Manuscript Monday: Character Spotlight

INTERVIEW WITH MASON MICHAELS
*San Antonio Falcons | Right Wing/Enforcer | Book: Sweet Score

Q: Mason, welcome to the hot seat. Nervous?
Mason: Only if you’re about to ask me to wear pants with buttons. Otherwise? Nah. Let’s do this.

Q: Describe yourself in three words.
Mason: Loyal. Hungry. Chaos.
(grins)
In that order. Unless there are cupcakes involved.

Q: People call you the human bulldozer on the ice. What’s something that surprises fans when they meet you?
Mason: I’m great with kids, dogs, and old ladies who need their groceries carried. And I make a mean chocolate chip cookie.
(winks)
Also, I cry during those soldier-comes-home videos. Like a lot.

Q: Let’s talk Zoey Daniels. The baker with the wicked frosting skills and zero tolerance for your bullshit. What made you fall for her?
Mason: She didn’t care about the jersey. Or the fame. Or the fact that I’m built like a vending machine. She saw the real me—and didn’t run. That’s it. That’s everything.

Q: What’s one thing you’d never admit in the locker room?
Mason: That I bought a cake decorating kit so I could impress her. But joke’s on me—I can’t pipe a swirl to save my life. Still tried, though.

Q: Any advice for guys trying to win over a woman like Zoey?
Mason:
Show up. Shut up. Carry the flour bags without being asked. And don’t be afraid to let her call the plays sometimes. Especially in the kitchen… and the bedroom.
(grins again, full chaos energy)
What? I said what I said.

Q: Final thoughts?
Mason: If you’re reading my book—thank you. If you’re not… you’re missing out on cupcakes, hockey fights, and one very naked man holding a whisk. Your loss.

Would you like this paired with a kitchen-meets-locker-room visual aesthetic, or should we have Pete throw in a footnote like:

Penalty Pete Commentary: This man once mistook frosting for shaving cream. God help Zoey.