HUMP DAY THROWOUT






Mixing it up a bit and throwing out on a Wednesday this week. I have to get back to Working on Detour. It is my first stab at romance/erotica and I am about 20k into it. I am going to make it a stand alone because I feel like I need a challenge.


 I have to giggle because the majority of my characters are based or named after people I know. Jesson from Muse, for instance, is the name of one of my brother in laws friends. Cotter is pretty much the polar opposite of his Detour namesake. Brayden is the name of a boy who lived in my apartments when I was a child. I guess I do it because I have such a personal connection with my characters. So if you are named in one of my books, know you are special to me.


**AUTHOR RANT**
In the past week I have found out that BOTH the title and the cover art I wanted to use for Detour, have been used. Which sucks because the title fits the book so well. I AM SUPER PISSED BECAUSE THE PICTURE I FOUND WAS PERFECT!! So, since I cant use it I thought I would show you what it was. Credit to the lucky bass that got to it before me, as well as the photographer for taking an epic picture.


Here is the pic, then on to the teaser!




Detour

             Cotter. What can I say about my best friend? Cotter is an ex bull rider in the Texas rodeo. I am convinced he is the son of the jolly green giant. He is a man whore in every sense of the word, and I am his favorite wing man. In high school, we called him the face, because all he had to do was wink and the panties would come off. I can’t even begin to tell you how many girls in our class gave it away to him. In fact, I am pretty sure he had a few of the teachers as well. His parents divorced when we were juniors in high school, and rather than listen to his mom tell him how much like his father he was, he went to live with his dad in Texas. Since he is an adrenaline junky, and there are zero snowboarding areas in Texas, he got into bull riding. He won several titles before he broke his back and was forced to retire. His dad had a new young trophy wife and did not want to help him get through his rehab, so he moved back here to Podunk Colorado.


                I shoot back a text confirming I would meet him at eight and get back to work on the car. For the next couple of hours I continue to sand and smooth the body of this unbelievably sexy piece of machinery. As hard as I try to distract myself, my thoughts keep drifting to the beautiful girl who is only yards away from where I work. My brain will not let me forget her creamy thighs peeking out from underneath that perfect little yellow dress. Her legs, accentuated by the cute little cowboy boots, which made her just a tiny bit taller flash across my eyes. I picture her leaning up on those toes and placing a kiss on my waiting lips.


                What am I thinking? Never let them kiss you, the first rule of being a player.


                I stop myself from getting to out of hand and walk to the old refrigerator, grabbing a bottle of water. Its seventy degrees out today, but at this altitude it seems hotter. The barn holds the heat of the sun close, almost stifling. I poor the bottle of water over my head and grab another. Pulling open the large double doors to let the breeze through, I stop dead in my tracks.


                Here she stands, looking as shocked as I am, a blush rising to her cheeks.


                “Hi.”


                That is it. One syllable. I’m done.

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Well that's it..see ya next week

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