Crawl in Bed With Barrett Michaels

Crawling Into Bed With Barrett Michaels

And a Good Book 
"The Hero Sandwich"

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Cotton all the way. 600 thread count Egyptian cotton, in fact. Aside from my baseball gear, these sheets are my only extravagance. Okay, I confess, I have a set of San Francisco Giants sheets I’ve kept since I was a kid. I slept on them all during the 2010 playoffs for good luck. I’m the reason they won the World Series. *smiles*

What are you wearing?
*chuckles while placing his arms behind his head* Not a damned thing. I sleep commando. Although, some chilly nights, boxer briefs will do. I could say a beautiful woman wrapped around me like a quilt will keep me just as warm, but, I’ll be honest, most nights, I sleep alone. What was the question again?

What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
I don't snack in bed but if I have a lady with me I may have fresh berries, honey, whipped cream. *grins* I’m teasing. Seriously, I have to try and stay in shape, for baseball, you know. But once in awhile for a special treat, I’ll splurge on Jif peanut butter and crackers. I’m a cracker hound. *winks* Also love to wash it down with gallons of Pepsi Max.

If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
That drawer? Let's see--"The Science of Hitting" by Ted Williams, some condoms, and letters from a special woman. *digs deeper* Hmmm, a fuzzy cough drop, nail clippers, my iPod, notepad, pen that doesn’t work, birthday card from my parents, small package of Kleenex, duct tape (!?) *grumbles* I’ve got to clean this drawer out—
 I also keep the baseball bat I got my first hit with next to the bed. Also comes in handy if someone breaks into the house.

 Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
I like having the sheets over me from the waist down although I usually get the sheets tangled between my legs. I move around a lot during the night, restless sleeper. Burrito, now there’s something I haven’t eaten in bed...

 Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
Not unless you want to piss me off. I will however, let the ladies do it if I can put something hot up against them. *winces* Sorry, can’t help myself.  Really, cold feet skeeve me out.

What are we reading?

A wild night of meaningless sex is all best friends Connie Hollingsway and Nicci Sullivan have in mind when they approach a beyond handsome, younger man in 'The Cougar Cave' bar. They soon realize they have taken on more than they bargained for.

Barrett Michaels just found out he was cut from the Double A baseball team he played for. To drown his sorrows and ease his pain, he goes to 'The Cougar Cave' looking for a one-night stand with an experienced, older woman. Imagine his surprise when not one, but two women suggest a night of mind-blowing, sensual pleasure, with no strings attached.

Can three lonely people keep pain, bitterness, and grief at bay or will emotional fireworks tear down the walls surrounding their hearts?

As far as Connie Hollingsway was concerned, she'd just found the meat filling for her hero sandwich. She cast a quick glance to her best friend, Nicole Sullivan, and amended her statement to our hero sandwich.

Bass from inane techno music reverberated off the wood-paneled walls of the club called the Cougar Cave that she and Nicci were at tonight. Connie's gaze slid back to the man sitting alone in a booth directly across from them and further down the wall. The man, in a word, was perfect. Ascertaining his age was difficult under the flashing strobe lights, plus he sat directly underneath a neon sign for Budweiser, which cast a reddish glow over a stunningly rugged, handsome face. The layered and tousled hair looked as if he had just rolled out of bed. Milk chocolate would be the way she'd describe the color. Like all young guys, he had a scruff of facial hair, but Connie's keen eye could make out the sexy cleft in his perfectly shaped chin. There were six empty beer bottles in front of him, and he'd just waved his arm to the waiter for more. A sly smile curved about Connie's mouth. If man-meat was drunk enough, he may be open and willing to consider her suggestion.

Leaning toward Nicci to talk about her idea, the words died in her throat when man-meat stood, shook off his leather jacket, and hung it on the coat rack attached to the back of the bench seat. He was taller than she first imagined, a few inches over six feet to be sure. A skin tight black T-shirt hugged every valley and plane of his powerful physique. Man-meat was cut, chiseled, honed, and sharpened into hardened precision, enough to rival those marble statues of Greek gods. The T-shirt, tucked into a pair of incredibly tight blue jeans, showed his torso to sculpted perfection. Fabric strained across rock hard thighs, a muscular ass and—Connie's held breath whooshed out in a moan—showed off his impressive package to perfection.

She had to get a closer look.

While his build and his aura evoked a certain maturity, there were no telltale lines fanning out from the eyes to show he may be in his thirties, nor were there heavily cut lines around his mouth. Damn, how young was he? Who cared? He was getting drunk at the Cougar Cave so naturally the man would be interested in an older woman.

Wonder how he would feel about two women?

Karyn Gerrard and Gayl Taylor co-wrote The Hero Sandwich. You can find them at the following places:

Karyn Gerrard

Goodreads - http:// goodreads.com/author/show/4848577.Karyn_Gerrard

Gayl Taylor

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