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 17^th 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.”

Thanks for stop­ping by! Good luck in the draw­ing! We’ll be chat­ting on Sat­ur­day ³⁄₁₉ at 7pm at Gem Sivad’s Place. I hope you can join us…we have a lot of fun.

See you there!