Hi Felicity. Thank you for inviting me. It’s a pleasure to be here.
Where you from and what is it you do for a living?
Well, I wish I could say that I'm from some warm, exotic location. But no. I’m from a suburb in Minneapolis Minnesota. So, I’m getting ready for winter to hit. Having my snow tires put on next weekend. And, as for what pays the bills, I write for a local magazine.
We've all hit hard times in our lives. Can you describe one that changed you as a person and who helped you through it?
That would be my best friends, Caroline and Sara, and unfortunately it happened not too long ago. I came from work in the middle of the day to pick up an article I was working on. I found my fiancé in bed with my boss. Needless to say, I no longer work for her. Him, I’m sort of relieved about. But I really liked that job.
How would you describe the perfect guy?
Smart enough not to sleep with his partner’s boss. Umm. I want him to be my friend. He has to like animals and kids. He’s willing to work hard. And he has a good sense of humor. Oh, and I’d like him to be taller than me. *grin* If he can cook and clean the house – bonus!
Your friends signed you up for a blind date. Have you ever gone on one before? Why did you agree to go on this one?
My friends had gotten into the habit of setting me up. For some reason they felt I needed to be in a relationship. Thankfully, this last one is the last one. As to why I went…well, November in Minneapolis sucks. When tempted with a few days in sunny Vegas, I couldn’t resist. And quite honestly, I had planned to ditch the date and spend the days pool side instead. Didn’t quite work out that way, but that had been the plan.
Vegas is a very exciting place. Have you been there before?
Yes, a couple of times. I love it there. Lots to do. Lots to see. Apparently, lots to drink. *sheepishly rolls eyes*
I’ve heard mention of a guy named Jack Bishop. Can you tell us about him?
*laughs* Heard mention have you? Jack Bishop the professional baseball player? Or Jack Bishop the high school teacher slash coach? Well, he’s tall, dark and handsome, and can throw a mean curve ball--even still today. Unfortunately, not well enough to continue playing in the professional league. But then I am slightly biased on both counts. Let’s see. He’s a very nice guy. Great with kids. He’s a fantastic kisser. He’s good at other things too, but I won’t go into those. And he has a great, though sometimes warped, sense of humor.
As a kick-ass heroine, you know what you want and have a strong mind about how to get it. Do you find this gets you into trouble at times?
*holds up one hand and counts off fingers* Love of my life. Las Vegas. Drunk. Wedding. Drunk. Need I say more?
If you had to choose between sex on a beach or sex in a bed, which would it be?
Bed. Sand in hard to reach and totally comfortable places? Ah, no thank you. Besides, I’d be too scared we’d get caught.
Any advice for ladies out there who are struggling to find their happy ever after?
Good question. At one time not that long ago, I was certain a HEA was not in the cards for me. But sometimes your future comes from the past. Or in the form of the past. Hmm. Profound aren’t I?
Don’t give up ladies. Your HEA is out there. I don’t recommend getting drunk to find it though. The next morning sucks big time. What I do recommend is sitting down and talking to him or her. Sometimes all is not as it seems. And sorbet can help *wink*
Thank you, Felicity for allowing me the opportunity to sit down and chat with you. Frankly, I needed some time away from Jack. Since we got married, we’ve spent so little time apart; I was in desperate need of some me-space. *checks watch* But, my time’s probably running out. So I guess I better go. Take care!
Lol. Take care, Devyn. Thanks again for stopping by today.
Lol. Take care, Devyn. Thanks again for stopping by today.
Here's a taste of what trouble Devyn gets up to with Jack on the prowl:
~Excerpt ( for 18+ readers only)~
Sliding into Home A New League - Book 1 © 2014 Anne Lange
She felt no pain. Not the physical kind anyway. Here she sat, in an exquisite hotel suite, in Las Vegas, with… Jack. The boy who had left her. But he didn’t resemble a boy anymore. Oh, no. He looked like a man who could do all sorts of naughty things to make her feel wonderful. And no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t make the naughty suggestions disappear, so she’d given up about two glasses of wine ago, after he’d announced his intentions.
She pictured herself swinging on a pendulum. She swayed to one side and was reminded of the day he’d left. Wasn’t she worth sticking around for, or at least coming home for? Then she swung the other way and focused on the opportunity in front of her. He’s so fucking sexy. And he’s available. And what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Right? It’s not like it’s forever.
She was getting dizzy. She must be going insane if she was even considering it.
Her nipples stood on alert. Her pussy pulsed. Must be the wine. Her friends had brought her to Las Vegas to have sex. But sex with Jack? A mistake? Oh, yeah. She squirmed on the couch, and with as much nonchalance as possible rubbed her arm over her nipples. She suppressed a groan. Okay, maybe a little bit of pain. The kind only a good hard round of sex could relieve.
Devyn glanced up from where she’d settled into the overstuffed couch after they’d moved back into the suite. She watched Jack, but didn’t really see him as he moved about the room. Instead, she pictured him bending her over the arm of the sofa, while the kaleidoscope of colors from the Strip played across the darkened room. In her daydream, he slipped inside her, his cock rigid, thick, hot—stretching her wide, to the pleasurable edge of painful. He paused to place tender kisses down her spine, before pulling back and plunging hard and fast back into her body—relentless in his endeavor to hear her scream his name.
In her mind, she begged him, repeatedly, to make her come.
“Dev, did you say something?”
Startled, she blinked and looked up at his question. “Ah, no.”
~Where to find Anne~
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