April 7, 2013
Hello! Had a
lovely, lovely spring weather day. Sooooo nice to get outside and enjoy it. All
day long. LOL
Tonight's post is about
Toying with Desire, a manuscript about halfway completed. Carly and Zeke
have been so much fun to write. And Carly's best friend Todd is a hoot to make
up dialog for. :D
Here's the tagline:
Carly Johnson, a savvy
business owner who sells sex toys, isn't looking for love…her track record is terrible.
But when she meets Zeke Moran, under less than stellar circumstances, sparks
fly and Carly wants to take a chance…but first he has to get over his
preconceived ideas about her career.
And here's the
snippety peek…
"Just what in the hell do
you think you're doing?"
Carly Johnson looked up from the
conversation she'd been engaged in to see what caused all the fuss...or whom.
Oh
my. Yum in the
flesh. Tall, with dark hair that brushed his shirt collar and muscles that
moved nicely underneath the fabric. Oh, and about a days growth of stubble on
his face.
She had a weakness for that.
Mr. Scruffy Good-Looking stormed
past the tables, headed in her direction. Apparently his question had been for
her.
Carly blinked and tilted her head
sideways a bit. What did he mean?
She'd find out soon enough.
Scruffy Good-Looking stopped just inches from her, standing toe to toe, up
close and personal like.
"You've got no right telling
my sister—" He broke off abruptly.
Must've realized every eye in the
room had become trained on him. Like he'd sold tickets to a floor show…and he'd
just offered himself as the main attraction.
He took a moment and lowered his
voice with a visible effort. "You've got no right telling her…well…what
you told her."
Carly didn't look away from the
angry man. Shocked at his verbal attack, she noticed two things. All attention focused
on them and Todd, her best friend, had risen from his seat and stood,
watchfully, ready to do battle.
She held her hand up and shook
her head. She didn't need assistance. It did her proud that although he
remained standing, he relaxed his stance.
And that let her focus on Mr.
SGL. Who happened to be still in her face. "First? Step. Back." Carly
spoke quietly, but her tone brooked no argument. "Invading my personal
space does not guarantee I'll listen to, or hear anything, you say." When
he took a step backwards, she breathed a little easier. "Thank you."
She pushed away from the bar and
glanced around to see all eyes still on them. "Second? If you'd like to
discuss whatever your drama is, I'll be happy to accommodate you." She
threw up a warning hand when his mouth opened again. "But let's take it
outside, okay?" She didn't wait for his answer…just neatly sidestepped
around him to head for the door.
"Why?" His voice rose
again. "Afraid to answer in front of all these good people?" It was
almost sneered instead of spoken. "Scared they'll think less of you?"
Carly turned. "Oh…I'm not
worried for me." She'd known most of the people in the bar over half her
life. "I'm not ashamed of what I do." She smiled prettily. "I was actually trying to spare you the
public humiliation of making a complete ass out of yourself, but hey…a little
late for that." She shoved at the door. "I'll give you five
minutes…then I'm outta here." Again, she didn't wait for a response. She
walked outside and let the chilly night air cool her down.
Ohh, boy. Zeke's
got his work cut out. I have a feeling Carly is not at all what he expected.
LOL
That's it for this
week. Happy reading!
Skylin
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