Debbie: Welcome Readers! We're here to interview Kyle and Melissa from our latest release Do No Harm.
L.J.: Yes, welcome! Let's get this rolling. I'm anxious to see what they have to say.
Debbie: Okay, okay, I’m going first and
my first question is for Kyle. So, Kyle, what was your very first impression of
Lis?
Kyle: I thought she was beautiful.
Debbie: Are you sure that was your FIRST
impression?
Kyle: Yes ma’am.
Debbie: (turns to L.J.) Would you like to
remind him of his first impression?
L.J.: As I recall, you thought she was a,
and I quote, “Damn punk.”
Kyle: Well, she did call me a Neanderthal.
L.J.: And I believe you insulted her....
Kyle: I didn’t know she was doctor. She
had that kid, and it looked like. And she--
Debbie: Didn’t you say something about her
inappropriate attire?
Kyle: Yes. I told her to get dressed. I
mean, she was out in front of everyone in a skimpy red bra. If I was looking, I
know every other guy there was, too!
L.J.: And then you said “But let the professionals
handle the rest. We don’t need you accidentally hurting someone more because you
don’t know what you’re doing.”
Kyle: I told you that was before I she told
me she was a doctor.
Debbie: I think she called you something
back in return. Hmmm. What was that?
Kyle: I don’t remember.
L.J.: I do. She said, “Professionals? You
look like one of those professional male strippers.”
Debbie: Honestly, I think Lis was right.
L.J.: Hmm. I don’t know. How can we know
for sure? (snaps fingers) I know. Take your shirt off!
Debbie: Yes! Great idea.
L.J.: Debbie, get your cell phone and crank
up the tunes. He’ll need to move around a bit for us to be sure.
Debbie: Done! And here are some dollar bills
(stuffs money in L.J.’s hand).
L.J.: Uh, Debbie. What are you doing with
50 one-dollar bills in your purse?
Debbie: Walking around money. You never
know when you might need a dollar for something. (cranks up -Sexy and I know It.)
L.J.: Alllrighty then! (waves a couple dollars
in the air) Okay, Kyle! Get that shirt off and shake your booty!
Kyle: Okay, okay, okay. You’ve made your
point. I was an ass.
Lis:
(sitting next to Klye clapping) Thank you, Ladies.
Debbie: Well, to be fair, you were sitting
there in the middle of all that chaos with no shirt, a bright red bra and a purple
streak in your hair. Anyway, what was your very first impression of Kyle?
Lis: That he was a condescending neanderthal.
Debbie: He kinda was, wasn’t he?
Kyle: What is this, trash Kyle day?
L.J.: (Tosses him a twinkie.) Of course
not Kyle. We love you.
Debbie:So guys, in your story, we are still
chasing this psycho bomber. Lis, did you know you were a target?
Lis: I had no clue. I mean I’d obviously
had heard of him. I was there when he set another bomb off. But I’d had no clue
that I had become his target.
Debbie. But Kyle saved the day.
Lis: You could say that.
Kyle: What? You’re alive, aren’t you? I
so saved your cute ass.
Lis: You did. But the process wasn’t exactly
pain-free.
Kyle: Not like I had a lot of choice. And
it beats the alternative. I’d do it again, just like that. Anything to keep you
with me.
Lis: Awww. You’re a big softie. (she leans
over to smooch Kyle)
Debbie: True love at its finest!
L.J.: Okay! So, time for the lightning round.
We’ll take turns asking a questions. You each answer.
Debbie: Ready?
(Lis
and Kyle nod)
L.J.: Dog or Cat?
Lis: Dog
Kyle: Dog
Debbie. Chocolate or Vanilla?
Lis: Chocolate
Kyle: Both
L.J.: Romantic night out?
Lis: Rather stay in and have him cook for
me.
Kyle: Beach, blanket, and a bottle of wine.
Debbie: Surf and turf or Lasagna
Lis: A salad. I’m trying to eat healthy.
Kyle: <snorts> Yeah, right. And you
can call me Ishmael.
Lis: Okay, Ishmael. What about all those
Twinkies you eat all the time?
Kyle: I’m not the one denying I like sweet
treats. Course, you’re my favorite sweet treat, darlin’.
Lis: Well, which do you like, then? Surf
and turf or lasagna?
Kyle: Both. With you for dessert.
L.J.: Ahem. Briefs or boxers?
Lis: Briefs
Kyle: Commando
Lis: Can I change my answer?
Debbie: Apple pie or cheesecake
Lis: Cheesecake.
Kyle: Twinkies.
L.J.: Well, I’m sure no one saw that one
coming.
Debbie: I did.
L.J.: Okay! Thanks for visiting with us
today, Lis and Kyle. I’m sure we have a blurb and excerpt around here somewhere
for our readers.
Do No HarmL.J. Garland & Debbie Gould
...Air Force Pararescuman,
Junior Lieutenant Kyle “Raven” Alvarez has seen it all. After three years as
the team’s medic, he’s been up to his elbows patching back together the worst
humanity has to offer, overseas and stateside. So, when his team mates set him
up for a date through Madam Eve’s 1Night Stand service, he jumps at the chance.
But under no circumstances will he end up like Colin, Bobby, and Zeke...with a
ring on his finger and a lifelong commitment. Just one night of hot, sweaty
no-strings-attached sex, and he’ll be good to go. Besides, Madam Eve found
three perfect matches already. He’s in the clear, right?
...Dr. Melissa Anne Carter
has dedicated her life to saving people. Especially the innocent victims of
rampant gang violence that come through her Emergency Department. Then out of
the blue, her long-forgotten application to 1Night Stand is answered. Madam Eve
has found her perfect match. Maybe a night in the arms of a man who can make
her body sing will help her forget all the horror she’s witnessed and lives she
couldn’t save. At least for a little while.
...But destruction at the
hands of a madman has never hit so close to home, becoming more personal than
ever. And when a man with a penchant for explosives vows revenge by abducting
Melissa, the oath she took to Do No Harm takes on new meaning. Can Kyle and his
team save the good doctor before the timer runs out—literally?
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Excerpt:
“You need to move along,
folks. Leave the roads clear for emergency vehicles.”
“I’m a doctor,” she
told him. “I work here. Was called in.” She reached in her purse, pulled out her
badge, and handed it to him.
“Just a minute.” The
officer stepped back and spoke into his com mic.
She twisted toward
Kyle. “Call me in a few hours. I’ll know more about what’s going on.”
“I will.” His gaze
shifted over her shoulder for a second then he squeezed her hand. “I hate for you
to go into something like that without me.”
“I’ll be all right.”
I just hope my coworkers are. “It’s what
I’m trained to do.”
“I know.” Drawing her
hand to his lips, he kissed her knuckles as he met her gaze in the dim light. “Lis,
I like you. A lot. Tonight was just the beginning if you feel the same way.”
Her heart stuttered.
Can he know so soon? “I do.” She leaned
into him, and his hand wrapped around the back of her head, pulling her in for a
deep toe-curling, tongue-tangling, fire-in-the-pit-of-your-stomach kiss. Damn, the man knows how to say good-bye.
“Wow.”
