Today’s Bartenders will go with the theme of the past couple of days…

Please welcome your bartenders (they are a different tribe all together).

So, your drinks may come with a bite ~ consider yourself warned.

As you all know, Ms. Joey has been very gracious to spend time at my Lair;
so, I thought it only fitting for me to return the favor and head over to her lair.
Well, that is where I thought I was headed.
Turns out, the directions she gave me lead me to Gideon’s house.
(Jacob’s older brother… from her Queen Vampire series)

Do you hear the fear in my voice?
Nah!
That’s just the nerves talking.
This man scares the beejeezes out of me!
But, I am a fearless hussy determined to get the scoop
– no matter the cost.
Attached to the directions Joey gave me was a little note:
 

Bring Bud and dress sexy…
Okay…
Beer – check
Sexy Dress – check
Let’s go….

I pull up at Gideon’s place. Turns out, it’s not a house, it’s a freaking BDSM club. That’s when I remember he’s staying with Anwyn, Mistress and owner of Club Atlantis. It is a little intimidating, but I am okay. It’s daylight and the club is closed, after all. I get out of my car and head to the door. A hot guy who looks like a cross between CIA covert ops and a Navy Seal has already opened the door for me. He’s polite, in an ultra sexy stern way, and once he confirms who I am, he escorts me to an elevator that’s already open. He tells me that Gideon is waiting for me in the lower level living quarters.

Great, so I don’t even have to knock. But when the elevator doors open, there’s definite knocking – as in the wind is knocked right out of my lungs. This man is freaking amazing hot. Talk about drop a girl down to her knees and beg to taken. Damn.

From Vampire Mistress…He was 120% trouble. She’d known it the first time he’d darkened the club’s doors in a battered leather jacket, scuffed boots and faded jeans, those midnight blue eyes vibrant with a breathtaking energy and passion. Because she knew only one other with eyes that piercing, she’d taken a second look to be sure their new guest was a mortal. He was, through and through. The badly cut dark hair that fell to his shoulders tempted touch, enhancing the fact he was all wild animal, fierce and beautiful and scarred.

He gives me the once over and I shiver from just his look. “Come in,” he barks at me. His bed side manners need a little touching up, but the sheer force in his words sends another shiver down my spine. “I thought I was going to meet you at Joey’s house,” I manage to get out without sounding like a complete idiot. Waiting for him to respond was killing me… so I brought up my reinforcement. “I brought you a little something.”

He turns around and just stares at me. Damn this man was going to be the death of me. I take a six pack of Budweiser from behind my back. Leverage. Ha! He takes the beer from me and fingers touch mine and a shiver from hell crosses my whole body. “Have a seat on the couch, I’ll put these in the fridge.” Okay, now his tone was a little better.

**sending up a huge thank you to Joey for telling me to bring the beer**

So, I made myself comfy on his couch. WHAT?!?!

He did tell me to take a seat…

If I was going to die
– death by Gideon –
I was going to go happy.

He walks back into the living room and a smug look goes on that face… hummm… maybe I wore him down with the beer… Probably not! Oh well… On to my mission.

"Gideon, I want to thank you for meeting with me. Aaannnd I want to thank you for letting me peek inside the man that has intrigued for me two books now… and when I finally get to yours.. I can say four books. You have been an enigma to me."

He gives me another stare. “I’d still be an enigma, but Anwyn…she wants me to make sure you leave with what you want, and she expects me to be pretty creative about it. Course she said to tell you…” He looks toward the ceiling, brow creasing as if trying to recall word for word. “ ‘You take the choke collar off a Rottweiler, don’t expect him to behave like a poodle.’ Don’t know what the hell she means, but do you have a problem with that?”

Oh, I know what she means and believe me, I know what I am getting myself into. **Did I just say that out loud…**

And be careful what you say, Gideon, about getting what I want…

Can you tell us something about yourself that we might not know? We are just learning about you; however, the only facts I do know is that you are Jacob’s older brother and that you are/were a vampire hunter. Who is Gideon, the man behind the leather jacket?

He twists off the beer top, takes a swig, keeping his eye on me the whole time. Or rather, traveling up my legs to the skirt that barely covers well, anything. Oddly, it’s not like he’s going to make a play for me. More like he’s figured I’ve worn the dress to have things noticed and he’s more than happy to oblige me.

“Why is it women always think there’s more? We’re not that complex, sweetheart. This is it. Mean, impatient and don’t-fuck-with-me attitude. Thanks for the beer, though. That was sweet.”

He considers me, cocking his head. “You didn’t come from the parking lot in that get up, did you? You make sure James or I escort you back to your car when we’re done here. If I was your boyfriend, I’d have to smack your pretty ass when you got home for not being more careful in an area like this. Anwyn runs a first rate club, but zoning laws made her put it in the middle of the worst area of the industrial district.” His face darkens and he takes another swig of beer. “Bad things can happen to a woman in an area like this. Anwyn knows that better than anyone.”

**My cheeks blush… My temperature rises…**
**Thoughts of a spanking given to me by Gideon was running very hot in my mind.**
**Wickedly delicious I might add…**
**What..**
**Like you have never thought about it… Damn this man.**

Trying to regain some sense of what I was doing here, clearing my throat. Gideon, what makes you tick?

He sits down on the other end of the couch. When he crooks a leg up on the sofa, he stretches denim over his thighs as he shrugs out of the coat, tossing it over the chair. He’s wearing a snug dark T-shirt under it that shows off muscular arms. Surprising me, he pulls off my shoes, putting them on the floor, and then slides the cold beer along the arch of one of my feet, making me yelp and pull it away. He gives me a grin.“What makes you tick, honey? Or any of us? I’m here because Anwyn needs me. She had some trouble and now she’s a vampire. She didn’t ask for it.”

That shadow crosses his features again, and he rubs at his five o’clock shadow of stubble with the point of his wrist and leaned back, stretching his arm along the edge of the couch and dangling the beer off his knee with a loose hand. The inside of his leg near the knee is brushing my foot. “Since I was eighteen years old my life’s been about killing vampires before they can kill humans. Unfortunately, I’m usually too late to do anything but handle the mop up and prevent additional deaths. Now she’s one of them, and half the time I think I’ve lost my fucking mind, staying here in a no-win situation.”

Brooding now, he looks down at the beer and my feet. He’s staring right at my ass, but I get the feeling that’s just to occupy his eyes, because his mind is somewhere else. “But the night before it happened, we were together. She told me to get out, because I wasn’t particularly nice. If I hadn’t left…maybe she would have been okay. I knew her before, see? Like I said, she didn’t ask for this.”

"I hear regret in your voice and for that I am sorry. I can only imagine what that must feel like."

**Trying to switch gears here… I did not come here to bring him down, shit.**
**Other clearing of my throat…** So, what makes your blood boil?

“Fucking political correctness.” He sneers. “If something kills human beings to live, they’re a murderer. I don’t care if they can’t survive without having one person’s life blood every year. They can do what they got to do, but I’ve got to do what I have to do. If I catch them, I kill them. I’m not concerned about their feelings or whether they watch Oprah, or if they wear fucking Prada shoes and love to watch Dancing with the Stars. Jesus.” He gives a short, bitter laugh and shakes his head. “I’m scaring you, sweetheart, and Anwyn will chew on my ass if I do that. Women. Christ. Change the topic, let’s talk about something different.”

"I wouldn’t call it scaring, honey. It takes a lot to scare me. After all, I came to you didn’t I?"

**Where were these words coming from! Damn I was brave woman and I didn’t even know it!**

But okay, we will change tactics here… What makes you all hot and bothered then…??

**I ask as I lift one eyebrow up, you know the look!**
**Can’t kill a girl for trying huh…**

That changes his expression for sure. He glances around the apartment, and for the first time I notice a beautiful silk robe with a red rose and gold dragon print draped loosely over a chair, half on the floor as if whoever had been wearing it had had it pushed off her shoulders. Maybe so this man could push her against the chair and kiss her, hold her naked body against his fully clothed one. Or, knowing that Anwyn is a Mistress, maybe she’d had this scary, gruff man kneel in front of her, commanded him to untie the robe and spread it open and then place his lips on her skin, just below her navel and above other smooth, silky areas, giving him a taste of near-Heaven, but not permitting his mouth or tongue to go there all the way. Maybe not until I gave a good report on his behavior…

**holy shit**

As if he can tell what I’m thinking, he gives me a considering look and now it’s a bit wary, as if he’s not sure he wants to say what he’s going to say. “What makes me hot and bothered is a woman who smells like salvation and sin at once. Who knows how to bring out the need in a man to grab for both, so that he’ll do whatever it takes for her to offer them to him. It’s a bitch. You end up fighting yourself, you know, because you go down a path that’s like jagged glass on bare feet. The pain feels good, deserved in a way. Though you don’t think you can bear another moment, you keep going anyway. Because you know what she has for you is worth it.”

**This man’s words are like poetry to my ears and like ecstasy to my nerves**
**Yea, I was going to die of Death by Gideon**
**Train of thought where did you go… Come here damnit.. Okay…**

Gideon, why don’t you tell me what kind of woman can do those things to you?

Now there’s a rueful tug at the corner of his sexy mouth. “I think you know the answer to that one, sweetheart. It’s not ‘the kind of woman’ who can do it for me. That type of woman, she’s one of a kind. And I guess because of what I am to her, how we’re connected…” His nostrils flare as he looks back toward that pile of silken fabric. “I can still take in her scent as if she’s standing there. Every perfume or soap, the shampoo she uses, the oils and lotions she puts on her skin… The lingering smell of her arousal, which made her so damn slippery before she left I could almost taste it without her letting me have my mouth on it. Anwyn. She does those things to me.” He paused, stared at me. “She can make me beg, and no one does that. It’s damned irritating.”

So, if you had to take me on a date, what would we do?

He gives me a thorough, lazy look, and now that intensity eases, such that he gives me a bit of an easier grin. “In that dress, honey, the only thing I’d be doing would be you. Right here, up against a wall, about two seconds after you walked through the door, until you were screaming and clawing at my back, begging to come.” He shrugs, takes another sip of the beer.

**I was not expecting that.. Okay, maybe I was dreaming of it… but not thinking of it…**

But after that, I like ice cream. You like ice cream? There’s a place at the park that sells it. I kind of like the cart type with the guy in the little white suit. Don’t see those any more, but I have some fond memories of it. Get some ice cream, sit ourselves down under a tree. Might be good to have you sitting between my knees and I’d share the ice cream with you, pass it back and forth and maybe taste it on your mouth. Think butter pecan would taste real good with that butterscotch lip gloss you’re wearing.” Leaning forward, he inhales, his vibrant blue eyes pretty darn close. “That is the flavor you’re wearing, right? Mind if I take a small taste?”

**I will not stutter, I will not stutter, breathe in, breathe out… **
**That does not help cuz I smell him**

Only if your Mistress would not mind…

**I am not stupid, I know the rules here and besides she would kick my ass**

He leans in, giving me a look of pure deviltry. “We wouldn’t want her to think she has me completely housebroken, would we? She likes it when I don’t behave. Gives her the excuse to do all sorts of things.” He takes a small taste, an easy nuzzle of the lips against mine, the hint of a tongue teasing the seam, then he sits back, nodding. “Butterscotch.”

I read a little of the excerpt of your book and I was left begging for more. Broken furniture and a determined man. Can you tell us about your experience at the BDSM Night Club?

He shifts uncomfortably and his response sounds vague, evasive to me. “Well, it’s not really my kind of place. I was coming here looking for something in particular. It really wasn’t what you think about when you think of these places. Anwyn was something special, different, and somehow I just knew she was here. Kind of like a feeling, an intuition, when you know you’re supposed to be somewhere at a particular time, if that makes sense.” His leg starts twitching, an agitated bounce, a very physical man feeling hemmed in.

Are you more of a dom or sub?

“Neither. I don’t have much of a life to be looking into those kind of things.” He shifts uncomfortably then scowls, as if someone is talking to him. “She says I’m not being honest. Damn vampire. Let them in your head and they’re a pain in the ass for all eternity. I’ll stake her myself before it’s all over.” He sighs.

“Okay, yeah, for the past year or so, I’ve been stopping at different clubs when they’re convenient to my work. And yeah, I’ve been seeking out the Mistresses. But I’m not some pussy-whipped loser looking for a Mommy to spank him, got that?” He points a finger at me with a ferocious expression, tilting the beer in my direction. “It’s just, there was this time, long time ago, when I had a night with someone like that. And it stuck with me, the way it made me feel. At peace, all the voices in my head quiet. I was looking for that again, not to be tied up and whipped and have something stuck in my ass.”

**Visions of sugar plums danced in my head… **
**Okay Okay…**
**Visions of Gideon being tied up in front of me are dancing through my head….**
**Or is it me tied up for him.**
**Damn this freaking man to hell**
**I hope to hell he can NOT read my mind!**

So, you like some kink huh? What kind of kink you into…

He snarls, no other word for it, but then he closes his eyes, appears to count to ten before he responds. “Damn, girl, you don’t know when to quit, do you? If I was your boyfriend or husband, I wouldn’t let you out of the house. You’d give me gray hairs. But I think all you women are like that, flying in the face of a pissed off grizzly bear, thinking a sexy dress will keep him from eating you alive.”

**Okay, I won’t touch that one… Nope not going to do it… Bears, Goldilocks, Being eaten..**
**Nope**
**Shit**
**My mind is so far in the gutter right now, a tow truck couldn’t get me out if it wanted too**

He sets the beer down with a determined thump and suddenly leans over me, his chest pressing into the point of my hip where I’m curled up across from him. One very large hand closes over my throat, heated and oddly gentle despite his words, but the strength in the callused palm is obvious. He could snap a woman’s neck with little effort, which makes the gentleness of his grip that much more unnerving. His eyes come very close to mine.

Thinking of what he said about Anwyn’s scent, I’m very aware of his. That lingering perfume is on his mouth, where he kissed her flesh, but there’s a smell of gun oil, leather and a faint flavor of his favorite beer, a very masculine and unnerving combination.

“What kind of kink am I into? The kind where I put a woman who doesn’t have the sense to keep herself safe over my knee and give her a sound whipping until she’s begging me to stop, and she’s hot and wet because she responds to that in a man, a man who will do anything to keep her safe. The kind of kink where I put her under me then, and ram my cock into her, until she’s screaming out her climax and promising she’ll never do anything to risk herself again, to scare the life out of me, that she knows she’s mine and knows I can’t bear to lose her again…”

**Okay, visions of allllll kind of things are running through my freaking mind now.**
**Can he read my thoughts?**
** I must be as red as blood right now.**
**Shit shit shit shit**

Letting out an expressive oath, he suddenly lets go of me and bolts up from the couch. Striding a few feet away, he takes a deep breath. He hit the edge of the coffee table when he moved so abruptly, and the nearly empty beer had toppled, fortunately not breaking but landing on the rug, spilling the last few drops. He ignores it.

“I’m sorry,” he says at last, keeping his back to me. His broad shoulders flex as he clenches his fists. “I told her I was no good at this, but she seemed to think it was good for me to talk to you. I don’t know why she asks me to do half the things she does.” He gives a half laugh then, that bitter sound.

“She just corrected me. Said she didn’t ask me. She told me to do it.” His expression softened then, just a tad, and I wonder if Anwyn said something more comforting, easier, something that might soothe some of the pain it’s obvious he’s carrying. He turns then, looks at me. “Okay, I can tell you think you shouldn’t ask me anything more, but I’m not a damn coward, and I can do this. Ask your other questions.”

A brave man you are indeed Gideon, brave and proud.

**And absolutely freaking sexy as shit, so I do keep some some stuff to myself**

Since I only got a taste…. What makes BDSM work for you?

He comes back to the couch and surprises me by taking a slow, deliberate knee in front of me, so we’re about eye to eye.

“This,” he says. “The way your eyes got wide and intrigued when a man went to his knees in front of you. The way you wondered just what you could make me do, and it got you hot, thinking about it. It tells me that I know I can give you pleasure, that I can maybe take us both somewhere else for awhile, away from whatever bugs the shit out of us, because everybody has something that does.” He paused, considering. “BDSM doesn’t do that for me, though. She does.”

Have you done anything that has made you say, “WTF am I doing?”

He rolls his eyes. “Only every single fucking thing I’ve done since I walked through the doors of this club, since I never should have walked in.” He pauses then, a look of regret on his face. “No, I didn’t mean it like that. Shit. Now she’s pissed and she’s closed down.” He gets up, stomps off to the kitchen for another beer. “Sorry, did you want something? I didn’t even offer you anything. I’m not very good at this. Hell, most of the time in the past few years I’ve been staying at hotel dives where you don’t invite someone in who knocks on your door. You shoot them through the cheap plywood. So, want anything?”

**I spotted a bottle of scotch on the counter, yea I am NOT a beer drinker**
**so I will deal with the best next thing if I can’t have my SoCo**

Your mannerism is very unlike anyone I have come across Gideon. It is kinda refreshing to see a man be a man. I’ll take SoCo with ice please.

**He looked a little shocked, guess he thought I was a pansy drinker**

And I have one more question for you.. I am sure you are familiar with Joey’s Mermaid series… If I was being courted by you or one of the men from the Mermaid series… Who would win me over and how??

Gideon snorts and brings me my drink. “Those angels and their damn wings. A girl sees a guy in a short skirt who can fly and the rest of us don’t have a chance.” He cocks his head though, considering me. “If that merangel Alexis didn’t have his heart wrapped up and tied in a neat little bow, I think Dante would be the one who would turn your head. You’ve got too much of a fascination for the dangerous, brooding ones. With that half Dark One and half vampire blood, he makes me look like Mr. Fucking Rogers when it comes to brooding.”

He smiles then, and this time it’s just plain humor, a lighter expression that makes the tension in the room dissipate. “He’s an artistic type, so he’d probably take you to some forest grove with lots of wildflowers, the kind of place you’d imagine fairies dancing. He’d talk you into sliding off your clothes and lying on the grass naked, and then he’d paint all sorts of things along your soft skin, make you part of that wild garden. Tiny blue flowers, long stemmed grasses.” Gideon approaches me but this time he stands over me, studying my body. Reaching down, he slowly slides the strap of the dress off my shoulder, down, down, until he exposes the top curve of my breast. His finger passes over it, considering.

"For the finishing touch, he’d draw a fairy right here, a small male prince, leaning down, bracing a hand on this ripe curve to plant a kiss right on your flesh.” Gideon withdraws his touch, straightening. “And then you’d be all his. Dante’s.” He gives me a quick smile. “All I could offer you is ice cream in the park, sweetheart. That’s all I’ve got in my bag of tricks.”

You know sweetheart, sometimes all it takes is ice cream. The rest is up to you after the ice cream is gone. Wings can only take you so far.

**Oh, I know how to play the game too**

His eyes warm with appreciation, almost as if he’d heard the thought I’d tacked at the end of that. He tips a new bottle of beer to clink in companionable agreement against my glass, managing to brush the condensation on the bottle against the point of my wrist, a harmless tease, showing we were more relaxed again.

Gideon, I want to thank you for taking the time to talk to me. It means more than you know. **evil glean in eyes and wicked smile on my face** It has been my pleasure getting to know you and I look forward to reading about your journeys into the Vampire Series.

“Well, one of us should enjoy it. I have a feeling it’s going to be the rocky road to Hell and back for me.” He speaks dryly, but offers me a hand to help me off the couch. “Let me walk you out to the parking lot, see you safely to your car. Though I expect Anwyn will want to meet you face to face before you leave so she can make sure I didn’t give you too much shit.” He winces then. “She’s fussing at me about my language around you. Says if I don’t watch my mouth, she’ll give you a tour of the club and demonstrate how all the equipment works…using me.” Seeing my expression, he rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I’m in trouble now. Let’s head up and go find her. And pretend you’re not a woman for a moment or two – be merciful, for Christ’s sake.”