No Stopping Now
On the monitor, Brody Donegan, aka Doctor Nite, slid a five under the stripper's G-string and gave the knowing smirk that made his cable show must-see TV for every lounge lizard prowling the meat-market bars.
"I've got to get this guy," Jillian James said to her cousin Nate, in whose video-editing studio they sat. "For the documentary," she added quickly, hoping Nate hadn't noticed the edge in her voice. She tapped the Mute button so hard she snapped a nail.
Doctor Nite, Brody Donegan's show, featured sexy hot spots as the backdrop for advice on how to get laid and stay single. Donegan, who used women like tissues and taught his high-fiving, beer-guzzling fans to do the same, symbolized all that was wrong with a culture that exalted sex over love, external looks over inner beauty and self-involvement over emotional commitment.
Jillian had to get him.
She'd tried for weeks for an interview, but his network had stonewalled her and his agent had e-mailed that he was too busy. "For a no-name filmmaker" was implied, but Jillian got the message loud and clear.
That was where fate, through her cousin, had stepped in. Nate just happened to be good friends with Donegan's camera ... read full excerpt from No Stopping Now ebook
