Crawling Into
Bed With Mick
And a Good Book Blown Hard
Important things
first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
I sniffed them
earlier and they seem clean, isn't that enough?
*blinks* Um…
well, I guess. *eyes bed askance* Now, I’m kind of wondering though…What are
you wearing?
What're you
wearing? Nah, kidding, kinda...this is my bed so welcome to my buck-assed
nakedness. So really, what are you wearing?
*shields eyes* Why
don't you…um … cover that thing up? Me? I'm wearing levis and a t-shirt. What
are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Beef jerky.
Yeah, don't ask, I know it wears out your jaw chewing the shit but there's this
guy and...well, it grows on ya. Not to mention the sore jaw reminds me of other
fun things to snack on.
I'll er…pass. I brought
tequila and it doesn't go well with beef. If I open this nightstand drawer,
what will I find?
Look for the
bare necessities. We are in the jungle...well woods—hell they look the same
when you're running through them all the time, you know what I mean. Oh, you're
being serious? Damn lighten up a bit...lube, condoms, toys that take and don't
take batteries—depends on the mood, right?
Oh you're bold
all right. Most people get a little coy about the contents of their drawers. Do
you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the
night?
Depends on how
much sweating goes on before the snoring starts. Not that I snore—hell I don't
even know if I do, I'm asleep when it happens. I might...not like Sugartree and
I have ever or will ever get to that point (god I hope we do) but...yeah. Hey,
if you wanna stay the night you can tell me in the morning...but just be
careful, Sugartree seems to know all the comings and goings around here and is
damn good with a bow and arrow...just saying I think he's a little sweet on me
whether he likes it or not.
*whispers*
Sugartree? *eye crazy man* Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them
up?
The warmest place
on my body is behind my balls and up the crack of my ass...you sure you wanna
settle for my calves?
Well, I've never
actually been invited to shove my foot up someone's ass before. Threatened to,
but not invited to. What are we reading?
Well, there're
some awesome readers who decided Havan didn't tell enough of my history in her
first two Pulp Friction Whispering Winds books...so here's book
three and all you'll never want to know about little ol' me—Blown
Hard.
Oh, and by the
way Lee, I just want to add a side note before we get to the heart of this
little chat. I loved your instructions about including all the pertinent
information...but I seriously love the fact that you don't think length is an
issue. Nice to know you're not a size queen.
*snort* Right. Get on with the
reading.
So let's
continue shall we? Come on, get comfy...take your clothes off and put your cold
feet where you think they'll warm up best...ahhhh, yeah, that's nice. I'm a
good host, aren't I?
*eyeroll* Don't be giving
these people the wrong idea. I'm still dressed, and my feet are on the ground.
It's going to take a little more than a silver tongue to get me compliant.
Start reading.
Blown
Hard
Blurb:
Today's the day, Rowen and Mick
finally have their date. At least that’s Mick's plan, but plans are meant to be
broken.
What
could possibly go wrong when Rowen and Mick get together to enjoy that dinner
Mick's been pushing—shoving, threatening, begging—for? Well, Mick could try to
make small talk—that’s never good.
Miscommunication
between the two leads to a very different outcome than expected. But that’s
nothing compared to what happens once danger blows in from the west. The winds
of change hit with all the gentleness of a cyclone. A disastrous dinner date,
midnight marauders, enigmas exposed.
When
the winds die down, who will be left standing?
Excerpt:
Mick
bolted upright in his bed. Something was wrong. What the fuck woke him up?
There
it was again, a scraping sound over by the window. No, that wasn't right…not by
the window, outside the window.
Rowen?
Even
before his bare feet hit the wooden floorboards, Mick knew it wasn't Rowen. The
man couldn't even enter his cabin when invited through the front door. He damn sure
wasn't going to try and break in after avoiding Mick all night since their
encounter yesterday afternoon.
Knowing
it wasn't Rowen slowed his roll a little. If not his lover trying to bust into
his bedroom, then who the hell was it?
He
couldn't see out the window thanks to the heavy drapes he hung immediately
after he leased the place for a year. That worked both for him and against him.
Sure, the intruders couldn't survey the room and react to Mick's movements, but
Mick couldn't look out at them either.
Oh
shit, what if it really was a them…as in more than one?
Mick's
eyes widened as the realization of the situation slammed into him. Instantly he
knew, had no doubt in his mind, who was trying to break into his house.
And
he needed to get the hell out before they got in.
He
grabbed a pair of faded jeans off the floor and sniffed them. In the process of
making sure they didn't stink, he shook his head. Now was not the time to worry
about personal hygiene. He slammed his legs in them and carefully zipped the
jeans up, his head already whipping around looking for a shirt. His
long-sleeved black tee lay strewn next to the bureau's legs, and he dipped down
quickly to snatch it up. His eyes landed on his reflection in the mirror on top
of the piece of furniture and he froze like a deer in the headlights.
This
was it, what he'd feared in the back of his head for the four months he'd been
here.
Arturo's
goons had found him.
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Blown
Hard:
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