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The first time I heard someone use the phrase “dead tree” to describe a paperback book, it kinda struck me as sad. Thanks to digital formats, books are being produced without any ecological waste! Even if you don’t own an e-reader (yet…good luck in the drawing!) you can enjoy digital books on your computer, or even your cell phone! There is really no excuse to be away from your favorite reads. To tell the truth, I now look forward to a few hours between flights at the airport.
I changed into my Olivia Brynn sweater to find two characters in my books who will be celebrating Earth Day in earnest. Jade and Dean from Falling Star are two friends and botanists who own Earth Scents Florists. I’ll share with you the greenest excerpt I’ve got of these two, which only hints at the joys the earth can bring if only you know where to look. This excerpt begins as Dean and Jade join Adam, a country music star, at his home for dinner.
Dean filled her in on the weekend at Earth Scents in between Adam’s directions to his house. When they pulled into a huge circular driveway, Adam handed Dean a key to the panel camouflaged by decorative stone, and the tall iron gate opened.
Jade had a hard time keeping her mouth closed. She’d seen television shows that showcased celebrity houses, and she could almost hear Robin Leach’s voice pointing out amenities.
The dark brick driveway bordered the neatly trimmed front lawn, surrounded by native trees and boulders. The botanist in her salivated at the well-maintained foliage, and couldn’t wait to walk through the property and catalogue each species. A decorative fountain sat in the center of the drive, angels and birds of white marble directing water flow back into the basin.
Dean stopped the car in front of the door. The stoop was covered in a lush green vine, clematis, if she wasn’t mistaken, and gave the entrance an inviting feel.
“You can just park here, unless you want it in the garage,” Adam told Dean. Jade pressed her forehead against the car window to see the house in its entirety. A two story English Manor-style brick estate, with huge arching windows that emitted a warm yellow glow from the spacious rooms inside. The clematis climbed all the way to the roof, draping the grey and maroon brick with a lush green shroud.
Adam opened her door for her, and smiled at her expression.
“Do you like it?”
She nodded, trying not to look like a country bumpkin with her first look at indoor plumbing. “I suppose you already have a gardener…” Whoever landscaped the front lawn knew what they were doing. Jade spun around for a full look at the Eden-like setting.
“There’s always room for one more.” Adam reached to pull her into his arms.
“Jade! It’s Tropaeolum majus!” Dean was on his knees in front of a bricked-in enclosure between the driveway and the home. Jade rushed over and mindless of her attire, knelt beside him.
The plant was gorgeous, the bloom was a perfect red-orange specimen, opened to its full glory and releasing the distinctive perfume in the evening breeze. “It’s amazing! But I can’t tell if it’s from the T. moritzanum or T. peltophorum, it has both characteristics.”
“It must be a hybrid. Whoever planted this knew their stuff. Look how it’s flourishing along with the Trifolium.”
“You know,” Adam said from behind them, “I’ve brought a lot of people to my place. This is the first time they’ve been on their knees in the grass discussing the landscaping.”
“What a shame.” Jade looked up at Adam, a little embarrassed at her exuberance, especially in her dress and heels, but she couldn’t stop. “This Tropaeolum majus…or Monk’s Cress, is one of the species that Dean and I studied in Colombia. I think we could spend hours out here.”
“I’d like to take credit, but this was all here when I moved in three years ago. All I know about plants can fit into a thimble, with room to spare. But I should get in the shower and make myself presentable. You two are welcome to look around out here, or come on inside.”
Jade stood up and dusted her hands off. From the look on Dean’s face, it was obvious he wanted to see what other treasures he could find in Adam’s yard.
“If you don’t mind, we’d love to snoop around your garden.” Jade gripped both of Adam’s hands. “But hurry back.”
Adam kissed her cheek before leaving the two plant scientists to their discoveries. Jade watched Adam’s retreat, her gaze focused on his ass, shaking her head at his baggy shorts.
“I’d ask how he was in bed, but the look on your face already told me.”
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I started out writing a short little scene for this post, and I’m afraid it got longer than I expected. So I put it in a Calameo doc. Just click the little arrow circle on the right to turn the pages.
You can also download the scene to read later if you want to read but you’re anxious to get moving along, just click the arrow pointing at the tray.
I guess that’s a tray.
Not really sure.
Anyway, this is a scene featuring a supporting character in my book PreView. Ashley is Ryann’s best friend, and I’ve always thought she needed a happily ever after of her own.
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Welcome to my little corner of the web! For those of you who are new to my site/blog, I write romantic suspense, contemporary, and historical westerns. My latest release is PreView, a romantic suspense with a psychic flair.
I took the tree down already, and swept the virtual pine needles away. Now I can focus on 2012!
I hope you all had a wonderful and way to ring in 2012. Me? I went to bed at 8:00pm because I had to work at 5:00 am New Year’s Day. I’m not sure if I’m more bothered by the fact that I missed out on a party, or the fact that it didn’t bother me to miss a party. Getting old is hell, folks.
Now for my New Year’s memory:
I come from a big Irish family. Both of my parents came from big Irish families as well, so that makes my big family even bigger. I loved it.
Every New Year’s Eve, my parents would pile all seven of us kids into our big wood-paneled station wagon, and head up to my uncle’s house in a little Wyoming town where everyone knows everyone else. I think we doubled the town’s population by the time all the aunts, uncles, and cousins filed in.
Uncle Joe’s house would be filled with the scent of candy thanks to huge pots on the stove full of homemade saltwater taffy. Then we’d all sit around the table (tables, there were dozens of us there) and each pull our own taffy. Now, most taffy gets pulled by machine. This is because you have to pull it when it’s hot. Blistering hot. And it takes a long time and considerable finger strength to pull the taffy into manageable consistency. Needless to say, we youngsters weren’t the best pullers, but we were by far the best eaters.
But it’s fun. And delicious. And it keeps a gaggle of kids busy for hours. (The recipe for homemade taffy is right here, if you’re so inclined.)
Then we’d wait up til midnight and ring in the new year on my uncle’s huge porch, with noisemakers and pots and spoons.
The more I think about it, the more I wonder why that little town kept allowing us back every year.
Then Uncle Joe would wake us all up at six in the morning with the following song blaring at top volume:
Seriously, I love my family.
Okay, that’s it for me. I hope you enjoy my little romp through memory lane! If you click on the “continue reading” link below, you’ll see the list of blogs for you to visit. Comment here with your email address to be entered into the grand prize drawing. I’ll choose one commenter to win their choice of my digital backlist.
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On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, twelve drummers drumming:
I love Stomp. I hope you like it too. Now for a little story, inspired by Stomp:
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For this post, I used the Scene Generator, and got the following prompts:
These are your characters: Ghost, Nurse, Bank robber These adjectives describe them, one per character. Picky, Exhausted, Beautiful This is your setting: Salon
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“Hail Mary, full of grace…”
Lara closed her eyes so no one would notice them rolling. Heather sat in her scrubs, rocking in a fetal position like a four-year-old in time out. If she heard the Hail Mary one more time, Lara was going to scream. “How about some coffee?”
The nurse looked at her, brows knit together and mouth agape. “Coffee? At a time like this?”
Lara shrugged. “We’ll be here for a while. Might as well get comfortable.” Lara had never spent any amount of time on the floor of her salon. While the nurse she’d been blow drying sat praying, Lara made a mental note of the dust and gum beneath the chairs.
“I only drink Starbucks. Caramel latte with fat free milk. And I won’t drink out of a Styrofoam cup.” Heather went back to praying, but at least now it was under her breath.
“Will you two keep it down?” The man who held them captive groaned. Lara knew he wasn’t going to hurt them. In fact she could swear that the gun he kept waving around wasn’t even loaded. Marvin Milquetoast-turned bank robber. If this wasn’t her salon, she’d probably just stand up and walk out. Maybe take that black duffle bag with her.
“The police left an hour ago. I’m not sure what you’re waiting for.” Lara brushed hair clippings from her jeans. She’d been awake since four o’clock this morning, and after three color appointments and two squirming toddlers, Lara couldn’t help but be a little grateful for the break.
Marvin scratched his head with the barrel of the gun. “I’m waiting for a sign. I want to make sure it’s safe.”
Lara smiled. So he wants a sign. She took a deep breath and focused on the entity. Shireah was a beautiful ghost who’d kept Lara company on slow days in the salon. She was also a bit mischievous, and loved to play tricks on Lara’s clients. She seemed to know which human she could mess with, and which to leave alone. Take Heather–Shireah would never show herself to the skittish nurse, but there were a few clients on a first name basis with the ghost. None of them could communicate with her the way Lara could.
“What the…” Marvin stood up so suddenly, the folding chair he was perched upon clattered to the floor behind him. “What’s going on?”
Lara opened her eyes. Shireah stood before Marvin, her usual pearly visage had taken on a dark red hue. Very nice. Lara covered her smile with one hand. The ghost moved toward the bank robber, floating over the tile in the fluid yet creepy way that Lara wished she could do herself. Marvin backed away, mumbling and shaking his head.
“That’s her!” Heather’s mouth dropped open. Rather than screaming in terror like Lara imagined, Heather was in awe. She’d even unfolded herself and relaxed for the first time in an hour. “That’s your ghost!”
Lara shrugged as she watched Shireah all but push Marvin out the front door. “She’s not really mine.”
“But I’ve heard about her. Everyone says your salon is haunted. I never believed them, but…”
“What should we do with the money?” Shareah’s voice was as beautiful as her spirit. The soft whisper floated through the room and caressed Lara’s ears.
Marvin was gone. Through the window Lara saw him running through the street screaming. She stood up, stretching her cramped muscles. “Thanks for your help, Shareah. He was getting on my nerves.”
“You should have called earlier. I thought maybe you had a crush on him.”
Lara laughed, then shook her head. “Shareah, this is Heather. A nurse at Burry Memorial Hospital.”
Shareah floated over toward the nurse, who closed her eyes and smiled as the spirit swirled around her. Lara didn’t think she’d ever seen the woman so at peace.
“As for the money,” Lara raised one eyebrow, “I’m sure the bank wouldn’t miss a few dollars. How does Starbucks sound?”
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I really wanted to write a scary post for Halloween, but I guess I’m just not cut out for that. Thanks for stopping by. Good luck in the drawing, and I hope to see you Sunday night in Gem Sivad’s Chat Room! I’ll be there posting excerpts and talking shop with the other authors.
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This is Trevor Kearney. The green-eyed hero from my new release PreView. It’s available now for preorder, but will be officially released on Monday. It’s part of Carina Press’s Romantic Suspense Week. Click HERE for more information about that. The link will open in a new tab so you can finish the hop first.
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It’s the Summer Solstice! The longest day of the year, and a day filled with myths and legends all around the globe. Here in Wyoming, there is a ranch called Crimson Dawn. Folks gather to sit around a bonfire and tell stories before participants make a wish as they toss a handful of red dirt on the fire. In honor of the celebration, I’ve written the beginning of my take on the event, and some other bloggers have picked up where I left off. Enjoy!
Jessie Bolton sat astride her mare, shaking her head at the diverse crowd stepping off the KISS FM 93.7 tour bus. They had come from all over the country, and Jessie imagined that not one of them had ever been to Wyoming, let alone the top of Casper Mountain. Crimson Dawn Ranch had hosted the annual Sumer Solstice gathering since the 1930s. Some say a woman’s ghost haunts the area, but Jessie didn’t believe it. She’d worked at Crimson Dawn since she’d turned sixteen and had never seen anything but pranks and hoaxes.
Jessie grinned, and nudged her horse into the clearing to greet the newcomers. Perhaps this year would be more entertaining than the others. These nine folks had gone to great lengths to win the trip to Crimson Dawn to take part in the Solstice Celebration. Surely there was at least one trickster in town who would come up with a prank for these city slickers.
“Howdy!” Jessie swung out of the saddle, handed the mare off to one of Crimson’s cowboys, then knocked the dust from her gloves. “Welcome to Crimson Dawn. I’m Jessie.”
The man in front of her looked down his long nose, but did reach for her outstretched hand. “Dr. Martin Santorini.”
Ah yes. She remembered his information. The “world famous” geologist that Jessie had never heard of. She tried not to giggle at his pretentious attitude, or his handlebar mustache. Who knew they still made wax for those? “Welcome, Mr. Santorini. I hope you enjoy your—”
“That’s Doctor Santorini.”
Someone in the crowd snorted, but it didn’t seem to bother the geologist. He wandered away and Jessie focused on the next in line.
“Hi, I’m Carla Hildebrand. So excited to be here! I kept expectin’ cowboys and Indians in stagecoaches and stuff, ya know? I’ve never even set foot outside Georgia, so I’ll be takin’ lots of pictures.” To prove her point, Carla snapped one of Jessie’s deer-in-the-headlights look. “I’ll have to post these on my blog. Karl is just gonna shit. Karl’s the cook where I work. He thought I was pullin’ his leg about winnin’ this trip. I never win anything!” She squealed and snapped another picture.
Jessie stepped aside to offer her hand to the next newcomer. Oh yeah. This had to be Jerri Carlsile, the stripper from Atlantic City. Fake boobs, fake hair, fake tan…even a fake smile.
“I’m Jerri. I don’t suppose you sell those boots in your gift shop, do you? They’d go great with one of my outfits.”
“Uh…no. I’m sorry. Maybe on your way back to the airport the driver can stop somewhere—”
“You’re too damn cute.” Jerri winked and snapped her gum before sauntering away.
Jessie focused on the tight-faced woman in flowing paisley silk. Her eyes were the lightest blue Jessie had ever seen. She found that she couldn’t look away from the direct stare.
“Zoe Redner, darling.”
Oh. The psychic. Jessie hoped her eyebrow didn’t quirk as it was known to.
“I do hope you don’t spend your entire summer up on this mountain. There is a lot of energy in this area. Not all of it kind.” Zoe spread her hands out, palms down. If she was getting a read on the gravel beneath their feet, Jessie hoped the psychic wasn’t afraid of rattlers.
“I’ve heard stories, but I’ve spent a lot of time at Crimson Dawn. Unfortunately I haven’t seen anything extraordinary myself.”
“You need to close your eyes…and open your mind.”
With that, Zoe flared her nostrils and walked away. Jessie couldn’t hide her bemused grin as she faced the next visitor. This had to be Phineas Walton. The Computer programmer from Dayton Ohio blinked rapidly, as if he was filing images away in his brilliant brain. Jessie had never met a “geek” who looked this good. Before she could check him out too thoroughly, he reached for her hand and pumped it vigorously “I’m Phineas. Very nice to meet you. Tell me you have Wifi.”
Jessie laughed. “Yes we do. After the ceremony I’ll get you all set up in your rooms for the night.”
“Great!” He pulled out his smartphone and tapped the screen.
“Hello. Lindee Penton. I’m the astrologer for the New York Century magazine.”
The man beside her cleared his throat.”And I’m Will Treadworth. I have a real job.”
Lindee’s face flared with color. “I swear to God, Mr. Treadworth. If you don’t shut your trap about my career, you can expect a scathing review of your latest article by my colleague.
Will shrugged. “Big deal. What’s your circulation, fifty?”
Lindee’s lips turned white, but Jessie was glad to see that she spun away rather than continue the argument.
Making a mental note to change the Treadworth and Penton rooms from connecting to opposite ends of the floor, Jessie shook Corey Thurston’s hand. Strange how cops looked like cops even in street clothes. He did have a nice smile though, and the scar on his cheek only added to his attractiveness.
After scratching behind Officer Thurston’s German Shepard’s ears, Jessie turned toward the last man off the bus. He wore head to toe black. From his Stetson to his boots, and even his long duster. She peered through the shadow of his hat and caught sight of a black goatee, and an equally dark expression.
“John,” he growled. He didn’t offer his hand, and Jessie was a little relieved. John P. Smith was the only one of the KISS FM winners that hadn’t bothered to fill out the personal information section on the pre-notification packet.
“Welcome, John.” As intriguing as the man was, she forced herself to face the group. “Welcome all of you! We’ve got some great storytellers lined up for this afternoon’s solstice. We’re set up just around this bend. Tonight we’ve saved you the best vantage point for the bonfire. The solstice will arrive in less than an hour, so we’d better get set.”
As Jessie led the motley crew down the path, the gravel beneath her boots hummed. She shook her head. She didn’t believe in witches, warlocks or fairies. It was just another day out of the year.
Right?
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Here’s how it worked. Bloggers went to http://justromance.me/register/scenemaker/, where a random selection of characters, adjectives, and a setting were generated. Also, we were given the first line: Bloody footprints. What a way to start the weekend. and a line of dialogue: “Maybe you should take off your shirt.”. After that, the sky’s the limit.
I liked our mascot so much, I made a screenshot of my scene generator, so you can see what I had to work with, as well as drool a bit on that sexy tat.
There you have it. My generated scene. So here we go:
“Bloody footprints. What a way to start the weekend.” The Sous Chef scowled at the floor behind the crowd invading his domain. His big floppy feet and Cockney accent gave the man a caricature feel. He continued mumbling about dirty feet as he continued through the kitchen.
Well, her date gets props for creativity. Cassidy dried her hands, and threw the paper towel in the humongous trash can. She’d never even been inside a restaurant kitchen before, but now here she was on a blind date, learning cooking tips from one of the city’s most famous chefs.
“Do you like to cook?” Scott’s voice washed over her like a cup of warm syrup. Rich and sinful.
Cassidy looked up at her date. As a ski instructor, his gorgeous face was tanned, other than a clear shape around his eyes where his ski goggles kept the skin a lighter shade. She could picture him on the slopes, stealing the hearts of all of his female students. His grin was irresistible. Along with the rest of him. It was a relief that Lara had set them up without telling Scott that she was wealthy. Now she could just be a regular ordinary woman on a regular ordinary date. All he knew was that she worked in a bank.
He didn’t know that she owned seven of them.
She blinked a few times to remember the question. “Oh. Yes, I do. It’s the cleaning up after myself that I don’t like. How about you?”
He stepped aside politely to follow her to the prep table, where they stood shoulder to shoulder with the rest of the cooking class. She gave him points for manners.
“I make a mean lasagna.” The look in his eye promised many sinful things, Italian food wasn’t even in the back of her mind.
Before she could mentally undress him, Cassidy focused on the empty cutting board in front of her.
“I don’t see what the big deal is. Interactive Restaurant? That just means that they’re getting paid for me doing my own cooking.” Pete, theelderly guy on the other side of the table, growled. Pete was a retired postal worker who claimed to have been dragged here by his wife of sixty years.
“Will you lighten up? Anything is better than sitting in front of the boob-tube.” His wife swatted his arm playfully. “Now don’t ruin this for the rest of us.”
Scott’s laugh was as sexy as his voice.
Cassidy gave herself virtual slap in the face. This man was way too adorable to have a normal personality. No use falling for him on the first date, before the psychotic side came out. There must be something wrong with him.
She managed to pay attention to Chef Gerald, and even laughed along with Scott as he spent much longer than necessary chopping his vegetables. His frustration with the tedious tasks made the rest of the table laugh. Even Pete labeled him cantankerous. The highlight of the evening was when he leaned against the oven. His sleeve caught fire, he jerked back in reaction, and poured a bowl of cold marinara sauce over his arm to douse the flames. His shouts shouldn’t have been comical, but several of the amateur cooks snickered behind their hands.
Cassidy managed to keep a straight face as she came to his rescue. She unbuttoned his shirt, thankful that he wore a clean undershirt. She added more points to his tally. “Maybe you should take off your shirt.”
Nice chest. Muscular pecs clearly defined beneath the tee-shirt. And he smelled really good.
She must have enjoyed the task a bit too much, because she was suddenly aware of a chorus of jeers from the others. She handed him his soiled shirt with an awkward grin.
Still, once things settled down, and they returned to work, she swore she didn’t bump his hip on purpose, and would never admit to reaching into his space just to get another whiff of his cologne. The cooking class was a perfect place for a first date. No awkward silences, and the other participants gave her a cushion from the blind-date pressure.
“Maybe you should think about quitting your cushy job at the bank.” Scott nudged her elbow with his. “Your bruschetta looks a whole lot better than mine.”
She smiled, feeling an insane amount of pleasure from the simple compliment. “Well, the true test will be in taste.”
The heat in his eyes burned right through her clothes, and she had to stop herself from fanning her face with a spatula.
“Tell ya what.” He stepped closer, until she could feel the heat coming off his body. “If it passes muster, I’ll make the Lasagna, and you can make the bruschetta.”
I always feel bad leaving the couple just as things are heating up. Oh well, on to the next blog post! Hope you’re having a good time. I’ll be chatting at Gem’s Chat Room on Sunday evening 7pm EST. Hope to meet you there! We’ll draw the winners during chat, and one of you will win a copy of my contemporary western romance Retreat.
Welcome! I hope you’re enjoying your hop around some of the best author sites on the web! I’m giving away a copy of Fine Print to one lucky winner, along with a book to be loaded on the Kindle 3 that’s up for grabs! Good luck! If you’re just happening along this post, and would like to get in on the fun, click HERE to get started. Here is the list of words we’re using for the story. I think I got em all! Love, smile, kiss, tongue, cuddle, nipple, earlobe, fingernail, green, fireplace, book, whiskey, ride, Dublin, shamrock, knickers, silk scarf, leather boot, Pot of Gold, Blarney Stone, and “Why is it green?”
Kelly only drank enough of the green beer to keep it from sloshing over her cup to stain her hand, but couldn’t stomach more than a few sips. Beer shouldn’t be green.
She picked her way back through the crowd. Dropkick Murphys blared through the speakers, and one group in the corner even sang along to the raucous chorus. She doubted any of the St. Patrick’s Day revelers had ever been to Ireland, or had any sort of Irish blood coursing through their veins—gallons of Jameson Irish whiskey didn’t count—but today everyone was Irish. While most Americans used March 17th as an excuse to get drunk, Kelly would have been just as happy to stay home with Sean, and cuddle in front of the fireplace.
He’d promised her a dinner at her favorite restaurant if she’d join him for pool at the Shamrock Lounge for a few hours. The bar was a favorite of theirs year round, especially since she’d been hired to paint a big pot of gold mural on the far wall. Although now it was covered with signatures on each gold piece, testaments to the feat of chugging “The Big Dublin“, a beer mug as big as a fish bowl.
The sound of Sean’s laughter drew her eyes to the pool table, where he leaned against the edge, laughing with his friends. His buddy Patrick seemed to think today was his own personal celebration, even though he was half Russian and half Swedish. Still, Kelly couldn’t imagine spending a St. Patrick’s Day without the big lug.
She sauntered across the room, feeling sexy in Sean’s favorite mini skirt. She brushed aside the girl who had roped her man with her green silk scarf—teasing him with one green fingernail scraping down his chin—and didn’t even make eye contact with the drunk guy who asked her to kiss his blarney stones. She was even able to ditch the green beer on an empty table.
“Remember that one year when we slept St. Pats off at my mom’s house?” Patrick drained his glass. “And I didn’t aim well, and she was bitching about the mess on the toilet?
“But Patrick, why is it green?” Patrick and Sean mimicked in unison. The story was as old and stale as the beer stains on the pool table, but Kelly couldn’t help but smile along with them, while simultaneously feeling sorry for Patrick’s mother.
“We could fill a book with the stuff we did to your poor mom.” Finally Sean caught her eye, and gave her that sexy smile that melted her. The dimple in his cheek was one of the first things that attracted her to him two years ago, and he still had the power to make her earlobes pink with that grin. The knowledge that he had the ability to kiss her senseless with those lips, and his talented tongue was enough to get her knickers in a knot, and make her nipples perk.
“Hello, love.” He set his pool cue aside and pulled her into his arms. “You’re looking mighty fine tonight.”
Kelly snuggled into his embrace, stepping between his leather boots. “So are you. I was just standing over there wondering if you were ready to go home and search for my pot of gold.”
He chuckled, and kissed her through his smile. “I thought you wanted to shut this place down with Patrick, but when you put it that way—”
“Dude!” Patrick slugged Sean hard enough to jostle Kelly. “You can’t leave early, you’re my ride.”
“You live two blocks away. It wouldn’t kill you to walk.” Sean elbowed back. “You really think I’d choose you over this tasty morsel?”
“I don’t blame you for being whipped. I might just be a little jealous.”
Right on cue, a cute little brunette approached them, stealing Patrick’s attention away. Kelly took advantage and dragged Sean through the door.
“You really think I’m tasty?”
Sean spun her around, and pinned her against the wall, the cold brick seeping through her jeans and sweater, emphasizing his heat pressed against her front.
“Hmm, I can’t remember. Let me taste…” He kissed her, sending his tongue on a ravishing tour through her mouth, and nibbling and licking her lips. “Delicious.”
Kelly sighed. “Take me home, Sean.”
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Kelly only drank enough of the green beer to keep it from sloshing over her cup to stain her hand, but couldn’t stomach more than a few sips. Beer shouldn’t be green.
She picked her way back through the crowd. Dropkick Murphys blared through the speakers, and one group in the corner even sang along to the raucous chorus. She doubted any of the St. Patrick’s Day revelers had ever been to Ireland, or had any sort of Irish blood coursing through their veins—gallons of Jameson Irish whiskey didn’t count—but today everyone was Irish. While most Americans used March 17th as an excuse to get drunk, Kelly would have been just as happy to stay home with Sean, and cuddle in front of the fireplace.
He’d promised her a dinner at her favorite restaurant if she’d join him for pool at the Shamrock Lounge for a few hours. The bar was a favorite of theirs year round, especially since she’d been hired to paint a big pot of gold mural on the far wall. Although now it was covered with signatures on each gold piece, testaments to the feat of chugging “The Big Dublin”, a beer mug as big as a fish bowl.
The sound of Sean’s laughter drew her eyes to the pool table, where he leaned against the edge, laughing with his friends. His buddy Patrick seemed to think today was his own personal celebration, even though he was half Russian and half Swedish. Still, Kelly couldn’t imagine spending a St. Patrick’s Day without the big lug.
She sauntered across the room, feeling sexy in her leather boots, and knowing that her jeans were Sean’s favorite since they hugged her ass. She brushed aside the girl who had roped her man with her green silk scarf—teasing him with one green fingernail scraping down his chin—and didn’t even make eye contact with the drunk guy who asked her to kiss his blarney stones. She was even able to ditch the green beer.
“Remember when we slept it off at my mom’s house?” Patrick drained his glass. “And I didn’t aim well, and she was bitching about the mess on the toilet?
“But Patrick, why is it green?” Patrick and Sean mimicked in unison. The story was as old and stale as the beerstains on the pool table, but Kelly couldn’t help but smile along with them, while simultaneously feeling sorry for Patrick’s mother.
“We could fill a book with the stuff we did to your poor mom” Finally Sean caught her eye, and gave her that sexy smile that melted her. The dimple in his cheek was one of the first things that attracted her to him two years ago, and he still had the power to make her earlobes pink with that grin. The knowledge that he had the ability to kiss her senseless with those lips, and his talented tongue was enough to get her knickers in a knot, and make her nipples perk.
“Hello, love.” He set his pool cue aside and pulled her into his arms. “You’re looking mighty fine tonight.”
Kelly snuggled into his embrace. “So are you. I was just standing over there wondering if you were ready to go home and search for my pot of gold.”
He chuckled, and kissed her through his smile. “I thought we were going to shut this place down with Patrick, but when you put it that way—”
“Dude!” Patrick slugged Sean hard enough to jostle Kelly. “You can’t leave early, you’re my ride.”
“You live two blocks away. It wouldn’t kill you to walk.” Sean elbowed back. “You really think I’d choose you over this tasty morsel?”
“I don’t blame you for being whipped. I might just be a little jealous.”
Right on cue, a cute little blonde approached them, stealing Patrick’s attention away. Kelly took advantage and dragged Sean through the door.
“You really think I’m tasty?”
Sean spun her around, and pinned her against the wall, the cold brick seeping through her jeans and sweater, emphasizing his heat pressed against her front.
“Hmm, I can’t remember. Let me taste…” He kissed her, sending his tongue on a ravishing tour through her mouth, and nibbling and licking her lips. “Delicious.”
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“It must be a hybrid. Whoever planted this knew their stuff. Look how it’s flourishing along with the Trifolium.”
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