Interview with DL Jackson and BTS Magazine

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A new release and a FREEBIE!

By DL Jackson

Hi, everyone! I’m stopping by today to share my latest release, Beauty and the Brigadier and a freebie.

First the Freebie. Being Prince Charming will be available for 5 days, until Wednesday, January 15th. Here’s the link to snag your copy:

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Now the new release. In the spirit of Cinderella Wore Combat Boots and Being Prince Charming, Beauty and the Brigadier brings you another story of romantic challenges faced by those in the military. Eli is a Major General, Anya a supermodel on her way out of the industry. Eli needs a date to an important event, but he’s having a hard time reaching out and asking someone, feeling guilty about dating another woman after his wife passed more than two years before. He’s lonely. He’s cranky.

Madame Eve to the rescue.

Beauty and the Brigadier

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Blurb:

When the Cold War meets apple pie, sparks fly.

Brigadier General Eli Wells needs a date, but he’s not been out socially since his wife passed two years before. The lack of a personal life is making him unbearable to be around and the staff has even begun to call him the beast behind his back.

When he asks his Aide-De Camp to find him a date for a special party, his best friend and post commander, overhears the conversation and sees an opening to help Eli out of his slump. Together, the lieutenant and major general enlist the help of Madam Eve in hopes that Eli will agree to the setup. Heaven knows, someone needs to get him to relax.

Anya Volkov’s modeling days are over. At the suggestion of her former agent and only friend, she elects to try an internet dating service called 1Night Stand. The first time she meets General Eli Wells, she knows he’s everything she asked for and more, but he also seems to be holding back and testing her. Can she get him to loosen up and take a chance, or will the date be over before it starts?

Excerpt:

Eli saluted back. “We have a special visitor today, Sergeant Major Danners. Would you put the troops at parade rest while I retrieve her?”

“My pleasure, sir.” He saluted again.

Eli returned it and headed for Anya.

Danners did another about face. “Parade rest!”

Off to the left, beside Lieutenant Winters, stood his date, dressed in gray shorts and a standard issue Army T-shirt. A size too small with the way it stretched over her breasts, but he wouldn’t complain. Her legs practically stretched to the sky. Anya wore her curves with confidence, demonstrating she couldn’t care less about looking like the typical, bag-of-bones model. She sported an hourglass figure, with softness where it belonged, and her face—her face could be an angel’s.

She didn’t appear the least out of place. He strode over to her, taking her hand. “Ms. Volkov.” He kissed her knuckles. “I’m General Eli Wells, your date.”

“Nice to meet you, Eli.”

He tucked her hand through the crook of his arm and walked her in front of the formation.

“Attention,” Danners commanded and did an about face. They exchanged salutes again and the sergeant major turned the formation over, taking his place on Eli’s left.

“This is Ms. Volkov, a celebrity. She is my guest for the day and will be running PT with us this morning.”

“Hu-ah,” the troops barked back. He smiled. They sure as hell were showing a lot of enthusiasm today, but who could blame them. Even at fifty, the woman was drop-dead beautiful and eye candy.

“Treat her with courtesy, but show her how we do this in the Army.”

“Yes, sir!”

He turned to the old non-com. “They’re all yours, Sergeant Major.” He saluted and Eli returned it one last time. While Danners began to lead the unit through stretches, Eli turned to Anya. “You ready to run four miles?”

“Excellent. I thought I’d miss out on it this morning.”

“You run?”

“You could say so, General Wells. Try to keep up.”

He raised a brow. “Why, Ms. Volkov, a challenge?”

“You bet your combat boots it was. Please, call me Anya.”

“Right face,” Danners called and the unit turned. “Forward—march! Your left, your left, your left right left.”

“You better be sure of yourself, Anya. Last chance to drop out before we set the pace for this unit.”

“I never back away when I want something.” She winked and gave him a hip bump. A freaking hip bump. God—not what he’d expected at all. Maybe he’d enjoy this date after all.

“Double time—march!”

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 “You’re no Prince Charming.”

Words screamed in anger, an empty nest, and an emptier life are just some of the reasons people divorce. For Gunny, a diehard Marine who refuses to give up the Corps, and Lissa his wife of over twenty years, the reason isn’t a good one. After a heated argument morphs out of control, Lissa walks away and in his pride, August refuses to go after her.

It took two years, but Lissa is finally ready to move on with her life and marry another man. Only one problem, her heart still belongs to the Marine she left behind.

August is back, looking for a second chance, and this time he isn’t letting Lissa walk away without a fight. Gunny has given up everything, including the Marine Corps, for a second chance with the woman he loves. Madam Eve has given him one night to prove to Lissa he’s all she ever wanted—that he can still be her Prince Charming. Fail, and she’ll marry another man in the morning.

For this Marine—failure is not an option.

Lissa never returned, going home to where they’d been high school sweethearts, even if her family had long since moved on. Gunny crumpled the divorce decree and tossed it in the trash, refusing to hold onto the one souvenir he’d retained from his marriage with Lissa. Gone were their wedding pictures, the dishes, pots and pans, everything that had made their off-camp apartment a home, including the woman he still loved. He surveyed the room. Except for a few pieces of plastic outdoor furniture, the apartment sat empty as his life.

No matter how he tried, he couldn’t wrap his mind around the finality and accept it. Marines didn’t give up. He picked up his bags and walked out the door, not bothering to lock it behind him.

Anyone who wanted it could have the remnants of his life. He’d finally retired from the Marines and, thanks to Cori, had secured a job working for Sol’s company, Protect and Serve. Not that it mattered. Without Lissa, he had no reason to care, but it would help him to get by until he could figure out how to get his wife back.

Make that ex-wife.

And he would find a way. Eventually, she’d come to her senses. No one could turn love off. He’d be the one to know. His heart ached constantly for the woman he’d once had. He’d been an idiot not to listen to what she said, to put the Corps before her. Hindsight being twenty-twenty and all that, he decided he needed to man up, improvise, adapt, and overcome.

August strode up to the unsexiest vehicle a man could own, a fifteen-year-old minivan with rusty doors, a black cloud of smoke that followed wherever he drove it, and a driver’s side door that wouldn’t open. He tossed his bags in the rear cargo area and climbed over the passenger seat to take his place behind the wheel. Patting his pockets, he searched for his key and extracted it, wondering why he even bothered to remove it from the ignition. A thief would be doing him a favor to steal it.

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Sometimes Fairytales come true... 

First Sergeant Cori Valentine faces a bleak future. She’s turning forty in three weeks and life as she knows it is over. An injury received while on deployment has earned her an early retirement from the Marine Corps, something she’s not sure she’ll survive. Things get even better when interfering Marines set her up on a blind date for a party she doesn’t want. The guy has to be a total toad to want to go out with her. Right? 

When Madame Eve informs Retired SEAL, Sol Keller she’s found his perfect match, he doesn’t believe it, but takes up the challenge. One look at the First Sergeant in a sexy dress and combat boots has him wondering if fairytales really can come true. Madame Eve might be the legendary Fairy Godmother, and Cori his Cinderella. Sol intends to show the Marine beauty a Prince Charming she’ll never forget, and that retirement isn’t the end of her story but merely the beginning.

Meet a real Cinderella!

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Hi everyone! You may notice that I’m not Bunny. No, she’s decided to chase after one of the sexy Pararescuemen that Bobby introduced her to back in March. And while I’m not a sexy Demon, my author does like to refer to me as a bunny. The Energizer Bunny, that is. Hey, I can’t help it that I never run out of ideas. Might as well get them down before I do run out one day, right? So, today, I’m interviewing retired First Sergeant Cori Valentine from Cinderella Wore Combat Boots.

Cori: Good Morning. And what name do you go by?

My author has many names for me, but I prefer to be called Élan. I have to tell you, Cori,  we have a lot in common. We just keep going and going until the job is done. But recently you were told you had to stop, that you had to retire. How did you react to that?

All my life I’ve been in the Corps. My Marines are my family. I wasn’t just faced with saying goodbye to my career, but my family. Unless you’ve been there, it’s hard to understand the bond you have with your brothers and sisters in arms. I was ready to show them I could do it, but the military is cutting back, and those who had medical issues, had to go.

I would fight them all the way, too. But they did plan an extravagant retirement party for you, complete with some surprises. Like a date, perhaps?

Yeah, about that. I didn’t want it. I didn’t want to be reminded of that ticking clock. It really felt like my life was over, that everything I had worked for was being taken from me. Then my good buddy, Gunny, convinced me to get onboard. A photo, a new dress, even though I’d wanted to wear my uniform, and boots, something I could walk in without landing flat on my ass in front of everyone. My old injury wasn’t having any of the high heels.

And I heard your unit took you shopping. That in itself is a situation jammed packed with plot bunnies. I mean imagine all those sexy, young men and who they could meet. My author is going to kill me. Okay, so how was the shopping trip?

Okay, there is a reason you shouldn’t take men shopping. I think I tried on every dress in that shop before I had one foisted on me at the last second, to replace a strip of fabric one of the guys tried to pass off as a gown. Surprise. It turned out to be the right dress. Nothing to trip on, and my color—red. Then Gunny slid a pair of patent leather combat boots under the door, the same kind the USO used for some of their dancers. I couldn’t say no. They were perfect.

They would be my preference, too. And your date? I mean, I heard you got all hot and bothered just by looking at his picture. What did you think when you actually met Sol in person?

Well, it was kind of hard not to. He’s that kind of man when you walk by him, you risk getting whip-lash from the double-take. Meeting him in person.... Much more than I expected.

Oh, I’d love to meet him. Can you explain to us what your role in the Marines was before retirement?

I was a First Sgt. I worked as an MP before that, and encountered an IED at a checkpoint. The shrapnel from the explosion destroyed my hip. The surgeons weren’t sure they could put me back together, and I was told point blank, I’d likely never walk again. But I showed them. I walked, with a limp, but I walked, so when they told me I had to retire or be medically discharged, you can understand how it wrecked my world.

Good for you for proving them wrong. Though it still sucks that you had to retire. And how do you fill your days now? I can’t see you just sitting down and accepting retirement.

I work for Sol at his company Serve and Protect. We make protective equipment for the military and for police and fire departments. We also have a lab that develops bionic prosthesis, eyes, limbs, hearing and we’re even working on devices that pick up where severed spines leave off. Our hopes are that someday, individuals with spinal injuries will be able to walk again.

A great goal! And I look forward to seeing the company in the news when that goal is reached. Okay, now for the quickies. You do, do quickies, don’t you? Splendid. *Claps hands together*

How tall does he have to be to take you for a ride? At least six foot. I’m tiny, but I love a man that I can look up to.

Chocolate or Vanilla? Both.

Boxers or briefs? Commando

Beer or champagne? Beer

Mustache or clean-shaved? Clean-shaved

Skin art or unaltered canvas? Depends on what’s on their skin. Another woman’s name—turnoff. His trident—hot.

Does size matter? *Raises brow*

And I’m pretty sure I know the answer to this, but heels or flats? Boots.

Thanks for stopping by, Cori, and giving us the scoop on your date. I understand you have a tell-all book out about your night called, Cinderella Wore Combat Boots. Do you have the link where readers can buy it? Cinderella Wore Combat Boots

Okay, keep your eyes open next month when Bunny will be back to interview.

Bye, bye for now!

Thanks for having me, Elan.

March on over! Bunny interviews Pararescueman Bobby Martin

By Bunny

*Pops into chair wearing pink ACUs and waves to the audience.*

Good Morning, 1NightStanders. Today, I’m talking to Sergeant Bobby Martin, an Air Force Pararescueman. 

Okay, I know it’s not just me thinking this, what’s a Pararescueman?

Bobby:  Okay, let’s get this over with. Generally I’m not one to toot my own horn, but it took a lot to get here and that’s something I’m extremely proud of. So, we are also known as PJs, a group of Air Force elite, and are the only group in the Department of Defense specifically trained and equipped to conduct conventional and unconventional rescue processes. Our main mission is personnel recovery and combat search and rescue operations.

Additionally, PARARECUEMEN are among the most highly trained emergency trauma specialists in the U.S. military and we must earn and maintain an emergency medical technician paramedic qualification throughout their careers. Just for shits and giggles I brought along the list of training we have to go through to be a pararescueman. After completion of six weeks of Basic Military Training, we spend the next 17 months training at the following schools:

 •The PARARESCUE/Combat Control

 Indoctrination Course

 10 weeks, Lackland AFB, TX

 •US Army Airborne Parachutist School

 3 weeks, Fort Benning, GA

 •US Army Combat Divers School

 4 weeks, Key West, FL

 •US Navy Underwater Egress Training

 1 day, Pensacola NAS, FL

 •US Air Force Basic Survival School

 2 and a half weeks, Fairchild AFB, WA

 •US Army Military Freefall Parachutist School

 5 weeks, Yuma Proving Grounds, AZ

 •Special Operations Combat Medic Course

 22 weeks, Fort Bragg, NC

 •PARARESCUE Recovery Specialist Course

 20 weeks, Kirtland AFB, NM

Then the real fun begins. Many of us have spent the greater part of the past eight years in Iraq and Afghanistan where we have one mission only, and that is to rescue American or Allied forces in extreme danger.  Our targets have been shot down or are isolated behind enemy lines, surrounded, engaged, wounded, or captured by the enemy, we will do whatever necessary to bring our brothers and sisters home.

That’s it in a nutshell.

There is something so hot about men in uniform. I was in the Army once. My father has a legion, real elite. I’m sure you’ve heard of them. Anyway, I served as a recruiter. There was this Roman Centurion I once knew.... I mean if you’re going to go all out, Centurion is the way to go. Pararescuemen are a lot like Centurions, they are both hot, and soldiers. One flies in a helicopter and the other...okay, so there not a lot alike, but a girl can dream, can’t she? You wouldn’t understand until you’ve seen a man with great legs wearing a tunic and armor. And though I love the primitive charm of a man with a sword, there’s certainly nothing wrong with a man who knows how to handle a gun.

Er, weapon. Isn’t that what they’re calling it these days? Sword—gun, they’re all rather phallic wouldn’t you say?

So, Bobby....

Bobby: (cocks an eyebrow)

Tell everyone a bit about yourself. What it is you do? How you got into your current line of work.

Bobby: Beyond all the other stuff that PJ’s do, I’m also a trained sniper. Comes in handy now and then. As for what got me here? I’d have to give my mother credit for that one. She gave me a strong sense of honor and pride in my country, and while she may not have thought I’d take this route with my life, it was really the only way I could see myself going. I wouldn’t want to do anything else.

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How did you end up soliciting the services of 1NightStand?

Bobbie: Actually I’d, uh…well, I helped my Lieutenant get together with his wife through 1 Nightstand. After they got married, I was bullied into using the service for myself.

Tell me about what you were looking for in a woman, what qualifications were a must on that application?

Bobbie: All women are hot in their own way. But for me, long legs, a nice rack. Typical guy stuff, I guess.

Was your date everything you expected?

Bobbie: Not exactly. I mean Siobhan was, for sure! The moment I saw her I was hooked. But she also tripped every warning bell I had, too.

Anything you didn’t?

Bobby: Being shot at was a real buzzkill. Having my teammates come rescue us with Siobhan wrapped in only a sheet wasn’t fun either. The jackasses still haven’t let me forget it.

All right, let’s get to the quickies. Everyone likes the quickies.

Damsel in Distress or Xena, Warrior Princess?

Bobby: Xena

T or A?

Bobby: T

Boxers or  briefs?

Bobby: Commando

Southern Belles or Northern Babes?

Bobby: Southern

Ever had a little demon tail?

Bobby: No. But I’ve kicked some demon as— um, tail.

What? It’s a legitimate question. I’ve really been doing my best lately to behave, but such hotness sitting across from me, and well, I regress a teeny bit. I’m a lover, not a fighter. Okay, okay, so I have been known to shove the occasional date into lava and torment the damned, but I have my reasons.

Okay, that pretty much kills our time like a sniper with a bullet.

Stop by next month and see who sitting in the hot seat. Thanks for stopping by Bobby, oh, and one last question for the road.

You’re traveling to Singapore on the Oriental Express. You see a little man hobble toward the baggage cars and go inside. You go after him to tell him the sleepers are in the other direction, only to find him tearing through luggage. When you ask him what he’s doing, he turns around and you realize the old dude isn’t old at all. In fact, he’s not a dude. The woman has a twelve inch blade and lunges for you. All you have in your pockets are chopsticks from the lo mien you’d been eating and floss, because you have fantastic dental hygiene.

You’re too far from the exit to get to it before she gets to you and guts you like a fish. What do you do?

Bobby: First off, we Pararescuemen are trained in hand-to-hand combat. This princess doesn’t stand a chance with her pointy fingernail file. And it’s not like I can just ignore her or call train security. I glance at the baggage she’d been digging through. Oh, sh*t, there’s weapon’s grade uranium in there. Must have been what she’d been after. Now we’re talking national security. The b*tch is going down. I just wait for her lunge, disarm her, and hog tie her with a belt from one of the bags she’d been rifling through. From another suitcase, I grab a sock and stuff it in her mouth. Whipping out my chopsticks from my back pocket, I stick them between her teeth (so she can’t spit out the sock), and tie them behind her head with the floss. Now that she’s secure, I call the train security officer and report the threat to national security.

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An Interview with Lily from LIGHTNING

Good morning. My name is Bunny and I’m your hostess today on the 1NightStand blog, and that filter you have between your brain and mouth—well, I don’t have one of them. Just saying. So, don’t expect it.

This month I’m interviewing Lily from Lightning. She’s the one that knocked the power out for Sleepy Hollow a few years back. Pthhhh, and you seriously thought it was a storm?

Upon reading her profile, I see that we have a lot of things in common. For one thing, she’s a demon, a succubus, and I too am a demon, a soul collector of sorts. I prefer the term recruiter of the damned. We obviously both have great taste in clothes and men, and I too have sisters, older sisters, a legion of them.

When I was a young demon and still lived at home, around my house, the wonder years and PMS were not pretty. It gave a bad day in hell a whole new meaning. You want to talk hell? One bathroom and a legion of sisters. Do you have any idea what I had to do to get some mirror time? Seriously, sisters can.... 

*Blinks*

Oh, I’m getting off topic. I just love to reminisce about the past. And I understand my guest today has been reminiscing a lot lately about her past. So let’s get this party going. We’ll start with an easy question.

Tell us about the night you began to fight your natural instincts. I mean you are a sex demon and you do have to, how do I put this delicately, screw your brains out, boff like a bunny... um okay, not like a bunny, but you know what I mean. You have to scratch that itch. Go ahead and tell the readers what triggered the insanity, why you put off men and chose to slowly waste away.

Wow, Bunny, you do go on, don’tcha, babe?

Oooh kitty has claws. We really should talk about some of the job openings I have available. You would be perfect for many positions, and not all are on your back. But do tell, why have you sworn off sex again?

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Okay, well, first of all, I am not a sex DEMON. I do not collect souls. I am a sex GODDESS.  I rock their world. I give them the hottest time of their life. I leave them whimpering, vibrating, electronically-charged pools of molten testosteronic jelly. (I may have made that up. I may also be channeling my sisters just a teensy tinsy bit.)

Of course, your mileage may vary, Bunny! (My eyes don’t go red.)

 But yeah, my first time (and first time with a mortal) did not go, how shall I say it…well. Oh, the sex was mind-blowing and all. In fact, it kinda literally blew the mind of my prom date, the great love of my life, Campbell Jones. Left him comatose. I didn’t quite know what I was doing then and I had years of pent-up frustration building. So when I finally let it loose…snap, crackle & pop, you might say. Poor, poor Campbell.  When the paramedics scraped him up, zapped into unconsciousness, I thought he was dead. Mourned him a good long time, too.  Little did I know Campbell was busy acquiring, um, super (staying) powers.

So…yeah. I’ve been a little skittish about mortals, you might say.

And talk about sisters! Really? You want to go there? Holy crow. You don’t know from whacky, oversexed, domineering older sisters until you’ve met mine.  Dagney and Zena. I mean, shoot, there I was, opening my brand spanking new professional office as an accident reconstruction expert (Okay, so yeah, I may have a teensy, tinsy bit of history there), when in flit my sisters ready to re-arrange my life.  I mean, it’s barely page 3 of my story and Zena’s already got her sexy lips wrapped around the southern part of the anatomy of the maintenance guy hanging my diploma on the wall.  Sorta makes sharing a bathroom pale in comparison. Ya know?

Until you have a legion in your closet stealing your haute couture, I don’t want to hear it. Okay, so sharing a bathroom isn’t that bad, but when they touch the shoes, someone is going to get hurt. *runs nail file over ends of pitchfork*

What kept you from going out, finding a tall drink of water and sucking him down like a high-calorie smoothie? There’s much to be said about breaking your diet and going for the fast food. You know how they say that if you deny yourself a treat every now and then, you’re going to fall off the wagon and binge.

Yeah, well. I’m a succubus, as you’ve pointed out. Got to keep the hormones and electrolytes and all that other stuff in cosmic balance. Or the lightning tends to strike. Like, you know, with poor Campbell. And the lower Hudson Valley power grid.  And all the cell phone service in Sleepy Hollow. So whenever I’d need to scratch an itch, I’d make a booty call to an incubus. Talk about fast food.  I had them on speed dial.  But…you know. The slam-bam-thank-you ma’am is not that filling. You tend to want a meatier meal an hour later.

I hear you there. I once dated this Hell Lord.... An incubus. The sex was off the scale, but in the end, he ate all my takeout, drank all my beer, and didn’t put the toilet seat down, so I pushed him in a lava pool. It’s so hard to find what you want out there.

I understand your sisters were concerned about you. Is that why you used the password they gave you to unlock instructions on where to meet your date?

Yeah. Something was definitely missing. I was beginning to fade away. Zena thought I was looking whiter than Edward Cullen.  A fair complexion is one thing. Translucent is another. So it was definitely time to sink my lips into something more tasty and nutritious.

Since you’re a succubus, I’ll just get to the question everyone has on their mind. What was your favorite part of the date?

Campbell. 

The blindfold?

Campbell.

Did anything other than who your date was, surprise you?

Campbell’s ability to ….uh, yeah.   No. Nice try, though.

Do you like bondage? Whips, chains, maybe a nice riding crop?

Campbell. Campbell, Campbell, Campbell.

Rather single-minded aren’t you. Anyway, I have these cuffs....

Whatever works for you, honey-bunny.

Honey-Bunny? Listen Fry-Girl, Bunny doesn’t swing that way, well only on special occasions, but I’m not into succubus, just so you know. Your kind are clingy and just too draining. *Glances around quiet audience* Okay, so I might have experimented a time or two, but doesn’t everyone do that in college?

And hey, you in the audience, you haven’t read that Fifty Shades of something or another? Please, everyone knows that cuffs and blindfolds are the new red. Get with the trends. Seriously, come out of the dungeon people. You didn’t fall off the escalator to heaven yesterday. You know what I’m talking about. Japanese knot tying, nipple clamps....

*sighs*

Never mind. Keep pretending to be innocent. Bunny knows the truth, every single bit of that dirty debauchery you try to hide. *Eyes flash red* Now, where was I? Oh yes. Since your sisters filled out the questionnaire for you, did they get it right; did you get your perfect match? What kind of traits would you have listed that they didn’t?

Did I happen to mention…CAMPBELL???

Cambell, smambell. Got it, pumpkin. You’d forget all about your soup guy, dear, if you saw the way this.... Never mind, *snaps fingers in front of her* she’s a goner. Whatever works for you Fry-Girl.  

Okay, it’s time for quickies. Everyone loves quickies. *Stops and eyes the audience* Well, almost everyone. Alright, here we go.

How tall does he need to be to get on the ride?

If he’s on his back or hanging from the chandelier, do you really think that matters?

Good point. We’ll move on. Boxers or Briefs?

Commando.

Roses or orchids?

Gardenias. (Campbell knows this.)

I have a feeling there’s a story there. Suits or Jeans?

Oh, my Goddess! Have you SEEN Campell in his tux? Or out of it for that matter?  (You better NOT have seen him out of it, Bunny, on second and third thought.)

Is that a challenge? I mean I do have some pretty decent optics available. If you insist I can certainly check him out. *Points pitchfork.* Put the claws away. We’re civilized here and people who play with Bunny get hurt. You might break a nail or something. I get it, he’s yours. That leaves how many million for me?

Does size matter?

Campbell’s got no problems there.  And I’ve got no complaints.

Lights on or off? Oh that’s right; you like to take out the power grid. My bad. So, I can safely say lights off—or is that out?

We kinda like stars and lightning lighting up the night sky. 

 

Hopeless! Winter or summer? Somehow you don’t strike me as the snow angel type.

Hot, hot, HOT.  And outdoors, baby! 

Does he have any brothers, and do you have their phone number?

Funny you should ask. He’s got a really HUNKY brother, Sean.  (Don’t tell either of them I said so.)  Sean’s the hero of THUNDER, another 1Night Stand story now available from Decadent Publishing. Campbell and I fixed Sean up. Kinda. Sorta. With the help of Madame Evangeline, of course! (But those Jones brothers have a lot of tasty guys on their crews, if you’re interested. Oh, Goddess. What am I saying? You? Not. Interested? BWAHAHAHAHA!) 

*Blinks* What? Now what a minute there, sister. You are going to share? Do you really blame me? Please tell the readers what he looks like, Lily.

Swoon-worthy.

Thanks for the in depth description, Lily. And thanks for coming today and sitting in the hot seat. Leans closer. Don’t forget to give me that number before you go. Sometimes you just have to bypass the homework and get straight to the stalking. You know what I mean. I’m all about time savers.

To find out how Lily’s date went, make sure to stop by Decadent and pick up the tell all exclusive, Lightning.

And if you want to read Sean’s story, Thunder, you can pick that up HERE

Thanks for stopping by.

Ciao, Lovelies!