Spritzed with glitter and dressed in a pale white dress, Jeannie Williams looks like a million bucks, waving the camera around, she eyes her author. “So, you dress me up in all these flashy clothes, high heels and head pieces that weigh fifty pounds and you’re wearing…what the hell are you wearing?”
“These are my comfy clothes. Don’t talk smack about the comfy clothes. I need them to write all those wonderful scenes you shine in.”
Pandora lifted her brows. “Okay, so we’re endorsing lazy chic…I can work with that. I have some cards here.” The showgirl flips through the notecards. “We’re visiting Mia Ashlinn’s blog today…oh, I like her books. She writes naughty. Why couldn’t you write me that naughty?”
“Do you really think Malcolm is the kind of vampire who shares?” Heather leaned back in the chair and eyed the dancer.
“Hmm, good point. Moving on! Our first question for you is—boxers or briefs?”
“Personally? I like boxers…on a guy.”
“But Malcolm wore…”
“Again, you really want to share that?” Heather challenged the dancer and both grinned.
“Okay, we’re going to do this lightning round style—I ask and you answer with the first thing that comes to mind, got it?”
“I can handle that. Just let me get my coffee.” Settling in, the author took a sip and eyed her character. “Hit me.”
“You go into an adult store—who is with you? Your lover or your best group of friends?”
Heather pauses, coffee cup halfway to her mouth. “I am more likely to go there with my fictional friends, so how about my best group of friends.”
Jeannie grins. “You're writing a sex scene, would your characters get into more trouble in the front of a truck or a big backseat?”
“Well, I’ve had them do it in the bed of a truck before, so I’ll say it really depends on the character…and their level of flexibility.”
“Heather!” Jeannie burst out laughing.
“What? I’m just saying. That’s where two of them did it, I didn’t say it’s where I would do it.” She pointed a finger at the character. “And unless you want a cases of fictional STD, don’t go there.”
“Oh, you’re mean when you’re cranky. You should write yourself a Malcolm all for you.” The dancer winked and flipped to the next card. “Would you rather be stranded on in island or snowed in up in the mountains?”
“Mountains. Because then it would be cold and my allergies wouldn’t be driving me nuts. Not to mention all the writing I could get done in the quiet. Yeah, definitely mountains.” The author sighed a dreamy note.
“Huh. Good answer.” Jeannie flipped to the next card. “What's the one thing you own that you love to wear around the house but wouldn't be caught dead in out in public?” Pausing a beat, she flicks a look over Heather. “Please say what you’re wearing now…”
….we interrupt this interview as the character is currently fleeing her author’s threats to dress her in hand me downs…
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Keep up with Heather and her myriad of characters from showgirls to vampires to Marines to cowboys and thieves…
Fifty years ago, Jeannie Williams made her way to Las Vegas seeking fame and fortune. Instead, she lost her soul and wound up performing nightly shows at the Arcana Royale. Every day, she straps on her feathers, her glitter, her stilettos, and she dances. Every day, it’s the same.
Until the day he walks in.
For six centuries, Malcolm Reynolds has been the go-to guy for anything his family needs: warrior, diplomat, wrangler, researcher, and now an attorney. He enters the Arcana Royale Casino, intent on negotiating the release of his cousin’s bad debt, but one look at the golden-skinned showgirl ignites a fire of need that he’s never experienced. When the fantasy come true sits at his table, words he never expected to hear come out of her lush mouth: “I need your help.”
Now he’s in for the toughest battle of his life, because the Overseers own both his cousin’s debt and her soul. And he’s not planning on leaving the Royale without either one.
This book has been previously published and has been revised and expanded from its original release.
Warning: Contains high-stakes games, sexy showgirls, and a powerful showdown between a vampire that can’t lose and the House that never does. Spells, slots, sirens and sex, oh my!