Marshall T.J. Langlois

Pronounced Lan-(g)waah At least in my dad's small south Louisiana town, a Marshall is an elected political position, similar to a police chief or sheriff, in towns that aren’t big enough to have a police force but still need more than the parish sheriff. I based Marshall T.J. Langlois off of Marshall Russell in my dad’s hometown. He is friends with everyone and, like Marshall Langlois, he's a big dude, but that's about where the similarities end. He’s got a deep rolling southern ...

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Wine and chocolate

I wanted a sensual experience for Tori. This is a slow awakening (hah!) of her senses and her appetites. You don’t just throw someone in the deep water to swim, and you don’t start with whips and chains the first time someone calls you Master. The Chocolate I did a little research (not a lot) about pairing chocolate with wine. As I grew into adulthood, I became a dark chocolate lover. Milk chocolate is great, of course, but there’s something special about the bitter-sweet depths ...

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Why did Tori refuse to take Nate’s money?

“That’ll be $1.93.” He digs in his wallet and slaps three bills on the counter. Three one hundred dollar bills. What the fuck? He’s got this smug look on his face like he’s so damned smart, and he confirms my worst suspicion when he gives me a shit-eating grin and says, “Keep the change.” Oh. Hell. No. I calmly take his money, walk over to the cash register, and count out the change for three hundred dollars minus a dollar ninety-three. And then slap it all back ...

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Film Terms

As fictional as this book is, I do want to keep some things true to life. There’s only so much disbelief a reader is expected to put on hold. Frankly, I want to use that quota in other ways, not when discussing something simple like incorrect film jargon in a pre-production meeting. Line Producer – the dude or lady who is in charge of a film’s budget. They’re basically the film’s lead accountant and they make sure all the bills are paid. Production Designer – these men and ...

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Antoine’s

I’ve never actually been to Antoine's, but from what I've heard from the people I know, it’s a really nice restaurant. I love the history of it and the menu and the floor plan, and next time I’m back home in Louisiana, I plan on visiting.   The main dining room   But, since I’m writing this book from the other L.A., I can only visit it virtually and on the written page. [And, just to make clear, there is no disrespect intended for this prized New Orleans treasure. I ...

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Port of Call

I wrote a chapter-shaped love poem about Port of Call (Sir Chapter 13) in New Orleans. I've been to a lot of restaurants in New Orleans, most of them simply outstanding, but push-comes-to-shove, Port of Call is at the top of my favorites list.   First, it’s a damned good hamburger. And this is coming from someone who doesn’t really like hamburgers. Second, baked potatoes piled obscenely high with cheese, butter, and sour cream. Need I say more? Third <drumroll ...

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How SIR came to be (and why it ends on a cliffhanger). . .

I knew going into publishing Sir essentially what the main criticisms would be. Not to brag (but), I've been a professional writer -- not for books, but tomato/tomato -- long enough that I have a decent grasp of where my weaknesses lie and, with enough time, I can emotionally distance myself from my work product to have a general idea of what it's weaknesses are. So I KNEW, when pressing the button to publish Sir, that people were going to think that it started slow with too much ...

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Drunk Brunch

I got an editor note back for Chapter 16 suggesting that I change “drunk brunch” to “hangover brunch”. And even though I’ve been friends with my editor for nearly 10 years, I guess I never mentioned drunk brunch to her. . . Oopsie. I don’t know if it’s a Louisiana thing or a my-friends-from-college-in-Louisiana thing, but every Sunday (and some Saturdays) during college when we all lived in dorms, we would meet around 11 AM in the LSU Student Union for drunk brunch. Somet...

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One Canal Place (Chapter 9)

That photo above? Not my photo. Nor is the one below. Shocking.  At the end of Canal Street, almost at the river, on the edge of the Quarter, stands a high rise. In that high rise, you can both get your passport from the passport office upstairs, Chanel 22 at Saks Fifth Avenue, and a great little dress at one of the boutiques. http://www.theshopsatcanalplace.com/  

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The Dress (Chapter 9)

In my head, Tori is wearing the perfect red dress... It’s Kiyonna from 2015 and no longer on the market <sad panda>. Kiyonna has some similar styles, but, to me, this dress is nigh on perfect. An amazing shade of red, the stark contrast of the black belt that shows off your waistline, the sweetheart neckline, and the flirty tulip skirt. How can a woman not feel gorgeous in that dress? That’s the kind of dress you save for a special occasion and/or a special man. Isn’t ...

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