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Wednesday, May 22, 2013

A Tasty Interview with a Vampire



Welcome to our May 1Night Stand interview. Today I have Cade O’Donnell from A Taste of Humanity. Cade, welcome to my hot seat. Please tell the audience a little about you.

I don’t usually do interviews. I mean, I’m not the most interesting person. But you’ve been pretty insistent in talking to me so I guess I’ll go along with it.
I was born in Ireland, but I don’t remember any of it as my parent’s moves to Detroit shortly after my birth. My father was in the army so we travelled a lot. My mother homeschooled me which had its pros and cons. I really didn’t have many friends.  I was expected to follow in my fathers footsteps, but I didn’t have the dedication to be a soldier which caused a lot of friction between my father and I. I left home at seventeen and did odd jobs until I met Gage Masters.  He’s a Real Estate Investor, top in his field. He took me under his wing and within a few years I rose to the top.

So, why did you choose Vegas to hook up with your 1Night Stand. I hear New Orleans is quite the party town, or perhaps Colorado if you want a flavor of the West, wait, forget Colorado. I hear they’ve been getting snow in May. Ugh, split ends, dry flaky skin and layers and layers of clothes. I prefer a much warmer climate, if you know what I mean. Besides I think spring clothing should look like spring, not sweaters, mittens and snow boots. So, last season, you know?

It’s the city of sin. What better place to hook up with someone you don’t know for one night of sex
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I don’t know about you, but I like the sunshine, lying on a beach and getting oil rubbed into my back by.... *sighs*

I’m not much of a sun person. I’m better at night, if you know what I mean. **Winks**

No, not sure I know what you mean. Leans in closer. Smile again?
Whoa. What big fangs you have? And very sparkly white. You’ve got a great dentist. If I had a soul, I’d sell it to have someone that does work like that. Can I get his number after the interview?

I’ve been told that a lot. I have a personal dentist. She does work for Gage’s employees only.

So, Madame Eve. Why a 1Night Stand? Why did you seek out her legendary matchmaking services? Surely a nice-looking guy like you doesn’t have a hard time hooking up with the chicks? Well, with the exception of the pale complexion. You could use a little sun.

As I said, I’m more of a night person.  I was given Madame Eve’s business Card and when I checked her out, I liked what I saw. She’s a professional who knows how to give a person just what they need for a mate. She also caters to the out of the norm customers, ones who may not find it so easy to search out a date. Every one of her clients is researched and if they meet her criteria, she helps them. It’s safer and easier.  I needed someone in a hurry, who was clean, who I could feel comfortable with. Someone who would accept my….unusual appetites. Besides, meeting someone at a bar for a one night stand seems so trashy.

*cocks head*
Wait, pale skin, the accent—are you.... Never mind. So, a little birdie tells me you might be associated with certain people in Vegas. I’ll just spit it out then. The mob?

What little birdie told you that?

I have all kinds of contacts below. I’d be happy to introduce you to a few. My father kicks it with a good deal of them, well, and Ghangis Khan. Do you know him? Long hair he wears in a ponytail--mustache. A sore loser at craps. The way he acts, you’d think he’s never lost at anything before. It must be small man’s disease, because he’s like five foot zero. Seriously, all attitude.... *Glances around at silent audience*

Again, I’d like to find out who told you that. I don’t need other connections. I’m happy with my job, with Gage.  I don’t think I would enjoy hanging with your father. No offence but he doesn’t seem very professional.

Oh, my father, he’s very professional, but you don’t want to piss him off. He takes on this whole Lord of Hell persona. and it’s.... I just hate it when he pouts. What a baby. The last time that happened, well, we had the Dark Ages.

He’s in charge of torturing the damned for all eternity, but hey, this interview is all about you, and I don’t want to get into the family business too deep. I mean there are nine levels, or so that’s the rumor going around, but I can tell you it goes a lot deeper...never mind, I said I wasn’t going to talk family business and there I go, off on a tangent. Though I am certainly happy to take you on a tour someday if you’d like to ask my little birdie, yourself. I have this little contract you have to sign first, a little formality. Wait do you have a soul?

Really, this is the type of interview you do? Or are you trying to recruit because if that’s the case you can go to hell.

 Seriously dude, don’t glare, it’s not a good look for you. You don’t want to age that way, trust me, I’ve seen the way some very unhappy people have aged and I’m just saying, you don’t want that. Let’s move on before you face gets stuck like that. K? So, what were the requirements for your dream date? What did you specify was a must on that application?

I’m vain, I’ll admit it. I wanted beauty, a great body and someone who was open to new things. I also wanted someone with brains, you know, not an airhead.

Vanity—a deadly sin. Love it. Keep talking. Was she everything you thought she would be?

Hell yeah, and more! She was so much fun and watching her face light up at the flashy lights and entertainment that Vegas boasts made me feel like it was the first time seeing Vegas myself.  Penny turned out to be a hell of a woman.

So, how about some quickies? Everyone loves the quickies.

You got that right. **Wink**

O Neg or O Pos, or are you a “O” man?

What is my blood type? That’s a strange question. Okay, I’m B positive.

I have to tell you, I love “O” men. I mean anyone that can give you a great big “O” is the bomb in my book.  I mean, you really are in my book. *pulls out black book and flips through it, stopping on last page and points* See, I’ve got you penciled in right here. All you have to do is give me your address and phone number. I’ll take care of the rest.

I’m sure you’re a lot of fun, but you’re not really my type.

No? Don’t do demons? Okay, I know a few people that can help me get that information. No bother. Let’s move on, this quickie is stretching out a bit.
Day or Night?

Night

Boxers or briefs.

Briefs. It my opinion that any man that wears boxers doesn’t have much to be proud in the cock department.  Think about it. Which would you rather see? The bulge in a pair of tighty-whities or the sag of baggy boxers.

I prefer free style. So...where do you live?

San Diego, but I travel a lot so I have places scattered about.

Can you be a little more specific? I’ve been building my little black stalking book. You can never have enough prey. It’s really a must in my line of work.
I’ve had my share of stalkers. They don’t stick around once I **talk** to them.

Oh, I don’t go away. I’m very good at what I do, and threats kind of turn me on. So.... Thanks for stopping in today. For the tell all exclusive on Cade’s date, check out this link. Taste of Humanity You can get all the dirty deets on the date there. 

Thanks for the interesting interview, Bunny. For my first time, it wasn’t boring. **Smiles slyly**

Okay, I gotta run. But make sure to stop by next month, when I interview Cori Valentine from Cinderella Wore Combat Boots.

Hey, I forgot to ask, do you get all sparkly in the sunlight?
You should burn for that question.  What did I say about being a night person. I’m out of here.

Jeesh, some people can’t hold their sunlight. Okay, bye, bye, Cade. You know they have this thing called sunscreen. Just saying. Come again and visit, some time. *Blinks* Did he just walk out on me? Seriously? Some Vampires can be so crabby in the morning. *Shrugs* Don’t forget to stop by next month when I put a Marine in my hot seat.
Bunny


Monday, October 1, 2012

Never Write While Sleep Deprived

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By Shiela Stewart

**Yawns** forgive me if I ramble a bit today. I’m going on day three of having very little sleep. No, I have not been up all night writing. That would be nice.  I’ve had a few rough days and nights dealing with some personal issues. Enough said. Anywho…back to what I was talking about. Writing with very little sleep. Have you ever done it? Did you actually accomplish anything? Were you able to read it?

The reason I ask is that I have written while on little sleep. And trust me, it was not readable. But at the time, I had a great idea and it couldn’t wait. I had to write it now. Since I couldn’t sleep, I sat in my living room, laptop ready and began to type like a mad woman. The ideas rolled out of me in a flow I’ve never felt before. I couldn’t type fast enough, my fingers flew across the keyboard like lightning.  As I wrote I told myself this was the one that was going to take me to the top. Three hours later I hade several chapters done and sleep was calling. I saved the document then staggered off to bed. Despite being dog tired, I was hyped up about the epic novel I had just started. For the first time in days, I slept like a baby.

I should have stayed asleep.

Excited, I woke, ran to my laptop even before having breakfast and opened the document. I stared at the screen, blinking as if that would change what I saw before me. Nope, nothing changed. It was still crap.  There wasn’t a single sentence in the five chapters that made sense. I kid you not. Picture yourself, eyes closed, typing away. Now open your eyes. How well did you do? Probably better than I did while sleep deprived. My sentences looked similar to this:

Asdjoiefn gruhlasd ueoihas sa[ksdnkcfpos

Seriously! Yet in my mind, and in my sleep deprived vision I saw sentences of great writing. Paragraphs that were off the charts.

And do you think I could remember any of the idea when I woke? Nope, not a trickle came to me. How is that possible? People do strange things while sleep deprived. I wrote the greatest crap story ever written. I’ve learned my lesson. If I’m too tired to think, or I’ve gone days with little sleep, I don’t write.
Anyone ever have an experience like mine? What did you do while sleep deprived?

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Saturday, September 1, 2012

How Much Reality is Okay to put in Novels?



By Shiela Stewart

How much reality is okay to put in novels? I’ve asked myself that a lot. I worry about copyright laws or even stepping on someone’s toes.  Most authors tend to have some reality in their books, mostly taken from an experience in their life, a moment that just sticks out and begs to be written. But what about seeing something on TV and building on it? I hear it all the time. “I could write a better story than that piece of crap” Sometimes watching a movie, or a TV show can spur an idea. That’s fine, as long as you don’t copy it with only changing the names and places.

 But what about real life issues? There have been stories made on fictional people who either died or survived 911. Or a traveler that is late for their flight, misses it, then hears on the news it crashed. Lately I’ve heard rumours that a “Based on Actual Events” movie is in the early stages of planning surrounding the events that unfolded during the Colorado Massacre at the Batman premier. It doesn’t surprise me. It is a heart-breaking story and very compelling.

Now is it okay—say for instance me, a romance author—to make up a character that was in the shooting, who falls in love with a cop who saves her?  Or in less dramatic events, making up a character that is in the 
Olympics and write a story around him/her. How much reality is okay to use in creating a story? Do readers gobble up those types of stories because they know the situation?  Or are they turned off from it? It’s a fine line, I guess, to know what is and isn’t okay to write about. 

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Friday, August 10, 2012

The Naughty Angel



By Shiela Stewart

Angels and Demons. Heaven and Hell. What makes them so fascinating and why do we want to go to heaven so badly? No, this is not going to be a preachy blog so please don’t turn me off. I’m about to share with you my take on the subject and why I love writing about them.

I do believe in Angels and Demons, but maybe not entirely in the biblical sense. I believe in good and bad. Everyone has good in them, and everyone has bad in them. It’s how we chose to use them that makes us who we are. Some will argue until they’re blue in the face that schizophrenics and people with mental illness are possessed by demons. They’re just not educated in how the brain works. 

But have you ever stopped and looked at those people who lead a normal life, going about a normal existence then one day, they grab a weapon and take out a crowd of people? What made them do that?  Or the straight-laced businessman who for ten years has done his job, always been on time, never caused a problem. Then one day he snaps and trashes his office, then walks up to his boss and stabs him in the heart. Maybe he just snapped. Sure, fine, but would a normal person take a knife or any sharp implement and jab into a guys heart? Had to be evil inside of him for him to do such a thing. 

When we think of angels we see delicate features of a women or child with golden hair wearing a white flowing dress and white feathery wings, gold halo over her head. That’s what we’ve been taught to believe. But what about the person that for no reason at all will pay for the person behind them in the grocery line up without saying a word to the person. Or shovel your walk after a snow storm. What about the person who stops on the side of the road to help someone fix their flat tire, in the middle of a down pour? A good hearted person couldn’t drive by and not stop and help.

Now, let’s talk about the biblical Angels and Demons. God Rules the Heavens and Satan rules Hell. Angels do Gods work and Demons do Satan’s work. Neither has a mind of their own. I often wonder if they get bored with their jobs—if there really are such things. It was that thought that brought on the idea for my latest release, The Naughty Angel. I bring together an angel wanting something different in her life other than being the watcher of children and finds it at Madam Eve’s 1 Night Stand and a Demon looking for his next minion. Both are slaves to their master. Being together is the ultimate sin for both. Yet it is so tempting.

So tell me what you think. Are Angels and Demons real?  Comment and you could be a lucky winner of a brand spanking copy of the new release of The Naughty Angel just released.

Friday, July 27, 2012

Naughty vs. Nice



by Shiela Stewart

All my life I’ve been a good little girl. I did as my parents told me. Never got in any trouble. Didn’t drink, smoke or do drugs. And if you believe any of that I have a gorgeous shack I could sell you in the swamps.
Why be good when being bad is so much fun. Right? Life would be so dull if we stuck to the rules and never did anything outside the norm. Think about it. We might as well be robots. Life is too short to waste it being good all the time. There is so much stress in our lives so it’s nice just to throw away all the worries and have a little fun. You work all day, doing as you’re told, bring in the money. Or you’re home all day taking care of the kiddies, cleaning the house, changing poopy diapers and making sure the meal is planned out and ready. You do this day after day and you start to go a little crazy. Don’t deny it. We’ve all been there.  And that is why its fun to step out of the professional/good mommy role and do something fun.
But where to start?
Take a part time evening job as a stripper. Nothing like throwing caution to the wind and letting it all hang out.
Run through the streets naked.
Again, there is that property in the swamp I can sell you.
Seriously though. Having fun doesn’t mean being arrested or shaking it all for the world to see.  But doing something different once and a while is fun too. Join a murder mystery club.  Roll play as someone else and live their life if only for a few hours. Or, pick a different club or coffee shop each week to try out.  Go skinny dipping in the lake at night when no one else is around.  I’ve heard people say starting a flash mob is a hoot. I’ve never done this but it sure sounds like fun. That sort of thing. Something different to avoid going stark raving mad.
My favourite phrase comes courtesy of the Simpsons.
Homer: “All work and no play make Homer something something…”
Marge: “Go crazy?”
Homer. “Don’t mind if I do.”
Now you’re probably thinking that I’m all talk and no action. Well here are some examples of crazy daring things I’ve done in my life.
Flashing my boobs to passing cars. Mooning people. Walking down the street, beer bottle in hand, dancing and singing at the top of my lungs despite the cop car up a head. Making out in an open field.
Now those are a bit extreme, but they sure were a lot of fun at the time.
In my upcoming release, The Naughty Angel, I dip into the subject of stepping out of your comfort zone. Ariel Raine is an Angel looking for a bit of excitement. She knows its taboo to seek sex, but she’s tired of the same old same old and is willing to deal with the consequences. Being pared up with a demon is not what she had planned, but she soon learns being naughty is a hell of a lot more fun than being good.
Have you ever done anything out of the norm, even something a bit embarrassing? How did it make you feel?  Would you do it again? Come on, spill the beans. J

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