I love when I can get inside the character's head and see just what their motivation is. Today I've got an interview with a bad boy turned good... Is that even possible??? Let's find out!
Hi Everyone, Nicole Leiren here with my bad-boy-turned-good hero, Daniel Bresland to talk about his starring role in “More Than One Night” – Book 1 in the Heroes of the Night series.
NL: Hi Daniel, thanks for taking time to be with us here today.
Bad-boy-turned-good? Sweetheart, I’m always good…just ask any of the ladies.
NL: *laughing and blushing a bit* That’s not exactly what I meant.
I just like to keep the record straight. I do have a rep to protect.
NL: Tell me about this “rep” you have.
It’s not complicated. I’m all about having a good time in the company of a beautiful woman. We have some drinks, maybe dinner, and then I give her a night she’ll never forget.
NL: Sounds like every girl’s dream date…or something like that. So who are you currently dating?
*now he’s laughing* I don’t date.
NL: But you just said…
One night, that’s it. That’s the extent of my relationships with women. We have a good time then go our separate ways.
NL: What if you really like someone?
Not going to happen. Women are only interested in me for two things, money and a night they’ll never forget.
NL: Not sure all women fit into that category. Why are you so jaded in your views on women and relationships?
Cause and effect. They’ve used me so I use them. Sounds like an even trade, doesn’t it?
NL: You’re talking to a hopeless romantic here, so I’m not sure I can buy in to that theory. It sounds like you’ve been hurt very badly in the past.
You don’t know the half of it and, before you ask, I don’t want to talk about it.
NL: Not very good at sharing, are you? You certainly had no problems sharing thus far.
I can’t explain it, but I don’t mind talking to you. It’s like you get me.
NL: *smiling* Well, I’ve studied your type. I have to tell you, while I know you’ve been pretty clear how you feel about women and relationships; I sense you’re truly not happy with that area of your life. Don’t you want a happily ever after?
Everybody wants that, but not everybody gets it…or deserves it.
NL: Wait, you don’t think you deserve a happily ever after?
No.
NL: Why not?
That’s back to the I don’t want to talk about it area, so we should move on or end this interview. I don’t want to be impolite or my Mama will fuss at me all the way from Mississippi.
NL: *smiling again* Thought I recognized a Southern accent.
Yes ma’am. Southern boy, born and raised. Where I spent most of my time until Afghanistan. Spent way too much time over there.
NL: Thank you for your service. I’m sure it wasn’t easy.
You have no idea. Until someone has seen and experienced war… Let’s’ just move on, okay? You’re not from the South, are you?
NL: No, Midwest girl, born and raised.
Daniel winks at me. I’ve always though a Midwest girl would be the perfect woman to settle down with. I tried a southern belle, didn’t work out for me.
NL: My husband of 27 years likes this Midwest girl too. I hope you find the perfect woman for you someday soon, Daniel.
Me too. I know I come across all cocky and full of bravado but, truth is, I want to find someone special – that one in a million that I can spend more than one night with.
NL: Me too, Daniel. I know there’s someone out there for you – someone who will find you when you least expect it and turn your whole world upside down and make you believe in happily ever after again.
Daniel’s laughing now. “You really are a hopeless romantic.”
NL: Indeed I am, Daniel. Indeed I am!
Thank you for joining Daniel and I for our little talk. If you’d like to see Daniel meet his Midwest girl, be sure to check out “More Than One Night” – available September 29.
Hi Everyone, Nicole Leiren here with my bad-boy-turned-good hero, Daniel Bresland to talk about his starring role in “More Than One Night” – Book 1 in the Heroes of the Night series.
NL: Hi Daniel, thanks for taking time to be with us here today.
Bad-boy-turned-good? Sweetheart, I’m always good…just ask any of the ladies.
NL: *laughing and blushing a bit* That’s not exactly what I meant.
I just like to keep the record straight. I do have a rep to protect.
NL: Tell me about this “rep” you have.
It’s not complicated. I’m all about having a good time in the company of a beautiful woman. We have some drinks, maybe dinner, and then I give her a night she’ll never forget.
NL: Sounds like every girl’s dream date…or something like that. So who are you currently dating?
*now he’s laughing* I don’t date.
NL: But you just said…
One night, that’s it. That’s the extent of my relationships with women. We have a good time then go our separate ways.
NL: What if you really like someone?
Not going to happen. Women are only interested in me for two things, money and a night they’ll never forget.
NL: Not sure all women fit into that category. Why are you so jaded in your views on women and relationships?
Cause and effect. They’ve used me so I use them. Sounds like an even trade, doesn’t it?
NL: You’re talking to a hopeless romantic here, so I’m not sure I can buy in to that theory. It sounds like you’ve been hurt very badly in the past.
You don’t know the half of it and, before you ask, I don’t want to talk about it.
NL: Not very good at sharing, are you? You certainly had no problems sharing thus far.
I can’t explain it, but I don’t mind talking to you. It’s like you get me.
NL: *smiling* Well, I’ve studied your type. I have to tell you, while I know you’ve been pretty clear how you feel about women and relationships; I sense you’re truly not happy with that area of your life. Don’t you want a happily ever after?
Everybody wants that, but not everybody gets it…or deserves it.
NL: Wait, you don’t think you deserve a happily ever after?
No.
NL: Why not?
That’s back to the I don’t want to talk about it area, so we should move on or end this interview. I don’t want to be impolite or my Mama will fuss at me all the way from Mississippi.
NL: *smiling again* Thought I recognized a Southern accent.
Yes ma’am. Southern boy, born and raised. Where I spent most of my time until Afghanistan. Spent way too much time over there.
NL: Thank you for your service. I’m sure it wasn’t easy.
You have no idea. Until someone has seen and experienced war… Let’s’ just move on, okay? You’re not from the South, are you?
NL: No, Midwest girl, born and raised.
Daniel winks at me. I’ve always though a Midwest girl would be the perfect woman to settle down with. I tried a southern belle, didn’t work out for me.
NL: My husband of 27 years likes this Midwest girl too. I hope you find the perfect woman for you someday soon, Daniel.
Me too. I know I come across all cocky and full of bravado but, truth is, I want to find someone special – that one in a million that I can spend more than one night with.
NL: Me too, Daniel. I know there’s someone out there for you – someone who will find you when you least expect it and turn your whole world upside down and make you believe in happily ever after again.
Daniel’s laughing now. “You really are a hopeless romantic.”
NL: Indeed I am, Daniel. Indeed I am!
Thank you for joining Daniel and I for our little talk. If you’d like to see Daniel meet his Midwest girl, be sure to check out “More Than One Night” – available September 29.
More Than One Night
Heroes of the Night book #1
Nicole Leiren
The Few. The Strong. The Brave.
Melodie Alexander, a children's librarian, prefers to live life between the pages of a book. But when the death of her best friend prompts her to step out of her comfort zone, she finds herself directly in the path of self-proclaimed bad boy, Daniel Bresland.
Daniel knew how to be a solider. Life after war? Not as easy. He served his country in Afghanistan, both in the military and as a private contractor, but fighting the war came at high personal cost. Now he's determined to keep his relationships "casual" in order to protect his heart and prevent anyone from getting too close.
A chance encounter between Melodie and Daniel on a flight to Dallas proves that opposites really do attract. But when scars from the past threaten their new relationship almost before it starts, Daniel must decide if he can risk opening his heart again to convince Melodie he wants more than one night.
* * *
If you love men in uniform and believe the night belongs to lovers, then The Heroes of the Night series is perfect for you! Stories of military heroes, sexy and flawed, and the women they love.
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Gemma Halliday Publishing
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Excerpt – First Date
Daniel walked through the doorway promptly at eight. Never early. Never late. Beer, sweat, and women's perfume permeated his senses. My kind of party. He scanned the bar area looking for Melodie. Men in cowboy hats talking up women in high heels occupied most of the seats. Though there were some empty chairs, his date didn't seem to be the "I'll wait for you at the bar" type. Making his way through the hot bodies and large red couches interspersed for the comfort of the patrons who needed a rest from dancing in the lounge area, he searched the faces for a glimpse of her chocolate brown waves. Still no Melodie.
He rolled his neck to ease the growing tension. She didn't strike him as the type to agree to come and then back out. He moved to the center of the lounge area to check out the dancers. Though still early for a Friday night, the dance floor hosted a decent number of people gyrating to the band's rendition of a popular Def Leppard song.
Keen eyes scanned the crowd looking for her dark brown head bobbing in time to the music. Based on what he'd learned about her, it didn't seem likely she'd be hanging out with a bunch of strangers, but he felt compelled to cover all the bases. Still nothing. Where in the hell could she be? His disappointment seemed largely out of place for a woman he'd just met and had only known for a few hours. Time for a drink. Someday soon he'd have to find something besides alcohol and women to mask his pain, but that day was not today.
Moving back to the bar, he ordered a beer and made his way toward the outdoor patio. Maybe he could bum a cigarette off someone. He really didn't smoke, but sometimes he needed to distract himself from his nonstop internal diatribe.
Right before exiting, he caught sight of the brunette beauty, the most beautiful wallflower he'd ever laid eyes on. Melodie. In a denim skirt, white blouse, and red jacket—the picture of patriotism in a curvy, sexy package. He made eye contact and swaggered in her direction. "God bless the USA."
Her innocent look shot arousal through his veins, settling just below his belt. Thirty seconds and already he needed a cold shower. Or a hot time in bed with Miss USA here.
"Do you always make random comments, or do I just bring out the best in you?"
"You definitely bring out the best in me, sweetheart. I was just commenting about how patriotic you look in your red, white, and blue."
"Oh…" her blush matched her jacket.
Wanting to save her from herself, he gulped a few more swigs of his beer before tossing it in the trash can. "Let's dance, eighties girl."
Grabbing her hand, he pulled her away from the wall. His brows creased. She'd looked comfortable essentially fading into the woodwork. His eyes swept over her body. Why wouldn't she be the center of attention no matter what the occasion? Beautiful and smart with a hint of sweetness—a dangerous combination for his heart. Not wanting to delay his body in close proximity with hers one moment longer, he pulled her into the fray of the mosh pit, hoping modesty prompted her to lie about having two left feet. The moment her body started moving in time to the music, he forgot all about her feet as her softer curves begged for attention.
He matched his steps to hers. The crowd of people pressed against them, forcing their bodies closer. This is more like it. Muscles flexed, hips rotating—sharing all his best moves. Her moves were damn good too. Those hips…her breasts…even her legs…moving to Brian Adam's smooth beat. Each subtle sway sky-rocketed his libido to levels for which he couldn't be held responsible for very long.
The guitars strummed while the drums grew louder, feeding off the energy of the crowd. No slow songs from this group. Time to improvise and make his move. Pulling her tighter, he closed his eyes to focus on the warm-blooded woman fate had delivered in the seat next to him. This wallflower possessed curves which, at present, were exactly where he wanted them—pressed against his chest. Lower, the softness led to muscled thighs igniting multiple fantasies about them being wrapped around his hips. Despite his self-proclaimed promise to behave, he lowered his face to the curve of her neck, inhaling softly. Sweet Jesus, not only did she rally every ounce of testosterone in his body to attention, but her sweet smell was capable of bringing any man…this man…to his knees.
Dear God in heaven, he was in trouble.
Heroes of the Night book #1
Nicole Leiren
The Few. The Strong. The Brave.
Melodie Alexander, a children's librarian, prefers to live life between the pages of a book. But when the death of her best friend prompts her to step out of her comfort zone, she finds herself directly in the path of self-proclaimed bad boy, Daniel Bresland.
Daniel knew how to be a solider. Life after war? Not as easy. He served his country in Afghanistan, both in the military and as a private contractor, but fighting the war came at high personal cost. Now he's determined to keep his relationships "casual" in order to protect his heart and prevent anyone from getting too close.
A chance encounter between Melodie and Daniel on a flight to Dallas proves that opposites really do attract. But when scars from the past threaten their new relationship almost before it starts, Daniel must decide if he can risk opening his heart again to convince Melodie he wants more than one night.
* * *
If you love men in uniform and believe the night belongs to lovers, then The Heroes of the Night series is perfect for you! Stories of military heroes, sexy and flawed, and the women they love.
Buy Links: Nook iBooks Kobo Smashwords Amazon
Gemma Halliday Publishing
Subscribe to the GHP newsletter to receive an email alert when new books are available!
Excerpt – First Date
Daniel walked through the doorway promptly at eight. Never early. Never late. Beer, sweat, and women's perfume permeated his senses. My kind of party. He scanned the bar area looking for Melodie. Men in cowboy hats talking up women in high heels occupied most of the seats. Though there were some empty chairs, his date didn't seem to be the "I'll wait for you at the bar" type. Making his way through the hot bodies and large red couches interspersed for the comfort of the patrons who needed a rest from dancing in the lounge area, he searched the faces for a glimpse of her chocolate brown waves. Still no Melodie.
He rolled his neck to ease the growing tension. She didn't strike him as the type to agree to come and then back out. He moved to the center of the lounge area to check out the dancers. Though still early for a Friday night, the dance floor hosted a decent number of people gyrating to the band's rendition of a popular Def Leppard song.
Keen eyes scanned the crowd looking for her dark brown head bobbing in time to the music. Based on what he'd learned about her, it didn't seem likely she'd be hanging out with a bunch of strangers, but he felt compelled to cover all the bases. Still nothing. Where in the hell could she be? His disappointment seemed largely out of place for a woman he'd just met and had only known for a few hours. Time for a drink. Someday soon he'd have to find something besides alcohol and women to mask his pain, but that day was not today.
Moving back to the bar, he ordered a beer and made his way toward the outdoor patio. Maybe he could bum a cigarette off someone. He really didn't smoke, but sometimes he needed to distract himself from his nonstop internal diatribe.
Right before exiting, he caught sight of the brunette beauty, the most beautiful wallflower he'd ever laid eyes on. Melodie. In a denim skirt, white blouse, and red jacket—the picture of patriotism in a curvy, sexy package. He made eye contact and swaggered in her direction. "God bless the USA."
Her innocent look shot arousal through his veins, settling just below his belt. Thirty seconds and already he needed a cold shower. Or a hot time in bed with Miss USA here.
"Do you always make random comments, or do I just bring out the best in you?"
"You definitely bring out the best in me, sweetheart. I was just commenting about how patriotic you look in your red, white, and blue."
"Oh…" her blush matched her jacket.
Wanting to save her from herself, he gulped a few more swigs of his beer before tossing it in the trash can. "Let's dance, eighties girl."
Grabbing her hand, he pulled her away from the wall. His brows creased. She'd looked comfortable essentially fading into the woodwork. His eyes swept over her body. Why wouldn't she be the center of attention no matter what the occasion? Beautiful and smart with a hint of sweetness—a dangerous combination for his heart. Not wanting to delay his body in close proximity with hers one moment longer, he pulled her into the fray of the mosh pit, hoping modesty prompted her to lie about having two left feet. The moment her body started moving in time to the music, he forgot all about her feet as her softer curves begged for attention.
He matched his steps to hers. The crowd of people pressed against them, forcing their bodies closer. This is more like it. Muscles flexed, hips rotating—sharing all his best moves. Her moves were damn good too. Those hips…her breasts…even her legs…moving to Brian Adam's smooth beat. Each subtle sway sky-rocketed his libido to levels for which he couldn't be held responsible for very long.
The guitars strummed while the drums grew louder, feeding off the energy of the crowd. No slow songs from this group. Time to improvise and make his move. Pulling her tighter, he closed his eyes to focus on the warm-blooded woman fate had delivered in the seat next to him. This wallflower possessed curves which, at present, were exactly where he wanted them—pressed against his chest. Lower, the softness led to muscled thighs igniting multiple fantasies about them being wrapped around his hips. Despite his self-proclaimed promise to behave, he lowered his face to the curve of her neck, inhaling softly. Sweet Jesus, not only did she rally every ounce of testosterone in his body to attention, but her sweet smell was capable of bringing any man…this man…to his knees.
Dear God in heaven, he was in trouble.
Nicole is a debut author with her contemporary romance series, Heroes of the Night. She has been an avid reader and lover of books from a very young age. Starting with Encyclopedia Brown, Nancy Drew, and The V.I. Warshawski novels, her love for mysteries grew and expanded to include romance and suspense. A Midwest girl, born and raised, her stories capture the love and laughter in her real world heroes and heroines.
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Website: www.nicoleleiren.com
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