Okay…I’m not sure how much of a treat it’ll be…and there really isn’t a tease, but hey…alliteration, ya know? 😉
So…go look around. See if you can figure out what’s new and different around the site. And let me know what you think. There’s a new welcome. A new page. New banners and…stuff.
And just for you, here’s a little snippet from Red Dirt Royalty’s first book, COWGIRLS DON’T CRY–this is the first meeting between Cassidy Morgan and Chance Barron:
She reconsidered getting another drink. Or ordering a bottle from room service. She knew that wasn’t the answer, not to mention the other drawbacks. Fighting the crowd at the airport and dealing with things at home while nursing a hangover just didn’t appeal. Cass turned and buried her nose in a starched white shirt.
“Easy, darlin’.”
The man’s large hands gripped her biceps and kept her upright despite the fact her knees had turned to jelly. She tilted her head to look up. Quite a ways up. Chiseled jaw shadowed by dark stubble, eyes the color of amber, and dark hair—thick, silky, and worn just a little long so that it caressed his wide forehead and kissed the collar of his crisp shirt. She swallowed. Hard.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize you were standing there.” She didn’t stammer. Two points for her. She cringed inside at how breathless her voice sounded. Surprise. That’s all. She didn’t want or need the complication presented by this sexy man right now.
“S’okay, hon. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
She backed away from him and shook his hands free. “Scare me?” Her brow quirked as she lifted her chin. “I don’t scare, mister.” Now that she had a good look at him, her brows narrowed in speculation. “You look sort of familiar. Have we met before?”
Cass managed not to blush as those wolf-like eyes traveled over her body from head to toe and back again. A smile she could only describe as appreciative spread across his full lips.
“Honey, as beautiful as you are, I’m sure I’d remember.” He held out his hand as if to introduce himself when the electronic theme from the old television show “Rawhide” emanating from his pocket startled them both.
A look of anger flashed across his face and he muttered something that sounded like, “Dammit, I’m busy.”
I hope everyone had a safe weekend. Who had fun? What’s on the agenda for this week? Me? I have another eye appointment and then the rest of the week is slotted for writing. Chance’s brother Cord is getting antsy about whether or not he and Jolie are going to have some really hot make-up sex. 😉
How does this happen? I turn around…or close my eyes…or go to refill my coffee cup and it’s Monday. Again. Stupid bugger. It just keeps showing up like an uninvited wedding guest.
