Name and which book you’re from. Are you good or bad?
Good or bad? Humans can be so black and white—but I’m good,
and my name is Seling.
It’s Valentine’s Day. What kind of night do you have
planned for your lady friend?
I’ve read the Valentine’s day articles in GQ and Mexium, but
non of them seem right for Cali. She’s not really girly—well, she is, because
she has a very hot girl body—but she doesn’t like the same things as other
human women. I’m thinking of kidnapping her and taking her away to the captive
caves like Runako did with Margo. Does that count as a “weekend getaway”?
If you could wield
cupids bow and arrow, who would you shoot and why?
Weapons are for creatures that can’t breath fire, which I
can. But if I could make people fall in love I would use that power on Cali to
make her fall in love with me
While us ladies love to be wined, dined, and *clears throat* loved on Valentine's... What is it you men want most on Valentine's?
Dirty sex. Lots of dirty, dirty sex.
Give me your sweetest/dirtiest twitter message (140
characters)
Cali date
What do you look for in a woman?
I don’t really know, because the only human woman I’ve been
really, really attracted to is Cali. She’s smart, funny, and tough, so I guess
that’s what I like.
Lightening Speed
questions
Blondes, Redheads, or Brunettes?
Brunette
Boxers or Briefs?
Damn I knew I forgot something. It’s rather complicated,
being human
Chocolate, Strawberry or Vanilla?
Sea-salt caramel
Soft and Sweet or Up Against the Wall?
Against the wall. Preferably restrained in some way.
Rain or Snow?
Snow. I like to melt it.
Cabin or Beach Villa?
Beach. I’ve had some bad experiences with woods-dwelling
humans.
A young man name Seling in Hollywood
Fell in love with a woman no one understood
But the man was no man
He was a monster whose clan
Was making a movie for the common good
The girl didn’t think she was ready
To commit and with a monster go steady
The boy, though a fable,
With sex was quite able
And got the girl to take off her teddy
When men most violent put her in danger
The boy proved he was scarier than an Army ranger
He breathed his fire
The results were most dire
And the girl feared he was a stranger
But when the fierce battle was done
And the dangerous fight was won
The girl loved the monster
And Love was the answer
So they went and got their groove on
The heat he brings isn’t movie magic. It’s real.
Cali knows exactly what will happen if her latest movie fails. It won’t just destroy her directing career and company, Calypso Productions. It might mean global war, and the extinction of an entire race of beings—the monsters.
The last thing she can afford is distraction in the form of a midnight-haired, caramel-skinned monster who can—literally—bring on the heat.
Seling enjoys humans, and not, as some have suggested, as a snack. As one of the stars of a movie that will allow his people to come out of hiding, he especially enjoys watching the movie’s intensely focused, human director.
After one particularly frustrating day on the set, Cali and Seling give in to a blistering night of pleasure. Seling wants more; Cali isn’t ready to risk her heart. But it all may become moot when someone leaks raw footage that could incite the very panic they’re trying to avoid.
And the only way to find the culprit is to unleash a monster so dangerous that it’s like bringing a nuclear bomb to a knife fight.
Cali knows exactly what will happen if her latest movie fails. It won’t just destroy her directing career and company, Calypso Productions. It might mean global war, and the extinction of an entire race of beings—the monsters.
The last thing she can afford is distraction in the form of a midnight-haired, caramel-skinned monster who can—literally—bring on the heat.
Seling enjoys humans, and not, as some have suggested, as a snack. As one of the stars of a movie that will allow his people to come out of hiding, he especially enjoys watching the movie’s intensely focused, human director.
After one particularly frustrating day on the set, Cali and Seling give in to a blistering night of pleasure. Seling wants more; Cali isn’t ready to risk her heart. But it all may become moot when someone leaks raw footage that could incite the very panic they’re trying to avoid.
And the only way to find the culprit is to unleash a monster so dangerous that it’s like bringing a nuclear bomb to a knife fight.
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Hey everyone! I’m J.K. Hogan, here to interview one of my
characters so that you can learn more about him. When Drew walks in, he’s wearing
a dirty Carhartt trade shirt and cargo pants. He’s also sporting a leather hat,
à
la Indiana Jones…all he needs is the whip. It’s not that far from the truth,
though. Drew is an anthropologist (as well as a linguistics expert), a
professor at Tulane University, and he just started consulting on an
archaeological dig.
Drew’s an all-American Louisiana boy, with honey-blond curls, blue
eyes, a square jaw, and dimples. Yum. And the body’s not bad either. Aaaanyway,
on to the interview.
JK: Hi! Please state your name and which book you’re from.
Drew: Dr. Andrew Deveraux, but y’all can call me Drew.
You’ll find me in Fire on the Island, helping out my best friend Jeremiah. I
get to tell my own story come May, in Blood in the Valley.
JK: Nice. So, are you good or bad?
Drew: Whichever you want me to be, cher.
JK: [indistinguishable gagging noises]……
Drew: Okay, okay. Well, since I had to help Jeremiah and his
girl Isla learn how to fight some BAMF
spooky demons, I guess that makes me one
of the good guys. This time… [wink, wink]
JK: Uh huh. It’s Valentine’s Day. What kind of night do you
have planned for your lady friend?
Drew: [laughing] Knowing my girl, if I even mentioned the
sappy, materialistic nightmare that is V-day, I’d probably never hear from her
again, or my balls. Most likely we’d end up in a room above a biker bar—
JK: Keep it clean, Deveraux.
Drew: --Ahem…doing laundry. All night.
JK: Right. If you could wield Cupid’s bow and arrow, who
would you shoot and why?
Drew: Definitely Isla’s friend Brynna. She’s wound tight,
that one. If anyone could use a night of good, hard…er, laundry…it’s her.
JK: Whisper sweet nothings in my ear telling me what you
will do to me on Valentine's.
Drew: [looking around guiltily] All right, but just don’t
tell my girl. [leans in] Je baiserai chaque pièce de votre peau jusqu'à ce que
vous ne pouvez pas vous souvenir de
votre nom. I’m sure you can find someone to
translate that for you, cher.
JK: [fans self] Well, all right. While we ladies love to be
wined, dined, and [clears throat] loved on Valentine's... What is it you men
want most on Valentine's?
