Rising-star blogger Milla Kierce knows she's arrived when she sees the swag basket in her dressing room on the night of her late-night television debut. But before she can bite into the muffin that symbolizes her success, gunfire echoes through the TV studio. She's just hidden herself (mostly in plain sight) when the door flings open. Instead of a gunman, there stands one of the world's most popular rock stars, Gage Daxson, looking for his own way out of danger.
Thrown together, they'll battle a venomous man seeking revenge and his own sexual pleasure, but they may never leave the building again. Distracted by fear, fame, and infamy, can these two somehow find their way to each other?
Equal parts horrifying and hilarious, Debra Anastasia's Late Night With Andres offers more than a few twists and turns—and, of course, enough heat to keep things interesting.
I personally think Debra Anastasia’s writing is amazing. I
loved Poughkeepsie so much that I have read and will continue to read anything
she puts out. But then add in the fact that “100%
of the proceeds generated from the sales of Late Night with Andres will be
donated by Debra Anastasia, Omnific Publishing, and all the staff members
involved, to assist in the battle against breast cancer- because cancer sucks”
and Debra Anastasia kicks major ass!
As for the book, I loved it. It was down right hilarious! Ms
Anastasia’s humor knows no bounds. The characters were likable and funny. Milla Kierce is our heroine and is she ever.
She was asked to come on the late night talk show “Late Night with Andres” to
promote her popular blog that dishes out advice. As she is trying to enjoy a
muffin in her dressing room, she hears gun fire in the hallways of the TV
studio. Enter another guest for the show that evening, famous rock star, Gage
Daxon. Gage is trying to get out of the way of flying bullets and ducks into
Milla’s dressing room.
Next to enter the room, the gunman otherwise known as
Devil’s Fart or Fart for short. Fart
makes Milla and Gage make out and other
things while he watches. The gunman is a foul character who is on this rampage
because Milla gave his girlfriend the advice to leave his sorry ass. As Gage
tries to calm the situation down, Milla just lets her fresh mouth spout off
what she is really thinking. Gage tries to do the best he can to protect Milla.
He really was a super sweet character that exudes sex appeal.
“Gage had kissed maybe
a million girls. But this girl, this kiss in a crazy room with a gun to his
head was changing his soul.”
This story had more than one villain, Andres. He is an old
dried up host who only has his job because he blackmails the executives. Andres
planted cameras in all his dressing rooms, and starts live feeding the horror
going down. The was showing the world the awful things Fart was making Milla
and Gage do including a stripped down Milla.
One of my favorite moments in the book was later on after
they realize they are on camera in the dressing room. They didn’t want to world to hear what they
began saying so they used the word FUCK every other word. I swear I was rolling
on the floor. I understand that may make me seems immature but the way Debra
Anastasia did it had me cracking up.
I must stop here so I don’t give the whole book away. This
book has lots of humor, lots of drama and the perfect amount of sex. My only
complaint was that it was a novella. I would have liked more but I always do
with Debra Anastasia.
Debra Anastasia grew up in New York and got a bachelor's degree in political science at SUNY New Paltz. At the start of her marriage, she moved to southern Maryland with her husband. She still doesn't trust crabs and all their legs, though everyone else in her family thinks they're delicious. Her favorite hobbies include knitting, painting furniture and wall murals, and slapping clowns.
Her writing started a decent handful of years ago when along with the dogs, cat, kids, and husband, the voices of characters started whispering stories in Debra's ear. Insomnia was the gateway for the plots that wouldn't give up, wouldn't let go. In the shower, a twist would take hold and--dripping and frenzied--she'd find somewhere, anywhere to write it down.
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