GOOD BOY vs BAD BOY: Claire Contreras & Delilah S. Dawson


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Name and which book you’re from. Are you good or bad?
There is No Light in Darkness. It depends, what do you want me to be? 
     It’s Valentine’s Day. What kind of night do you have planned for your lady friend?
I’m taking her to an art exhibit, then bringing her home and locking her in my room. Do you want details of what I’m planning on doing to her?
     If you could wield cupids bow and arrow, who would you shoot and why?
I’d shoot Blake’s fine ass, no further explanation needed. 

Whisper sweet nothings in my ear telling me what you will do to me on Valentine’s.

I won’t be doing anything to you because I’ll be bending my girl over and pounding into her…hard…until her voice is hoarse from screaming my name.
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?
Is this a serious question? Sex, obviously. 
Give me your sweetest/dirtiest twitter message (140 characters)
I don’t do twitter. That shit’s for losers. I like to relay my dirty messages in person.
What do you look for in a woman?
I don’t look for anything in particular in a woman. If I click with one, I give her my time. 
Lightening Speed questions!
Blondes, Redhead’s, or Brunettes? Blondes
Boxer’s or Briefs? Boxers

Chocolate, Strawberry or Vanilla? All, on the right body

Soft and Sweet or Up Against the Wall? Depends on my mood
Rain or Snow? Rain
Cabin or Beach Villa? Bed and breakfast
Cole’s Valentine’s limerick about Blake…
I bought you a Tiffany bracelet last year
you said it didn’t fit your small ass wrist.
This Valentine’s Day I bought a box of condoms.
So I know you’ll have no complaints come tomorrow (again…)

Blurb:

A past hidden in darkness. Her present cloaked in secrets. The future holds the only truth that cannot be escaped.

After the mysterious and violent death of her parents, Blake Brennan finds comfort with an unconventional family. As the dramatic loss of her parents continues to haunt her—and hinders her from reciprocating love that others give freely—Blake embarks on a harrowing journey in search for the truth.

Living in a constant state of fear and need for control, vivid nightmares reveal details that lead to perilous situations. The past begins to collide with the present, and Blake must decide if the truth is worth losing the ones she loves.

Can love conquer all as her past comes to light? Or will Blake realize that there is no light in darkness?
Author links where readers can find you: http://www.facebook.com/CContrerasBooks

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Name and which book you’re from. Are you good or bad?
Casper Sterling, and I’ve been in two books and a novella, so far. Wicked as They Come and The Peculiar Pets of Miss Pleasance, in which I don’t get the girl. And Wicked as She Wants, in which the girl gets me. I try to be good, but… wine and women just go so well with song that I can’t resist.
It’s Valentine’s Day. What kind of night do you have planned for your lady friend?
Even though she’s a princess, my Ahna isn’t big into saccharine romance. I might sneak up on her, truss her up with one of my cravats, and take a carriage deep into the ice forest near the palace. I’d toss her out in the snow and gallop away, let her get really angry. Then, when she tracked me down to murder me, I’d have a romantic bottle of bloodwine and a new song waiting, along with some snowdrops, her favorite flower. She might forgive me, and if not, I could convince her.
If you could wield cupids bow and arrow, who would you shoot and why?
I don’t need a bow and arrow; I’m the best damn musician in this entire world. On Earth, I was good, but in Sang, I’m a god. Considering there’s no Beethoven or Ravel here, I can woo any woman with my music. The looks don’t hurt either, darlin’.
Whisper sweet nothings in my ear telling me what you will do to me on Valentine’s.
I would whisper a sexy snippet of poetry, my lips against your neck:
“I love you—-O you entirely possess me,       
O I wish that you and I escape from the rest, and go utterly off—O free and lawless,       
Two hawks in the air—two fishes swimming in the sea not more lawless than we;)
—The furious storm through me careering—I passionately trembling;         
The oath of the inseparableness of two together—of the woman that loves me, and whom I love more than my life”
While playing a lullaby all the way up your leg with my fingers. I prefer showing to telling and poetry to dirty talk. Whitman’s hella sexy.
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?
Not so long ago, I would have said a decadent meal, a good bottle of red, and the chance to run my fingers all over a pretty girl. I guess now I’d still like two out of three. What can I say? I have everything that I want, aside from a motorcycle, which hasn’t been invented in Sang yet.

Give me your sweetest/dirtiest twitter message (140 characters)
Roses are red, violets are blue, I’m a musician, and I’d like to play you.
What do you look for in a woman?
I used to want a girl I could take home to Mom, a lady in the kitchen and a tiger in the bedroom. Now I know that being challenged is what will keep me interested. It doesn’t hurt if she’s pretty. And has fangs.
Lightening Speed questions
Blondes, Redheads, or Brunettes? Ice blonde.
Boxers or Briefs? They don’t make underwear in Sang, but I wore boxer briefs on Earth.
Chocolate, Strawberry  or Vanilla? Ugh. Only blood now, maybe with a touch of orange.
Soft and Sweet or Up Against the Wall? Up against the wall, with claws.

Rain or Snow? Snow. So much snow.
Cabin or Beach Villa? Seeing that salt water can kill me, I’ll stick with cabin.
Casper’s limerick…

I once was a rising star
But fell into the wine at the bar
Then I played the right tune
To make a Blud princess swoon
And now I’m a bloody tsar!
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