February 17, 2013
Been catching up on the mountains of laundry I never seem to be able to knock back and watching Firefly all day. Oddly enough the combination worked wonders. I actually have empty sorting bins. LOL
For tonight's post, I'm using a snippet from a manuscript I'm going to submit to a publisher no later than tomorrow. I'll let you all know if Busted in Bubbles gets accepted. :D
Here's the tagline:
Emsley and Rayne turn up at the same conventions several times a year and Emsley always short sheets Rayne's bed. Imagine her surprise when she lets herself into his room to follow tradition and discovers Rayne soaking in a tub full of bubbles. Busted, she can flee the scene or…join a very hot man for some bath time fun.
And here's the snippety peek…
Emsley glanced in each direction before she used the master key card to let herself into Rayne's cabin. If she'd figured the timing right, shouldn't take longer than five minutes to short sheet his bed and another six to get the card back to the porter queue. Poor Ron had no clue she'd borrowed his all access entry key to pull a prank. Hell, he didn't have any idea she'd lifted the damned thing at all.
With a smug smile, she crossed the living area and started up the spiral staircase to the loft. About five steps up, she froze, carefully listening and hearing water sloshing in the bathroom. Shit. Rayne must've skipped the fancypants dinner. Okay, she could still pull off her traditional short sheeting of his bed and he'd be none the wiser. She loved a good challenge.
She started up the next step and stopped again. Wait… bath? What the hell? Curiosity ate its way through her intention of getting in and out. Rayne couldn't possibly be soaking in a tub. Hell. Yeah, he could… and he might have company. She hesitated. Indecision warred in her brain. She had zero desire to become a voyeur if Rayne had brought someone along for this trip and they'd decided to get kinky in the tub. She weighed her options.
Screw it. She made her way back down the steps, tip-toeing to the bathroom door.
She had to know if the do-it-all security expert liked to soak in a tub. Peeking around the corner, she bit her cheek to keep from laughing out loud. Sure as shit, Rayne McKinnon sat up to his shoulders in frothy bubbles. An open bottle of bubbly, nestled in a bucket of ice, sat beside the tub, a glass filled with the golden liquid held in one of Rayne's hands, dangling outside. His head rested on the rolled edge of the tub, eyes closed, his fingers lazily tilting the glass back and forth.
The humor died and Emsley's face heated up. God, he looked damned good, bubbles or not. A wave of jealous hit her…the relaxed pose, the hot water, the alcohol…geez, she could go for all three. Okay, four. She could go for Rayne right now, too.
This one literally came together faster than I've ever written before. The plot bomb hit and would NOT go away. LOL There's something about bubbles that makes me happy. :D
And that's it for now. Happy reading!