(Okay first off all, I totally had aÂ great entry going here butÂ :censored: WordPress decided to putÂ extra security on my blog and I LOSTÂ all my wittiness. :yelling:)Â
I got my eyebrows waxed last night. It hurt like the devil but they look great. I won’t have to have it done for at least a month now. I totally love the way those gals do it too. And it’s cheap. Yes, for a mere $7 you TOO can have your hair ripped out by the roots. It’s great fun I tell you.
I also ran across this little review last night. It’s terrific and had me grinning from ear to ear. Check it out if you have a chance, but if you don’t here’s a little snippet or two from the actual review: Talk Dirty to Me is sultry, sexy and at times quite funny!Â I enjoyed reading this story.Â Claudiaâ€™s character reminded me a little bit of Carrie from Sex and The City. I am SO flattered. TOTALLY! HAPPY! WITH! THAT! Okay I’ll stop jumping up and down now. Also, here’s this: Talk Dirty to Me is not to be missed.Â I even found myself blushing at times, but I wonâ€™t tell you where, youâ€™ll have to read and find out!!Â Be careful you might find yourself picking up the phone while reading thisâ€¦
WOOHOO! Very happy about that one.
More randomness. As I was trolling the ‘net, I ran across THIS! Like, I made Upstage Magazine – Central New Jersey’s Guide to the Arts. Holy magazine, Batman! They pulled and used my press release – which I wrote – which is totally cool and I’m so thrilled! It worked.
And I was right in the middle of this:
His hands were on her breasts one moment, then slipping behind her the next and unhooking her bra. Before she could catch her breath, his tongue lathed over one taut nipple and took the rosy peak in his mouth and sucked. While his tongue did its sinful dance over her sensitive bud, he unclasped her pants and slipped his hand inside–
When the phone rang. It was my baby boy! He called to tell me goodnight and then he read me about three or so pages of Cat in the Hat. His reading so good. I’m so proud of him that he can read all on his own. It helps he has a brilliant mother, right? 😉
Okay, so since the title of this post is completely random bullsh*t, I figured I’d post a small section of my current WIP. Yes, folks, it’s time to allow Nice Girls Do see the light of day. Okay, sort of. Post comments below if you wish. Or not. Take your pick. In the meantime, I’m taking my butt to work. Happy Thursday!
“Hi.” She sounded like a total idiot. “What can I get you?” Besides myself?
He leaned on his elbow toward her and she felt herself flush. She could really smell him now. It wasnâ€™t right he smelled so good. And was that gold flecks she saw in his eyes?
“Nothing. Unless you’re on the menu, doll.” He grinned at her as if he knew what she looked like naked. His gaze traveled down the length of her throat. A ragged breath escaped her as his gaze fixed once again on her face and he gave her a wink.
Now this was what she was used to â€“ men hitting on her like this. But she wasn’t used to the response she had and forced away the flutter of activity in her stomach. “I don’t think so.”Â
“Too bad.” He stood up straight then, his gorgeous greenish-gray eyes never leaving hers. “Why don’t you have dinner with me tonight, Cara?”
“Need I remind you I’m dating your brother?” she said. Okay, so she wasnâ€™t officially dating him. But she could count the one date with the intent to continue to date. Right?
“So?” He shrugged nonchalantly, as if even his own brother wasn’t a deterrent to get what he wanted.Â
“So the answer is no.”
Mark leaned on his elbow again, his hazel eyes peering at her with a mischievous glint. “Are you exclusive?”
“Well…no. I mean, we haven’t discussed it. We had dinner and that’s all.” She gave him a sour look down her nose and continued wiping down the counter. “Besides, I don’t think that’s any of your business.”
“One dinner date, eh?” His brow rose in question. “One date doesnâ€™t mean youâ€™re dating. It means you dated. There’s a difference. And anyway, if you haven’t discussed it, then you’re still free rein.”
“Do you often try and steal your brother’s girlfriends?” Cara tossed the rag aside and propped her hands on her hips.Â
“Only ones named Cara.” He winked. “And you’re not his girlfriend.”Â
She scowled. “I don’t think you’re funny.”
“Yes, you do. Don’t pretend you donâ€™t, doll.” He stood up straight and sauntered around the counter to stand toe-to-toe with her.
“And stop calling me doll.” She could smell his faint cologne and resisted the urge to lean in closer for a noseful. Instead, she stood rock still, looking up at his six-foot-three frame. Those eyes were mesmerizing and they were sucking her in. If she wasn’t careful, she would allow herself to fall in.Â
“You don’t like it?”
She did like it, but she wasn’t about to admit that to him. She shook her head. He was closer now, his head dipping toward hers. “I have a name. I suggest you use it.”
“Why? When doll fits you so perfectly.” His hands ran up her arms, leaving her skin tingling in his wake.
“I don’t know what you mean.” Or maybe she did, but she just wanted to hear it. Her heart throbbed madly, despite her attempts to squelch it out.
“I think you do.” His muscular hands wrapped around her biceps then and pulled her closer.
Cara knew at that second he was going to kiss her and she was going to let him. And oh she wanted him to so bad. His head dipped a little closer, his lips a breath away from hers.Â
“It’s because you’re such a doll.”
This he said against her mouth before overtaking her lips. Oh my stars. Her head spun, all the blood rushing to her feet. If he hadnâ€™t been holding her by the arms, she would have melted into a puddle of jelly.
Â© Michelle Miles, 2006