Lauren is in trouble. Only the adoption agency lady knows the heartbreaking decision she’s making. But every baby deserves a father and Lauren’s ex isn’t stepping up to the plate. Without a dad for her child, Lauren doesn’t feel she can give her baby what he or she deserves. When her mother sends her to the Castillo Lodge in Castle, Alaska to help with a holiday celebration, Lauren jumps at the chance to forget her worries.
Jorell’s career is soaring. In charge of development for the Castillo Resorts Caribbean region, the only thing on his mind is pursuing a vice presidency. Not romance. But a forced transfer to the frozen north throws him—and his prospects off-kilter.
Zachary lives near Castle, Alaska, but the fishing guide has had little success finding a social life and fears his interest in both men and women may be too wild for the wilderness.
Two men and one pregnant woman…in charge of the holiday activities at the Christmas Extravaganza in Castle, Alaska. Friendship and intense attraction blooms between them. But Madame Eve has her work cut out for her…will Jorell and Zach provide enough reasons for Lauren to change her mind?
*Rides out on a dog sled pulled by hell hounds. Shucks off parka and tosses it to the side*
Good morning 1Night Standers. Today a I have a special guest, Zach, from Two Dads for Christmas. Zach is from somewhere up north, very cold. *snaps fingers and sled and dogs vanish* But we’re going to try real hard to make him feel warm and cozy here. *Leans forward and stares at tall lumberjack-looking man* So, you feeling cozy, Zach? I could light a fire if you’d like. I’m real good at that.
Nods toward seat. Go ahead, sit in my hot-seat. It’ll keep you warm. Don’t be shy. I don’t bite—much.
So, Zach, I understand you’re a fishing guide. What is that all about? I’ve never heard anyone being a fishing guide.
My dad and I run the company, and Mom handles the website. Tourists come mostly the lower 48 to catch—
Do you bait their hooks?
Sometimes, if they need us to.
Um, just out of curiosity, what kind of bait do you use, to attract the er, the fish? Any tips for a girl who’d like to reel a few more—fish—in?
Well what kind of fish were you interested in? There’s an old guy down the road, does nothing but tie flies all year, never even heads into town, we pay him in supplies and…are you really interested in fishing? Why are you looking at me like that? I think I need to go.
The human kind. Never mind. I have the best bait right here. So, a real outdoor’s man. I’m sure there are a lot of questions from our audience about what it is you do and all, but I have a few that I’ve been dying to know for a couple hundred years, at least. *Blinks* Don’t look at me like that. I’ll have you know I look much younger than my actually nine thousand, er, eight. Back to what everyone is dying to know.
Question number one: If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is around, does it still make a sound?
What do I look like? A lumberjack?
*scowls* Well. You do have that whole Paul Bunion thing going on there. Sheesh, if you don’t want the attention, dress normal. You have heard of Metro Sexual, haven’t you?
What? Do I have two heads or something? It wasn’t a hard question and you don’t have to skirt around the issue like a politician. I know there are people out there that want to know. Fine. Whatever. We’ll move on to question number two now. K?
Does a bear, well, does it...never mind. Of course it does. They’ll eat you up given the opportunity.
*More uncomfortable silence*
Oh, you thought I was going to ask you if it, you know, left little bear muffins in the woods. I already know that, silly. Where else is he going to go—to the outhouse? Not unless he’s looking for takeout. I hear those honey houses make great snack shacks. *Looks out on silent audience* Oh please, like you haven’t noticed on the television that it’s a little more rustic up north.
Speaking of which, one of your dates had a little issue with the rustic side of Alaska. Can you tell the audience a little bit about that?
Oh, the J-man. He wasn’t all that thrilled to come up here at first. But born and raised in the Caribbean, can you blame him? Even when it’s shirt-sleeve weather he’s still pretty bundled up, but Lauren and I have our ways to help him warm up.
Is it true with the endless winter nights in Alaska, you got a very extensive 1Night Stand? Is that why you chose to have it up there?
None of us actually chose the date, it was a gift from a bunch of nosy—thank heavens they were nosy!—friends and relatives.
Well, at least someone was thinking. I’m sure others have thought of booking a 1Night Stand where the night doesn’t end. I mean it really is brilliant if you’re looking to get the most bang for your buck.
I think we are still more or less on our 1Night Stand, although Lauren says we can’t technically call it that after the one night ended, but I haven’t seen any signs of things slowing down. I suppose once she gets a little bigger we’ll have to be careful. Did you know we’re having a baby?
Baby? Alrighty, we’re going to move on to the part of the interview I call quickies. You like Quickies, don’t you, Zach?
Male or female?
A little birdie told me you might try to avoid the question. We’ll try again, shall we? Snips and snails or sugar and spice?
If Rex and Paul’s Andie is baking it, anything will be good.
*Growls* Live or artificial bait?
Flannel or silk?
Good to know. Have you ever had a little demon tail?
(Zach attempts to look around her) Do you really have a tail? I thought that was just part of the fairy tale.
Fairy tale? Do I look like a fairy tale? I have a pitchfork too, you want to see it you mouthy.... *Blinks and looks over shoulder* Sorry, slipped. I really am trying to behave after some succubus threatened to turn me into the queen. Just ignore that last bit, K?
So, thanks to Zach for sitting in my hot-seat today. You might as well enjoy it, cause I hear you freeze your butt off up there in the Great North. Of course, if you are ever looking for something a little warmer, call me. I’ll hook you right up.
Visit us next month on the third Wednesday, when I put another victim—um, guest, through the paces.
To find out about Zach’s special date, visit (Click on magic button here to be transported to Alaska) to get the tell all exclusive.
*Snaps fingers and dogs and sled reappear* Want to take a ride, Zach? Climb on; I’ll give you a lift back to Alaska. You don’t mind if we make a couple stops along the way? I have some errands to run. Shouldn’t take too long. *Smiles wickedly*
I think I’ll walk. Might be faster. Besides, my mother warned me....
What? Your mother told you to never take rides from strangers? Do I look like a stranger? I’m not a stranger. *Looks back* Did someone rat me out to the queen?
Later. *Waves and vanishes in a puff of smoke*