Saturday, February 26, 2011

Six Sentences: A New Release

This week, I'm interrupting my WIP to share a bit from my newest release at Pink Petal Books.

Tim is talking to the ghost of the young man he might have ended up with in life if things had worked out differently...

His voice was barely a whisper now and Gordon's nearness sent a shiver through him. "I bet you watch me sleep."

There was a snicker, and Gordon jerked Tim's hand free of the fabric, crushed it in a tight fist.

Tim grimaced, but didn't utter any sound.

"I watched you do a lot of things, Tim‐tim."

"Why did you just watch?"

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Friday, February 25, 2011

SL Danielson talks about new and upcoming releases

Big congrats on the upcoming release. Both stories sound like so much fun! 
I won't natter at you all, I'll let my guest speak about the upcoming titles.

First I wish to thank Jaime for having me on her site today, thank you!

I have two things to mention: the first is my new book, "Life After Math" which is due out March 26th from Silver Publishing. Currently, it is in pre-order status so you can get your order in now.

This book is a sequel to my paperback book "Love by the Numbers" which I hope to convert to an ebook by summertime (keep your fingers crossed)! It is about a couple named Scott and Jared who met in high school, and Jared needed math help, and Scott is the brainy genius recruited to assist him.

Life After Math follows this happily committed and promised duo to college, where they face not only time crunches, but issues with their fellow students, tutors, and within their relationship. Can they survive all four years of bliss?

fyi, Love by the Numbers is available only through Publishamerica's
Life After Math is at Silver's site:

Second on my list is the hopeful announcement soon of the sequel to 2010's smash, Ranch Hands...I've submitted the sequel and I hope for a yes very soon!

For those familiar with the tale, remember Jerry? Well, he stood out to me and therefore deserved his own chance at love, just at he told Sid and Roger. In this book he more than gets a chance, he gets two! His old flame from high school comes back to haunt him, hoping to romance him once again. But there's another fly in the ointment, a handsome clerk named Daniel has made Jerry's pulse race! Who will win in this dramatic twist-n-turn story? It's not whom you may think...

Details to come as I get it accepted and into the process.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Shiela Stewart on On-line Dating

Today, Shiela Stewart drops by to speculate on a different sort of on line dating service, and to give away a copy of her new book: Horsing Around. Come on in and check it out! 

Welcome, Shiela!

How many times have you seen ads for Dating services? Those promises that they will help you find just the right person who is compatible with you, someone who will be with you for the rest of your life. And those couples they parade on TV stating how they found their perfect match through the company. They seem so happy, don’t they? But have you ever thought, “What if they’re not sexually compatible?” What if he likes S&M and she doesn’t. What if she prefers to role play “Doctor and Nurse” “Teacher and Student” and he finds it creepy? Sure, they have everything else in common, but if they don’t work in the bedroom, how long will their relationship last.

That’s what sparked a story idea for me. It started with Mistress Bella and her on-line Sex Dating service called Carnal Desires. I wrote out a questionnaire and everything, started a website called Carnal Desires and from there the ball kept rolling. She would need some place for her matches to meet, get to know each other, have sex, on neutral ground. That way if it didn’t work out, neither knew where the other lived and they could part ways unscathed.  Thus the Desire Inn was created.

Now I needed my first couple. Sara Miller and Andy McDonald popped into my head. Sara is tired of the men in her life not giving her what she wants in bed. Andy is sick of the women he’s dated only wanting him for his money. They join Carnal Desires and Mistress Bella matched them up, knowing they would be perfect for each other. And she was so right.

Their first meeting proves explosive and it doesn’t stop there. Though these two barely know each other, they know they click in the bedroom.

No, this isn’t a sex for hire service. It’s quite different. Aside from matching couples with their perfect sexual mate, Mistress Bella makes sure they have other things in common. She wants more for her clients than just a good lay. She hopes for love.

So my question to you, the readers is: Would you consider joining such a service. If yes, go to my Carnal Desires website and copy one of the questions on the questionnaire and post it here in the comments and one lucky commenter will win a free ecopy of Horsing Around.

Horsing Around:
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Shiela’s Website:
Carnal Desire’s: We've got a match for all your sexual pleasures.
Sara Miller needs a real man. One who can give her what she desires in and out of the bed. So far, none have met her expectations. She’s hoping all that will change after submitting her application to Carnal Desire’s Web dating service.
The owner of several prize-winning horses, more money than he knows what to do with, Andy McDonald has it all. Except for the love a good woman. He’s sick of flighty bimbos wanting only his money and not satisfying his sexual desires.  After a friend pressures him into looking on line for a woman, Andy gives in and submits his application.
Sex takes on a new twist when Sara and Andy get together and nothing is taboo.
Sara’s heart was beating so hard, she was sure Mistress Bella could hear it. She could very well turn tail and run. Why did she need a man in her life right now, let alone someone she might consider for the long haul?
Then the door opened. Before her stood the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen.
He wore nothing more than a towel around his hips, dipping low enough to reveal a thin line of hair from his navel down.  His chest was glistening with moisture from the shower he’d obviously just stepped out of and was firm and muscular. His sandy blond hair was damp and messed up. He had a bit of stubble on his face, which made the ruggedness even more prominent. And when he smiled, those big blue eyes twinkled. He was definitely yummy. His picture didn’t do him justice by any means. Sara nearly swallowed her tongue.
Then he spoke.
"Well howdy, ladies."
Her heart calmed. His slight Southern drawl, with its deep resonance, was soothing and somewhat relaxing. And very arousing. She loved a man with an accent, and even though Andy’s was faint, it was still enough to turn her on. Between her legs, her flesh began to swell and moisten.
"Good afternoon, Andy. Looks like we caught you in the middle of your shower."
He stroked the damp sandy-blond hair from his face and Sara nearly swooned. "I just stepped out. I’m running a bit behind, I’m afraid." He turned his attention to Sara and her pulse pounded in her ears. "Pleasure to meet you in person, Sara."
She took the hand he held out to her; he completely surprised her when he turned her hand over and brushed his lips across her knuckles. "Pleasure’s mine." Like tiny electrical charges zapping every sensitive nerve in her body, he had her quivering with that one simple gesture.
"Well, come on in and make yourself comfortable while I go change."
He stepped aside to let them in and as Sara walked past him, the scent of the woods after a light rain shower wafted off of him, like fresh, aromatic greenery touched by a kiss of sunlight. She was going to have no problem at all being with this man.
She and Bella headed to the sitting area of the suite while Andy headed to the bedroom. It was spacious, and came complete with a mini kitchen, sitting area, TV and plush sofa and chair. Almost identical to her own suite.
"Pretty easy on the eyes, isn’t he?"
Sara smiled at Bella’s comment, taking a seat on the sofa. "I’m not having any trouble looking at him."
"And what better first meeting than to see him practically naked." Bella winked and beamed a huge grin. "Well, I’ll leave the two of you to get acquainted now. If you need anything, you know where to find me."
"Thank you so much, Mistress Bella."
"I love making people happy. I’m heading out, Andy," she shouted at the bedroom door.
"Catch you later, sugar." He stepped out of the bedroom, dressed in jeans and a dark blue t-shirt just as Bella left the suite. "Looks like it’s just you and me now, doll."
God, he was going to make her come, just by speaking. "Looks like.” She got to her feet. “So…how should we start this?"
"Let’s start with this as an opener."
He swung his arm around her waist and she gasped when he yanked her against his chest.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Drea Becraft Visits to share her upcoming release

My guest today is Drea Becraft. She's one of the most gregarious loopers I've met and I've quite enjoyed her yahoo loop, Wickedly Sexy Romance. Lots of fun authors and readers there. Today, she's brought along the info for her upcoming release, and I must say, I like the concept of this story. Looks like great reading.

 Vengeance is only a mouse click away, but what happens when you fall for the one you're suppose to hate?  Diane Miles lets very few people into her life, and the ones she calls family she never lets go of.  But what is she to do when her best friend is dying and her whole world as she knows it is about to be torn apart.
Chase Griffin is in shock when a woman accuses him of treating one of his employees wrongfully.  When she takes over his system, making it impossible to work, he doesn't know whether to strangle her or spank her till she begs for mercy.  When he discovers who his local vigilante is, strangling is the last thing on his mind as she becomes his rock during the last days of his sisters life.
Date: Saturday, July 3, 2010, 8:19 AM
Subject: Oops, did I do that????

It’s been a month, Ace, and you have yet to find and fire the one who wronged my friend. I have given you more than ample time and now it’s time for you to pay.
You are up against one hell of a computer chick. And Ace, I am holding your system ransom until meeting the demands.
I hope you don’t have important meetings you need to be in this week, because I just cancelled them.
Oh isn’t it wonderful how the world translates in 101011, LOL.

Your Local Vigilante

Oh, how good it feels finally sending that message. After a long night of hacking into the arrogant assholes computer system, she finally had the worm in place, and his system stalled. Sometimes, it pays to be one hell of a computer wiz and even one better, having software irreversible by anyone but herself.
Sure, it would be a huge inconvenience for both Mr. Griffin and maybe his secretary, but that’s as far as her vigilance went. Diane only wanted to make one man pay, so no need to hack the entire ARC main frame. Other employees should not pay for the failure of their boss, nor should the customers who pay for services needed.
Totally engrossed in what she was doing, Diane didn’t notice Tina standing in the doorway. Dressed in a black skirt suit with a yellow blouse, she had her hair pulled in a bun. If you didn’t know any better, you would think she was your ordinary woman, but Diane did know better.
“You’ve been at it all night again, haven’t you?” Tina said, crossing her arms across her chest and glaring.
“Always treating me like a kid, yeah Mommy, I spent all night on the computer. But I swear, once I hit the pillows, I’ll sleep all afternoon.” With a half smile, Diane pushed away from the desk and headed toward her friend.
“You better, I swear I have no idea how you go on as little sleep as you do. I would have migraines out the ass if I tried to pull that stunt.”
“Luck of the genes, I guess.” Diane shrugged then hugged her friend lightly. Releasing her, she stepped back a couple of steps to continue their conversation. “When are you going to give your resignation?”
“I will in a couple of weeks. We have some pretty big hitters coming in and I want to get them settled before I up and leave. It’s the least I can do before I leave them bereft an acquisitions agent.”
“And a damn good one at that.”
 “Amen, sister.”
“You are too kind to that man after the way he treated you.”
“Just because someone else got the job as agent doesn’t mean he’s not a good boss, Diane. I sure don’t hold a grudge over what happened. And I have no clue why you would either.”
“I just hate to see anyone hurt the ones I love.”
“Oh, honey, I love you too but just let it go. It’s so not worth the trouble or worry.”
“I can’t help but worry about you, T. You’re my family.”
“You’re my best friend, and I would be so lost without you.”
“I know. I am pretty fabulous.” Blowing on her nails, then on her shirt, she winked at her friend.

* * * *

Chase was pissed. Not only could he not get into any of his files, but his email didn’t work unless sending to only one recipient. The tech guys from his IT department could do nothing to restore it but assured him that only his files were hostage, both were a relief and an annoyance. Obviously, he was the only target of this vigilante, and she was doing a really good job.
Even more pissed now than when first discovering the problem hours ago, Chase shot off an email to his nemesis. Satisfied in the knowledge that while he enjoyed a great lunch with his sister and best friend she would be squirming.

From: Chase
Date: Monday, July 6, 2010, 12:10 PM

Listen, I don’t know who the fuck you are, or how the fuck you got into my system, but I want it RESTORED NOW. You can’t just mess with someone’s livelihood. You mess with me and you mess with the company. Not only are you screwing over your friend but also the people that work for my company.
I have no idea what started this, but if you don’t restore it, I will find you and have my lawyers so far up your ass you won’t know where you end and they begin.

Chase Griffin
President & CEO
ARC Management Company

~~*Where to find Drea*~~

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Six Sentences: A new Story

Today, I'm shifting gears. My current WIP is book three of my Ageless series: Severed.

In this book, Mikko and Ken find that fighting the worlds evils together might, in fact, tear them apart fro good.

Today, I've highlighted a conversation between Mikko and another Ageless, Dean, whom he's trying to decide if he can trust or not. The subject of the discussion? Morgan, a Powerful Ageless man bent on bringing the rest of the Ageless, shifters, elementals and all, under his control.

"Morgan truly believes he is fighting for the earth. He will do anything to reverse what humans have done, and he doesn't flinch at the lives he destroys in his quest."

"And yet you," Mikko shook himself free of Ken's grasp and stalked forward. "You sit here, at the ass end of the world and do nothing to stop him."

"He's not evil, Mikko. He's my brother."

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Friday, February 11, 2011

Tess MacKall Visits

Hi, folks;

My friend Tess has dropped by today to share her latest release at Ellora's Cave: Twelve Days of Love. Enjoy an excerpt and visit the Cave for your copy. She's one talented lady. You don't want to miss this.

Thanks for stopping by, Tess.

Title: Twelve Days of Love
Author: Tess MacKall
Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing
ISBN: 9781419931017
MSRP/List Price: $10.40
Our Cover Price: $5.20
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Eden Riley left her high school geek days far behind. Or so she thought. But when she returns to her hometown and comes face to face with the local heartthrob, sparks ignite like a chemistry set on crack. Super-smooth Nick Lancaster sets her nerves jangling and thrusts her libido into overdrive. But can the former geeky girl overcome her insecurities and jump his sexy bones?

Nothing suits former jock and debate team star Nick more than sparring with the one-time nerd. He’s just itching to get up close and personal with her high-velocity curves and tangle with her on the nearest bed.

With Valentine’s Day fast approaching, all bets are off when Cupid draws back his bow and Nick has only twelve days to convince Eden she belongs with him, in his heart and in his bed.


Jingling bells mounted above the flower shop door alerted Eden that a customer had entered the store. She pushed the stem of a pink sweetheart rose into the small wedding bouquet she had just started and wiped her hands on her green wraparound smock. As she turned, she caught a man’s reflection in the glass doors of the refrigerated case.
She couldn’t help but pause and stare. His tall, lean silhouette appeared to be standing there among all those leggy gladiolas and giant spider mums perched in their vases. He reached up to the service counter with one hand and touched the small African violet sitting near the edge. For a moment it looked as though he’d brushed his hand over the big snowy-white spider mum in the cooler.
Eden moaned slightly, his touch so obviously tender. Warm tendrils of longing tiptoed over her skin. She shuddered with the sensation, mentally chiding herself for giving him even a second thought, much less allowing him to affect her physically.
But Nick Lancaster had always worked his way under her skin, even in high school.
He was wet panties and get-naked-quick in one fine-looking package. Bottled sin. A walking aphrodisiac. And all that with just a “hello”. Why did she torture herself with this insane crush? She wasn’t exactly his type, was she? Eden patted her tummy to remind herself of the paunch that sometimes forced her to unbutton her jeans after she’d eaten. Yeah, it hadn’t disappeared, still there.
Nick tilted his head to the side as if to peek into the back of the shop where she stood watching, his mirrored reflection in the glass doors so damn lifelike she took a step back. An exaggerated sigh blew through the workroom’s open doorway, a sure-fire sign his patience had grown thin. He shoved his hands into his jeans pockets and glanced up at the ceiling.
Eden squared her shoulders, inhaled a deep, cleansing breath and stepped into the showroom. Both Nick’s eyebrows quirked when she appeared and he grinned. She nodded, smiled and planted herself on the opposite side of the counter. He looked too damn delicious today in his dark green Polo shirt and navy blazer. Why did he have to be so handsome?
“Hi, Nick. I might have known I’d be seeing you. The countdown has begun, hasn’t it?”
A distinct V formed between his brows, his grin fading into a frown. “Countdown?”
“Yeah, countdown.” Eden gestured toward the large, heart-shaped day calendar on the wall behind her.
Emblazoned in sparkling gold against the bright red background over the heart’s two humps were the words “Valentine’s Day Countdown”. The number twelve was displayed in bright red and centered inside a pale blue and white wisp of a cloud with Cupid sitting on top, his bow drawn.
Nick focused over her head. “Oh!” Then he frowned even harder. “Well, what was that crack about ’might have known I’d be seeing you’ all about?”
“Nothing. Forget it.”
He pursed his luscious lips and squinted his gorgeous green eyes. “You don’t like me very much, do you?”
“Where the hell did you get that idea?”
It never failed. Every time he came into the shop, they ended up arguing. She always managed to make some snarky comment, and of course, he picked up on it. They’d been at odds since their freshman year of high school. Both had joined the debate team and had never seen eye-to-eye on a single subject.
Slowly but surely they’d gravitated to different ends of the spectrum in popularity too, which hadn’t made things any easier. He, with his Adonis good looks and nothing-but-net shooting ability, naturally floated to the top; she, with her wide hips, pimply face, geeky glasses and penchant for all things artistic, sank to the bottom.
Now here they were, all these years later, no further from that high-school type of relationship than when they’d started. Except Nick had taken over his father’s string of Chevy dealerships and she had moved back home last year, forsaking her managerial position at an up-and-coming art gallery in New York to take over her ailing mother’s flower shop.
Times and situations changed but evidently people didn’t.
“If you don’t want me as a customer, Eden, why don’t you just say so?” He leaned forward, folding his arms over one another on the counter’s faux granite surface, watching her intently.
Lemon drops. He always smelled of lemon drops—and some expensive cologne she couldn’t remember the name of. God, she wanted to reach over and ruffle that thick, wavy black hair of his. Oh shit. Wet panties alert! He managed to do it to her every time without even trying.
And oh how she wished he would. Fat chance.
“I do want you as a customer,” she said succinctly, trying to put an end to the verbal scuffle.
“So? What was that crack all about?”
“Nothing. Just pointing out the countdown is all. I’m a florist. Valentine’s Day is important to me.” Actually, her remark had been a direct jibe regarding his frequent flower-buying miles. He constantly had arrangements delivered locally and wired over a three-state area with each card signed, “Yours, Nick”.
“Your mother is a florist. You’re a stand-in.” He grinned, wet his index finger with his tongue and painted the air with an imaginary mark. “Score one for me.”
Her mouth dropped open. She had a damned art degree in her back pocket. He, on the other hand, had dropped out of college after year two thanks to a bum knee and the fact he’d no longer be able to pump up his already over-inflated ego with the roar of the fans. How dare he call her a stand-in!
“I’ll have you know that I started working in this shop when I was twelve years old. Every day after school, weekends, all summer long too. I’m the one who made those sweet little corsages for all your high-school dance dates. So don’t say I’m not up to the job.”
He jabbed the rigid fingers of his left hand into his right palm—time out. “Chill, girl. Damn. You’re gonna pop a blood vessel one of these days.” He shook his head. “I was joking, messing with you. But I really meant that as soon as your mother was feeling better, you’re gonna be out of here and back to that fancy New York art career of yours.”
Did she detect a note of jealousy? Impossible. Nick Lancaster had it all. Well, except for his divorce, that is. Her mother had told her all about it right after Eden had taken over the shop. Nick had shown up on Eden’s third day to place an order and their customary enmity from high school had picked up right where it had left off.
Eden had related the entire scene to her mother at home that night and was shocked to learn that Nick and his wife, Jenna, had called it quits. He’d caught her dead-to-rights with her masseuse.
The vision of Jenna’s toothy white smile, platinum pony-tail and deep cleavage bouncing up and down right along with the whimsical sashay of blue-and-white pompoms rollicked in Eden’s mind. The cheerleader prom queen sure had screwed up her life. How the hell could she ever want anyone but Nick?
Eden tucked her fingernails into her palms and squeezed, jolting herself back to the present. Who was she to talk? Her judgment where love was concerned wasn’t so great either.
She picked up the order book and scratched out Nick’s name on the appropriate line. “I won’t be going back to New York.”
“What do you mean?” He leaned in closer.
The lemony scent became downright heady. Have mercy. Her nipples poked at her thin cotton sports bra. Tingles of lust wound their way straight to her pussy. Maybe she should start keeping a supply of clean panties on hand.
He rapped his knuckles on the counter. “Are you listening to me?”
“You looked like you spaced out for a few seconds.”
“Just thinking. Now what would you like to order today?”
He shook his head. “Not so fast. Why aren’t you going back to New York?”
“Mom’s not going to be able to return to work. She’s now on dialysis.”
He glanced down at the floor then back up at her. His usually devilish eyes had softened. “I’m sorry to hear that, Eden. Your mom is a nice lady. I hope her condition improves.”
Eden averted her gaze. He was being nice. And Nick Lancaster’s “nice” wasn’t something she could take. As long as he played the fool with her, she could handle him, but this side? No.
She pressed the pen against the paper. “Thank you. So how many dozen roses? One for each of the Twelve Days of Love? A dozen different women or just one special lady this time?”
He choked with laughter, sputtering, “The Twelve Days of Love?”
She rolled her eyes. “Florist marketing. If you can have the Twelve Days of Christmas, why not the Twelve—”
“Days of Love,” he finished in a sarcastic tone.
Eden perched her hand on her hip and stared at him.
He licked his lips. Lusty butterflies fluttered in her lower abdomen, sending a delicious pleasure-pain to body parts she didn’t even know she had. Her stomach somersaulted. She wondered what it would feel like to kiss him. Damn. She had to stop doing this. They didn’t even like each other. She wasn’t his type—no pompoms. He’d laugh his ass off if he knew how I felt. As long as she didn’t see him, she was fine. But if she had to talk to him, be near him…
He came around to her side of the counter. “How long have we been rubbing each other the wrong way?”
Eden skirted past him and walked over to the display window. She twisted a pot of heavily leaved philodendron so its back side faced the sun. “Forever. I’ve got a wedding tomorrow, Nick. I hate to rush you, but…”
When she turned from the window, he was standing in front of her almost nose to nose. She stumbled backward and he caught her, resting his hand at her waist. He stared into her eyes. How had she failed to notice those little gold flecks swimming in the dark green depths of his? His breath soughed warm over her face—more lemon drops and something else—his unique male scent.
And his hand—was it on fire? He took it away and the temperature of her skin where he’d been touching her plummeted.
“What will you be doing that night?” he asked.
“Wh-what night?” Surprised she’d found her voice, she hurried back to the counter and picked up the order book again.
“Oh.” She shook her head. “I’ll be lucky to get out of here by nine. And love will be the last thing on my mind, I can assure you.”
“No date, huh?”
“I don’t have time for dating. Can we do the order?”
He shoved his hands in his pockets before he moved back over to the counter. “So you didn’t leave any broken hearts in New York?”
Where the hell is he going with this? And why?
“I’m not exactly every man’s idea of the perfect date. Now if you don’t mind—”
“What’s a man’s idea of a perfect date?”

Exasperated, she blew out a burst of air. “I don’t know and don’t care. I have more important things to do these days than worry about the likes and dislikes of men.”
“What’s more important than love? You’re the florist.” He pointed to the Twelve Days of Love calendar.
“Exactly what is that supposed to mean?”
“You’re willing to sell the product of love but you don’t believe in it.”
“And you’re driving a Mercedes but you sell Chevys.”
Nick propped his hip against the counter, grinning. “Nobody’s ever challenged me the way you do, you know that?”
“Nobody’s ever pissed me off the way you do. You know that?”
His expression sobered. He looked wounded. “I don’t mean to.”
Deep down she knew that. Guilt crested inside her. “I guess we’re just oil and water, Nick. No harm done.”
An awkward silence rose between them. They just stood there staring at each other until Eden couldn’t take it another second.
“You still want to place the order?”
“Yeah,” he said, soft and low, in an almost-defeated manner.
A few minutes later, Nick had placed an order for roses to be delivered on Valentine’s Day to seventeen different women. With every name and address he read to her from his BlackBerry, Eden jabbed the paper a little harder with the pen. Her stomach churned at the thought of all those women. In her mind, she pictured them with pom poms, blonde hair and long, tanned legs.
And they giggled.
Yep, she was definitely wasting panty moisture on thoughts of Nick. Her five-foot-four, big-hipped frame capped off by average-sized breasts would never stand a chance against all those big-busted beauties. Even her soot-black hair was a sharp contrast to what Nick wanted.
“All right. I think I’ve got everything. I have your credit card on file. How about the card? The usual ‘Yours, Nick’?”
He sounded dejected. She would too if she’d just spent seventy bucks a pop on seventeen different women. No. That wasn’t it. Nick had money. Apparently their antagonistic relationship had gone a bit too far today.
Maybe this was his last order. How would she feel if that was the case?
“Thanks, Eden.” Nick headed for the door, stopped short just as he reached it, waited the space of a few seconds, then opened it. The bells jingled. He continued to stand there with his back to her. A car alarm blared out in the street. He closed the door and marched back to the counter.
Eden just knew he was going to cancel the order and that would be the end of Nick and her silly schoolgirl crush. Head held high, she braced herself for whatever he was about to say.
“I think it’s a case of practicing what you preach,” he said matter-of-factly.
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re right. I should drive a Chevy and you should believe in love.” His shoulders relaxed and he let out a long breath as if he’d been holding in what he’d said. And now that he’d spit it out, he seemed relieved.
“We’re back to that?”
“Yes, and I think we should do something about this,” he twirled his finger in front of him, “this oil-and-vinegar thing we have going on.”
“Water. Oil and water. You mean try to get along?”
“Whatever. And exactly. After all, it’s that time of year. The Twelve Days of Love.”
She smiled. “Okay, Nick. I’ll try if you will.”
Maybe they could get along. Of course, it wouldn’t help the physical side of things as far as she was concerned. But he didn’t come into the shop more than a couple of times a month. It might be nice not to feel so angry and wet when he left the next time.
“Good. I’ll pick you up at your mother’s house at seven.” He strode toward the door.
It was as if the floor fell out from under her. She grabbed the countertop. Blood rushed to her head and her heart drummed so loudly she thought surely the vibrations would bring the roof down on top of her.
Nick spun on his heel. “Seven o’clock. Jeans will be fine. Twelve days, Eden. Twelve days of practicing what you preach. I’ll be driving a Chevy when I pick you up too.” He yanked the door open so the bells jingled, grinned, offered her a little salute and closed the door behind him.
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Saturday, February 5, 2011

Six Sentences Sunday: Jimmy in a bind

This week, I let Jimmy and his partner speak for themselves. :)


"Uh-huh." Rather less coherent this time, but still decipher able, he hoped.

"I admit, you do look good tied to my bed. Comfortable?"


(Because last week was so heavy...)

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