I’ve never missed MCs as much as these guys. Hmm… A story to reunite them all one last time? I don’t like Christmas so they don’t either. Maybe Valentine’s Day? Too late for that and, no, buying flowers, candy or dressing up to go out for dinner isn’t their thing at all! 4th of July with lots of fireworks? That’s an idea I’m going to float around in my head. Oh Lord, it's floating...
Meet Jag and Leron:
“Hello. My name is Jag.”
“Dude! Why you talking like
that?”
“Shut up, Leron. J. Hali asked me
to do this. I brought you along for moral support. Don’t give me no shit.” He
shook his head. “I knew I should have asked my lady to come with me.”
“You sound like a freaking robot.
That’s all I’m saying.”
“Can you do better?” Jag was
pissed.
“Yeah, here you go: What’s up
people? Glad you stopped by. See, something natural like that.”
“Oh, right, that was so
much better.”
“Hey, Jag, can I tell them about
my book – HOT TIN ROOF?”
“That’d be great, man. They know
about me and Barbara from WITH EXTRA CREAM already. Go ahead. Cripes, what
the hell, Leron…why’d you change to your beast?”
Because I can. I like this
freedom. How long is J. gone for?
“Who knows and get out of my
head. She’s usually around. Wait, what if she doesn’t come back?”
So what? Hell, if she comes
back she might want to be writing about Trent or something else totally. She’s
always going on about those freaked out angels.
“Hey, did you lose words in the
edit thingy?” Jag asked.
Leron nodded his large feline
head and changed back to his vampyre form. “Yup. Not too bad though.”
“Damn, man. Cover your ass. What
if someone walks in?” Jag’s brows raised and he peered at the mirrored glass
around the small room.
“Who’s coming in here? It’s
hardly big enough for us.”
Jag relaxed a little. “Tell us
about your story.”
The smile that covered Leron’s
face was pitiful. Jag laughed long and hard at his friend.
“She’s hot, Jag. Everything I
want in a mate is wrapped up in that one gorgeous bundle. She’s tall as hell,
too. I like that. What if she doesn’t want me?” Leron’s eyes bugged out. “Hell
and damnation, I just thought about that.”
“I don’t know if the people care
how she looks, dude.”
“Screw ‘em then. I’m not telling
them anything if that’s the case.”
Jag’s clothes disappeared, a
growl to wake the devil erupted from deep in his chest and thundered through
the tiny interview space. Fur traveled up his naked torso, Rosette-spotted hair
raced up his arms. Claws protruded from large paws that slammed to the floor
and shook the room.
Talk about the story or I’ll
bite your ass off.
“Oh, it’s okay for you to screw
around in my head?” Silence. “Christ, you’re serious?”
Yeah. I promised J. I’d do
this for her. I’m gonna do it right.
“Okay already. Let me see…how
about I do one of those blurb things she’s always writing?”
That’ll work.
“You’ll be sorry you didn’t let
me describe my babe. She’s hot.”
Shut up and post the blurb,
Leron. Damn, Trent wouldn’t have been this bad.
“Why don’t we just send them over to Changeling
Press? They can read blurbs and more plus they’ll find links to other places to
buy us…err…the books.”
Jag had resumed his human-like appearance.
“Sounds cool.”
“Thanks. Now they’ll have to see Cory anyway.”
“Jeez, it’s not like she’s as good looking
as Barb.”
“Huh?”
“You heard me.”
All hell broke loose. An unearthly sound
traveled halls of the small studio as jaguars clashed together in
battle. The room’s walls vibrated. A crashing sound was followed by explosive
pops and smoke as electrical equipment tumbled from racks.
Unbeknownst to the male combatants, two
women watched from the other side of the glass.
“Should we break it up?”
Barbara smiled at Cory. “Let them fight it
out. We get to fawn all over them afterward.”
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Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out. - J. Hali Steele
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