Hey! Hi! Hello! Welcome to the newcomers and welcome back to the regulars! Hope you're all doing fabulously! I'm on my way to a bridal shower today. To be more precise, it's a lingerie and wine shower. My brother is getting married on June 1st to a girl who was pretty much destined to be my sister. We tease and torment each other. I call her princess; she calls me sucky pants. Hell, we've even beach wrestled. I pinned her three times straight, and yet I'm the one who ended up with a bloody nose. Very proud of that battle scar, my friends. But if I could have hand-picked a sister, she would be the one, so on June 1st I will be standing proudly at her side in my shockingly not ugly navy blue dress, and I'll probably cry a little too. Most likely because the high heels will be cutting off my circulation. :D
Anywho, let's talk about fiction now! I'm going to share one final excerpt from my cowboy story, Chasing Destiny. We'll continue from where we left off last week. Yeehaw!
Another drugging kiss like that and she’d take him
right there on the floor. But a woman needed to be practical. “So you’re not
married?” Her fingers flew over the buttons on his shirt, trying to make quick
work of them.
“Nope. You?” He tugged her ponytail loose, burying
his fingers in the wavy locks of her hair. He wanted her free from every
restraint, she knew, and she was in too deep to give him anything less.