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Thank you for coming, DL Jackson! Get comfy...I have a few questions for you. Great book by the way! :)
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What was your first 1Night Stand story? Can you tell us a
little about it?
My first 1 Night
Stand story was, Cinderella Wore Combat Boots. It was about a Marine First
Sergeant who is retiring due to an injury received while deployed and the party
the Marines in her unit throw her a party and set her up on a date, all to show
her that life doesn’t have to end with the Marine Corps.
Do you have any others? Can you tell us a little about
I have three other
stories that are published with the 1 Night Stand series. Those would be This
Endris Night, a mix between paranormal and science fiction. The story is part
of a Christmas collection and takes place in Alaska. The heroine is a Yupik
supermodel and the hero is from out of this world. Seducing Liberty is a time
travel/menage story. The heroine is a movie star, the heroes men from the past
who are part of Washington’s Culper Spy Ring during the Revolutionary War. And
last but not least, My Boogie Woogie Bugle Guy. This is a contemporary military
romance with a less than typical hero—an Army trumpet player. This one’s got a
Big Brass 40’s recreation Swing Party and some fun scenes that play off the
quirkier side of my humor.
Do you have any other 1 Night Stand stories in the works?
Can you share an excerpt or two?
Currently I have one
under contract that should be coming out at the end of this year. That would
be, Being Prince Charming, and it follows Cinderella Wore Combat Boots. I have
several in the works. Three more of the military fairytales, Waking Beauty, The
Princess and the Frogman and Beauty and the Brigadier. I also have an un-named
1 Night Stand, that follows This Endris Night.
These are all
unedited excerpts, so please excuse any errors or typos.
left and never came back, 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 outdoor plastic furniture, it was as empty as his life.
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 the door behind him.
who wanted it, could have the remnants of his life. He’d finally retired from
the Marine Corps, and thanks to Cori, he’d 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.
he would get her back. 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 it was
time to man up, improvise, adapt and overcome.
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 wouldn’t open. He tossed his bags in the back, and
climbed over the passenger seat to take his place behind the wheel. He patted
his pockets and extracted the key, wondering why he even bothered to remove it
from the ignition. A thief would be doing him a favor to steal it.
My name is Chief Warrant Officer Alexandria Larson. I fly an Apache as one
of the elite Nightstalkers. If you are reading this, I probably didn’t make it
back from Afghanistan alive. Know that I entrusted this document to a chaplain
on the installation I was stationed out of, who was to contact Madame Eve at 1
Night Stand for directions where to send this, in the event something happened.
I needed you to know why I stood you up.
This was my third deployment, but everything felt wrong from the moment I
set my boots down on Khandahar airfield. It was why I enlisted the help of an
online dating service. I wanted to experience love on my terms—if only for a
night, and if I made it home, I promised myself I would.
All my life I’ve pretended to be someone I wasn’t, but if you are like
me, you know what I’m talking about. The, don’t ask, don’t tell policy of the
military, prevented me from coming out as a lesbian for many years. Even after
it was lifted, I felt I couldn’t come clean about who I was—at least not to
Uncle Sam. Being one of the few female combat helicopter pilots for the Army
came with a cost.
It was hard enough to earn the respect of my peers, and as you read this,
you’ll understand more why I did what I did. I’m only sorry that I never got to
I knew from the moment Madame Eve contacted me and told me about you,
that you were all I ever dreamed of. Smart, beautiful. And my heart ached that
you were alone—like me. I wanted to kiss you. Hold you. Your picture...I’ve
carried it with me since I received it in the file from the dating service.
The Princess and the
asked you not to judge me. It’s not crazy, considering all I have to lose. I
have to make this one night count. I may never have another chance. So, what
was that question again?”
sighed. “Your ideal man?”
Handsome.” Elizabeth closed her eyes. “Let’s see...he’ll have dark hair, a
stomach I could do the laundry on, or lick chocolate from. His smile will be
enough to make me drop my panties and....” She smiled.
Elizabeth looked over at Amanda and winked.
choked on her drink, spewing it across the beach shelter. “Excuse me, miss
If I’m going to have sex one time in my life, I want a big....” Elizabeth
lifted her hands in the air and stretched them about a foot apart.
Are you sure?”
Put it down.” She leaned back and rested her eyes again, listening to the waves
and the squawks of the birds above.
it. Big dick.” Amanda started typing and suddenly stopped. “Oh, good lord.”
cracked an eye and studied her best friend. “What?”
think your order just came in with the tide.”
kidding.” She sat up and began to scan the beach, not seeing anything that
looked like what Amanda mentioned. She did spot a little old man in a Speedo
two sizes too big, wrinkles hanging over the fabric, making it appear smaller
than what it really was. The baggy ass and leg openings where his junk
partially hung out, gave away the fact it didn’t fit him, but blech..the guy
was about ninety, and she so didn’t need to see that after just having lunch. Bitch. Seriously? “Ha, ha. Very funny.”
assure you, I’m not kidding. I just creamed my bikini bottoms. Not over there.”
Amanda reached over, gripped her under the chin and redirected her gaze to the
left. “Look at that. Come to mama.”
down the beach in a black and red wet suit with the top peeled down to hang
around his hips, a set of fins in one hand and a snorkel in the other, was the
man she’d just described. “Holy shit. I want that one. He’s perfect.”
games, Lucas knew, and if anyone could show the bastard what he’d lost, it
would be him. As she continued to talk, Lucas knew he would grant her last
request, give her the night of her life, and show her first fling what he’d
walked away from.
knew this Madam Eve, had applied to her service to get close to prey before.
He’d never gotten a response from her either, so he chose to crash her party in
Alaska the year before, and found himself chin deep in an ocean of shit. If
Nadia hadn’t had a response from Eve yet, chances were she wasn’t getting one.
But there was no reason he couldn’t fulfill her request. He’d certainly paid
for it, in more than one way.
could step in and pretend to be that date and nobody would know. He’d also show
her how a real man could worship her body. And then he’d kill her. He had no
choice. He was a Tracker and Trackers didn’t let hybrids escape—with the
exception of the last one who’d saved his life.
I’m not suppossed to be here after six, so I suppose I’ll see you in the
morning.” She rose to her feet and started up the stairs. As she exited the
chamber, Lucas’s stone exterior cracked and turned to dust, leaving him
crouching on the stone pedestal in his true image. He hopped down, wearing a
tee shirt, khaki pants and work boots. A quick dust off and he took off running
toward the secret passage, hoping to cut her off.
skidded around a corner, pressed a block on the wall, and ran into the dark,
using his enhanced vision to navigate the passage. He stopped in front of a
wall, pushed another block and the wall slid open. He stepped into the narrow
passageway. His people had provided the blueprints for the temple thousands of
years before, making sure they were designed as they had been on his world. Not
hard to figure out where hidden rooms and corridors sat, the sister to this
temple sat in his home city of Qwurwa.
soon as the passageway closed, Doctor Crane came around the corner and ran
head-on into him. “Oh.” She staggered back. “I didn’t realize anyone else
was....” Her mouth dropped open when she looked up into his eyes. “Here.”
caught her arms, steadying her. He raised a brow and gave her his best
panty-melting smile. Trackers were hand-picked from youth. Only children that
possessed certain attributes had the honor to train as one. They were
intelligent, comely and warriors. A lethal combination that helped them to get
closer to their prey. Whoo hoo for genetics. “Doctor Crane.”
fear you have me at a disadvantage.” She bit her lip, but didn’t shrug out of
his hold. “And you are?”
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This is a question sent to me in an email for the advice column. I cleaned it up of course and will answer it to the best of my ability.
I personally have always wanted what was just out of reach. The unobtainable, if you will. I think perhaps it's a flaw of mine. I'm a very prideful person. Yes, I said it. I'm ate up with it in certain areas and lack it in others. Well, this would be one of those areas. If you tell me I can't have it, that only makes me want it more.
If I hear that I can't write a particular type of book, I will write the damn thing if its the last thing I do. If you tell me I can't walk a mile in your shoes, I will walk in them until the soles are gone. With that being said...I'm the opposite when it comes to relationships. If you tell me I can't have a particular person...I will do it just to prove I can. (Pride). BUT, if that particular person voices the same thing, I have no interest. Example-If a third party says, You can't get that guy...My pride will demand that I do, even if I don't want them long term. If that particular guy says...I'm not interested in you, I will lose the attraction....and YET, that same pride will demand that I go after one a step above them...Even if it's short term. Pride is a lonely bed partner to be sure, but it strengthens you in other areas, such as your career, your position in society as a whole.
I think pride is a beautiful thing to have..........................
Now, I'd like to talk about women for a minute. When it comes to men, we will step over a good one to get to a bad one. If he has no money, no job, several DUI's and commitment issues, we're all over it. We will give up the nice guy who will treat us as we should be treated...with respect, loyalty and love for the one who is indifferent. The one we have to wait on calls from. Who doesn't return texts, who is always late, who wants what they want, when they want it. Who isn't giving in bed. It's not because they are better than the nice guy...It's because of our pride...Our self esteem issues. We have to prove to the world that we are good enough to "Land" the hunk. And why? They usually suck in bed...and do you know why that is? They are too pretty and have no need to try. A less than gorgeous guy will blow your mind sexually, because he will try harder.
Now, to spin the table...Guys are exactly the same. They are usually attracted to the ones they are intimidated by. The smart one...The funny one...The cute one. Here's the big difference---Women will actually give an average guy a chance if he's alluring enough..attentive enough....Not you guys. You want that one....the one who has her hand out...Who expects you to pay, to bow down. It's human nature. My suggestion is this.....I have no f****ng clue! I do the same thing! Guilty.
In all seriousness....One piece of advice...The grass is not greener on the other side. I've tasted both sides. It's not. I have learned a lot in the last year and a half of not dating. I love ME. I'm worth THE BEST. And I won't settle for anything less. I will have what I want, because I won't stop until it's achieved.
Go some place private. Sit alone and be quiet. Look inside yourself...Deep....ask yourself what you want...What do you REALLY want? What would have to be done to get it....and make it happen. You have the strength inside you...We all do...You just have to believe in YOU and grab it with both hands.
Good luck in your endeavor.