watch the sky change. You think you’d get used to living in a place with a nebula overhead and multiple moons and a gas giant taking over a third of the sky and twin suns, but damn, when you stop to just watch it all shift from dayside to nightside and back again, it’s pretty awesome. Even better with someone amazing.
What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done.
This interview. Kidding. A couple of friends and I used to sneak out of HUB2 at night to map out the surrounding area and see how far we could get without running into anything dangerous. Oh, I also solar surfed down the partially completed dome of the city. My dad caught me. That was not…not a good day.
Boxers or briefs?
Boxer briefs. Why is this never an option on these things?
What’s your biggest pet peeve?
The lack of a boxer brief option. Okay no. Ummmm, probably when people grab me, especially strangers. Friends I can tolerate. Close friends or partners, I’m completely fine with unless we’re arguing. But strangers just straight up grabbing me seriously makes me want to break out in hives or scream or punch something. I didn’t give you permission to come anywhere within my personal space, so why did you feel you had that right?
If you had to describe yourself as an inc cream flavor, what flavor would you be?
Something dark. With nuts. 😉
Liked this interview with Rumor? Then check out a swoony moment between Rumor and Jude:
Rumor licked his lips, pushing back the frustrated, angry words. Right now, all he wanted to do was keep holding Jude’s hand, and most of those responses would crack the chasm between them even wider. “So all this tonight…HUB2, my dad, the dragon, the tunnels…”
Understanding dawned in Jude’s eyes. “Rumor, I—”
Rumor shook his head. “Don’t try to make it better with some excuse. You want me to help you.”
Jude nodded, the understanding shifting to confusion. His eyes darted to the left, and Rumor glanced back over his own shoulder. Two marines walked across the plaza, talking to each other but eyeing the boys. Rumor slid his other hand around Jude’s waist and pulled him closer. Their hips bumped. “Laugh at something I just said.”
Without hesitation, Jude grinned, his smile overtaking his face and stealing every bit of breath Rumor had in his lungs. Rumor returned it without thinking, without remembering it was just a ruse, and for one stolen moment, the world wasn’t on fire.
Jude leaned in as if he were telling Rumor a secret. His lips brushed the corner of Rumor’s lips and hovered there, his breath warm on Rumor’s cheek. Goose bumps prickled across Rumor’s scalp and down his neck. His fingers curled into Jude’s shirt at the small of his back as his body reacted. There was no way he could hide his erection. Not with Jude pressed to him knees to chest. Everything in him wanted to turn his head and make it a real kiss.
But this was make-believe. In no reality did a boy raised to love monsters fall for a boy raised to kill them.
The marines passed them without a word. Jude turned his head, his jaw brushing Rumor’s lips, and watched them stop on the far side of the plaza to speak with two other officers.
“Good plan,” he murmured, not making any move to let Rumor go. His free hand slid over Rumor’s hip, his thumb finding bare skin and grazing over it. Rumor inhaled, and his skin burned.
“Yeah,” Rumor said, his voice as shaky as his resolve. And Jude pressed against him wasn’t helping, either.
Especially since it was more than obvious Jude wanted this just as badly.
Rumor bowed his head, his temple pressing to Jude’s jaw, wanting nothing more than to kiss the pulse point on Jude’s throat and shift his hips a few centimeters to the right to see how far down his body Jude’s flush went. Jude’s breath hitched as if he’d just read Rumor’s thoughts.
It was almost painfully obvious the physical attraction bound them together, but what more could ever happen?
Time was running out, and he couldn’t waste any more precious minutes. At the end of this, they’d still be on opposite sides of a war. Jude wanted peace. Rumor wanted revenge.
Rumor couldn’t give Jude stolen moments, but he could give him something just as important.
“I know where Vala is,” he whispered.
About 27 Hours (The Nightside Saga, #1):
Rumor Mora fears two things: hellhounds too strong for him to kill, and failure. Jude Welton has two dreams: for humans to stop killing monsters, and for his strange abilities to vanish.
But in no reality should a boy raised to love monsters fall for a boy raised to kill them.
Nyx Llorca keeps two secrets: the moon speaks to her, and she’s in love with Dahlia, her best friend. Braeden Tennant wants two things: to get out from his mother’s shadow, and to unlearn Epsilon’s darkest secret.
They’ll both have to commit treason to find the truth.
During one twenty-seven-hour night, if they can’t stop the war between the colonies and the monsters from becoming a war of extinction, the things they wish for will never come true, and the things they fear will be all that’s left.
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