So remember this? Two months ago Alpha Man found a puppy he couldn’t resist and here Cali is from that first day in Middle’s arms…
And here she is now, all gangly long legs and no idea what to do with them…
She enjoys chewing on her paw, eating Frat Boy’s food, sneaking into my bed and long walks in the woods where she likes to eat bear poo… Tell me about your pets!
Hard to concentrate on the book that was due last week that still isn’t done when I’m looking at views like this …
Anyone else doing something they shouldn’t be while ignoring doing the something that they should be doing? And if that sentence makes sense to you, you’re as bad off as I am.
Oh and p.s. … if you’re my editor, I’m just kiddin’ about the book not being done.
Today’s writing inspiration is one of my pretend boyfriends, Tom Hardy.
Who’s your pretend boyfriend this week?
Name the book this excerpt is from and three of you will win my next book, ACCIDENTALLY ON PURPOSE!
“You want to come upstairs, Willa?”
What she wanted was to put her hands back on his chest now that she knew it was as hard as it looked. Instead she gripped either side of her seat with white knuckles. “Of course not.”
“I think you do. I think you want something else too.”
“What I want,” she said as coolly as she could, “is dinner as promised.”
“Liar,” he chided softly.
“Well that’s just rude, calling your date a liar.”
“So it is a date.” His tone was very male and very smug. It should’ve pissed her off but instead it did something hot and erotic to her insides.
Clearly knowing it, he smiled at her and then dragged his teeth over his lower lip as he contemplated her.
Gah. She wanted to do that. And she wanted to do more too. She wanted him shockingly badly and suddenly she couldn’t remember why she shouldn’t. She tried to access her thought processes on the subject but her brain hiccupped and froze. Which surely was the only reason she let go of the death grip on her seat, slid her fingers into his hair, and . . . brushed her mouth over his.
He didn’t move, not a single muscle, but when she pulled back, his eyes had gone dark as night, piercing her with their intensity.
“Don’t read that the wrong way,” she whispered.
“Is there a wrong way to take it when a beautiful woman kisses you?”
Extra credit for admitting if you’ve read it or if you cheated. :bye:
Last year I posted this on Facebook and got grounded for three days from my account. Yes, I’m serious.
All those naughty guy pics and this is what i get grounded for. 😈
Anyway, wanted to have a random giveaway today. What are you doing/wearing for Halloween this year? I’ll be giving away copies of ACCIDENTALLY ON PURPOSE to random commenters!
So I’m trying to write, and I use the word TRYING quite … dryly. I’m on the couch in the den. Alpha Man is inside the wall to my right. Literally. He’s literally inside the wall, yelling to the guy on the roof to my left.
There’s something wrong with … something … and they’re trying to fix it. (Note to self: might want to listen more when Alpha Man tells you what’s going on)
Anyway, I’m sitting here, basically in between them yelling to each other and trying to find my calm center.
So how about we do something else instead. Let’s do a giveaway. My lovely editor’s assistant send me these two goodies.
PRINT copies of ONE SNOWY NIGHT. (I know, right??) Who would likey? A show of hands! (For those of you who don’t want print, it’s only $0.99 for ebook! $2.99 for print)
So this week, we have a special Happy Hump Day post. It’s sexy Keane Winters from THE TROUBLE WITH MISTLETOE, out now.
He’s something, right? Do you have yet? If so, what did you think? If not … why not? B-)
So I have this odd soapy taste in my mouth which is annoying the heck out of me, and I went to the source of all truth to figure it out.
Anyway, Mr. Internet had two reasons for this weird phenom. One, I’m allergic to cilantro. Or two…
I’m being slowly poisoned.
I asked Alpha Man if there was anything he wanted to tell me. He said yes, he’d eaten the last of the Mint Milanos.
So probably I’m just allergic to cilantro…
So I’m in San Francisco this week visiting Oldest and Middle. The view from Oldest’s apartment is also today’s writing view.
And of course there’s Mini Coop, the most adorable foster-fur-baby fail ever!!!
Seriously. Not sure how much writing I’ll get done here … 😎
So in one day, fall arrived…
So pretty …
I live in heaven! How about you, how’s your fall, where are you and what’s your weather?