Hey everyone.
I’ve not got a lot of any one thing to say today. Life is going great for me…more things in the works as well as still trying to write like a maniac. I’m over halfway done THE CRIB (Lexy’s story) and plan to finish it this weekend. Plus I’m working on my story for Berkley, as well as plotting out a second novella for Kensington. It looks like it’s going to be good. Strangely, as a panster I’m not fond of having to plot. But I have this great editor, John Scognamiglio, who just requires a few paragraphs. So it’s not really plotting, but brainstorming. 🙂 I like it cuz it gives me direction, but it doesn’t pin me down so much that I can’t still have fun with the story.
In non-writing news. I took Wednesday night from writing and had myself a few drinks with a friend. It was much needed, and I was back to the keyboard, and the gym yesterday. Still striving for that ‘balance’ thing. Now all I need is a steady man to play with and I’ll have it all. :hehe:
In not so cheerful news. Larissa’s lost everything to Hurricane Katrina. She did evacuate, and her family and pets are safe. She has a letter up on her blog, explaining a bit. As well, Steph and some others are putting together some stuff to help her out. There will be an auction , so for more details…keep an eye on Steph’s blog.
Now, to help you off to have a good weekend, how about a little teaser? This is Lexy’s view when Devon, the man in THE CRIB steps inside the bar.
My body temperature jumped and the air crackled with energy. Tall, dark, and dangerous looking, he was pure sin. And I wanted him from the first second I’d laid eyes on him.
He’d been in the bar a couple of times in the last week, but it never failed that when I started my shift, he was on his way out the door.
Seems my luck was about to change.
Stopping just inside the door, he scanned the small crowd, and when his piercing gray eyes settled on me, I met them head on. All thoughts of killers and jail time fled from my brain as I let my gaze roam boldly over his body.
Six feet of lean muscle stood there letting me look my fill from his shiny midnight hair to the toes of his well-worn boots. Wide shoulders tapered into a trim waist and flat stomach. Tight jeans encased well-muscled thighs and a promising bulge just below his belt buckle. I returned my gaze to his face and saw full sensuous lips stretched into a wicked grin. Goosebumps actually rose on my skin as I recognized a kindred soul.
The cocky twinkle in his eyes said he knew I’d enjoyed the visual tour. Then he returned the favor.
My insides quivered as his gaze raked over my curvaceous body, briefly settling on the length of leg the short skirt showed, before he followed the half dozen guys he was with to a large table with a lazy, almost predatory, gait.
I’d felt that intense gaze on my body as if it were his hands, and loved every second of it.
I recognized the group of guys he was with so I loaded up a serving tray with jugs of beer and frosty mugs, then started for their table, dirty thoughts running through my head the whole time.
Maybe the night wouldn’t be such a loss after all.
Oooo, yummy!!!
Ooooh, intriguing. 😉