Happy Labor Day! Thanks to Booknibbles.com for the wonderful tour! If you’re just coming across this post, you can catch the beginning HERE. I hope each of you indulges in a char-broiled burger to say goodbye to summer. I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m very *very* sad to see summer go. [pout] Now, on to the fun part. In the tradition of my weekly Hump Day Hotties, I’m adding a scene to the guy. I can’t help it. When I see a picture like this, my brain comes up with all kinds of scenarios. Here’s one:
So it was Labor Day weekend, and I really wasn’t looking forward to a sixteen hour drive to the coast, but Brad promised that he’d do most of the driving. He also promised we’d stop at my favorite restaurant for lunch. And dinner. By midnight, I couldn’t stay awake, and I curled up in the passenger seat and fell asleep with our favorite band in the CD player, and watching Brad nod his head and tap the beat on the steering wheel.
I don’t know how long I was out, but when I woke up, we were on the side of the road. Brad was fast asleep in the driver’s seat. I stared. I couldn’t help it. He’d taken off his shirt, and he looked so damn beautiful in the dim light of the rest stop lights. When looking wasn’t enough anymore, I reached over and as carefully as I could, released the buckle of his belt. When he didn’t stir, I started on his button fly. I leaned back to enjoy the view, and only then noticed that Brad wasn’t sleeping anymore.
Okay, on to the next blog. I hope you make it to the end, where I’ll be giving away a copy of the winner’s choice of my backlist (you can find them here). Also, I hope to see a lot of you blog hoppers at Gem Sivad’s Chat Room during one of the times listed at the end. We always have a lot of fun. See you there!
Welcome to my website! If you’re just coming across my post, you can get the full enjoyment of the blog hop by clicking HERE to go to the beginning of the tour. I hope you’re having a great time this weekend. The eye candy is almost better than fireworks, right? Here are my contributions:
Do you think Uncle Sam would approve of his clothing choice? I’m not sure, we might have to retire that flag. All right, mister. Hand it over 
I just love the patriotism I’m seeing. It’s the United States of America’s Birthday, and these guys are all dressed up in their birthday suits. Very nice job, boys.
I hope you can all join me in Gem’s Chat Room on Saturday from 5pm to 9pm EST, where we bloggers will be chatting and sharing excerpts.
Tons of thanks go to Michael from Booknibbles.com who has hosted this delicious tour of blogs.
Hm, a tour detour. Sounds like a wash huh? I apologize, the Romance Writers Behaving Badly tour has a little hiccup. One more click will get you back on track. Sorry about that, but thanks for visiting anyway! BACK TO THE TOUR (And here’s some eye candy for your trouble)
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Happy Hump Day everyone! I found this picture, knowing the story I wanted to tell with him, but I can’t bring myself to sully the beauty of this picture with those mediocre words. I’m sure you can imagine the scene that played in my head, it’s probably the same one that’s playing through yours right now. Don’t deny it. It’s okay.
I have to keep this blog post at a respectable parental guidance rating (hi Mom!) so the scene in my head will have to stay there. Instead, here’s a PG scene that’s almost as plausible:
Curtis hadn’t been this exhausted since his first week in Boot Camp. His feet felt like they’d been trampled on by a herd of elephants; they pounded along with his heartbeat, and pulsed inside his combat boots. He hadn’t had a hot shower or shave in almost a week, and hadn’t slept more than a three hour stretch in almost a month. He smelled worse than the swamp they’d just marched through, but the row of temporary bunks in the National Guard Armory looked more inviting than fighting thirty other guys over a shower head right now.
Five minutes. With one last rational thought, Curtis tore off his shirt and rank undershirt and threw himself across the first bunk he could reach. Fatigue made each muscle feel like the Earth’s gravity pull had increased tenfold. He’d give anything for a sexy MASH nurse, a sponge bath, and a shot of whiskey.
Five minutes, he sighed.
Poor Curtis. Keep the drooling to a minimum, let the poor guy rest. Join my alter ego Olivia Brynn this weekend along with other authors at Romance Writers Behaving Badly for a blog hop that’s sure to be filled with eye candy galore. The fun starts at the RWBB blog on Friday 6/18/10. I’ll be celebrating the release of my first Samhain release Position Secured, which hits the virtual bookshelves on Tuesday 6/22/10! Well, it’s Olivia’s book, but she lets me celebrate. See you there!
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