Thankful, Thoughtful, Thirsty – talking with Mountain Claiming's Daniel and Jagger.

 

by LC Dean

LC Dean: I passed the opportunity for a blog spot on to two of my favorite men. They’re visiting with me on Skype from Las Vegas and I’m sending the video transcript directly to Decadent. Since they are used to a pretty laidback work environment, I should probably comment now and then to keep them on task, but I trust them explicitly…almost.

Jag (grins): Thanks for the vote of confidence. I have to say, when LC first told us that the adorable and somewhat devilish Decadent Publishing blog maven asked if we wanted to do 3-way on Thursday. I instantly thought, “Heck yeah!”

Daniel (chuckling): He thinks I’m the gullible one. When Val dropped the bomb that it was just a blog, I swear he pouted, but then she shot us that grin of hers and we forgave her.

Jag (Leaning close to bump his shoulder against the large man’s arm): Like you weren’t disappointed. Of course, now that we have met her tall, handsome husband, we will keep a respectful distance no matter how tempting her smile is. Madame Eve also called to warn me that Decadent is a good source of inspiration so Daniel and I had better be good.

Daniel: So, then I guess we should get to it. Let’s start with Thankful. I am thankful for Madame Eve and her invaluable service, which brought me to Grand Turk…and you.

Jag: There’s the grin I love. No, don’t get all shy, mi montaña. I’m thankful to Eve as well. (Lacing his fingers through Daniel’s, he smiles.) She gave me an unexpected gift that I have no desire to ever return.

Daniel (Studying the keyboard in front of him before looking up at the camera again): All right, on to thoughtful. Several things hold my thoughts these days, but my biggest focus, since leaving Georgia, is working with men and women trapped in an abusive relationship. Being with Jagger has taught me that there’s a huge difference between leaning on someone who loves and cares about you and being in a violent environment.

Jag: It took a great deal of courage to walk away, Daniel. I can’t tell you how proud I am of you and all that you do. I’m much more selfish than my partner. My thoughts are pretty much consumed by work and him these days.

Daniel: That’s not true. You have been very helpful with all of this.

Jag: But for a selfish reason—making you happy pleases me. You, a fine Cuban cigar, and a good glass of Scotch.

Daniel: You’ll have to refrain while we’re visiting Jackson and Leah. Cuban cigars are illegal here in the US.

Jag: Fortunately, neither of my other favorites are.

Daniel (shakes his head): Not sure what I should say to that so I’ll move on to thirsty. Jag already told you what he’s thirsting for—

Jag: Well, if you’re going to be literal…

Daniel: Which I am. So Jag likes Scotch, ten-year Glenmorangie to be exact, but I come from the South. I really miss sweet tea.

Jag: I don’t know how you can call that syrup you drink, tea.

Daniel: It’s delicious. I hear some Decadent authors and staff members have embraced a fondness for the term “mean tea” thanks to Dominique Eastwick, but I still prefer sweetness.

Jag: Me too. I’ll take a tall, dark swig of pure sweetness any day.

Daniel: Why do I get the feeling that you’re done being literal?

Jag (winks): Because you satisfy all my 3-way desires—you make me thankful, keep me thoughtful, and satisfy my deepest thirsts, mi montaña.

LC Dean: Jagger? Daniel? Well, I guess the interview’s over since it appears they have left the room. Thanks for letting the guys hang with you all. They usually have better manners, but they are in Sin City so…I guess they’re a little…distracted.