Long, long ago, (or about 18 years) in a land far away (or about 3 hours depending on traffic) – a land full of Blizzards (the edible kind because the land was Dairy Queen) – a lonely maiden (lonely, yes – maiden, eh, not so much) spied her white knight as he arrived on his trusty steed (OK, it was an 18-wheeler…………….)
Wait. Stop. This is getting too difficult. Here’s the real story.
I was the manager of a Dairy Queen in a small town. Twice a week our supply truck came down from the city. One day one of the workers came up front all breathless to tell me I had to come see the new driver because he was gorgeous. So I casually walked back to the freezer and Wow! – yes, he was gorgeous. When our eyes met it was truly one of those zinger moments. So like the intelligent (translation – scared stupid) woman I was, I ran. Not literally. I had to work. But since I’d been burned so many times before by good-looking, smooth-talking men, I decided then and there I didn’t want the gorgeous delivery man. (No matter how badly I did)
One problem with that plan. Turns out he wanted me. And he was persistent. No matter how many times I shot him down. No, you didn’t, you think. OK, an example is in order. We had been playing the cat and mouse game for about 3 months. One day he comes inside, looking all sexy with his clip-board and dark hair and hazel eyes and………….Oh, sorry. Anyway, he stops at the office door and asked, “What do you want first? The frozen food, the dry goods – or me?” Without blinking I answered, “The frozen.”
Ouch! But he still didn’t give up. And after a couple more months I realized he wasn’t trying to be a silver tongued devil, laying on the charm. He was just friendly. And a goof-ball. (He still is by the way). But he was honest and sweet and funny. And so loyal that I wonder if he’s part canine. After a string of cheater boyfriends, this man was exactly what I needed. So I did what any intelligent woman would do. I stopped running and let him catch me;)
So I have a question for all the readers today. What is it about your significant other that makes him (or her) perfect for you?
After trying several careers—everything from a beautician to a dump truck driver—Jennifer finally returned to her first love, writing. Maybe it was all those Clint Eastwood movies she watched growing up, but in her opinion there is no better read than a steamy western historical.
Married to her very own hero, she lives on fifteen acres along with two beautiful daughters, two elderly horses, two spoiled cats and two hyper dogs.
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He rode into town to buy supplies, not a woman.
For hunted recluse Rafe McBride, the raven-haired beauty on the auction block is exactly what he doesn't need. A dependant woman will be another clue his vengeful stepbrother can use to find and kill him. But Rafe's conscience won't let him leave another innocent's virginity to the riff-raff bidding. He buys her, promising to return her to St. Louis untouched. He only prays the impending blizzard holds off before her sultry beauty breaks his willpower.
She wanted freedom, not a lover.
Whisked to the auction block by her devious, gambling cousin, and then sold into the arms of a gorgeous stranger, outspoken artist Maggie Monroe isn't about to go meekly. Especially when the rugged mountain man looks like sin and danger rolled into one. But a blizzard and temptation thrust them together, and Maggie yearns to explore her smoldering passion for Rafe.
But when the snow clears, will the danger and secrets that surround Rafe and Maggie tear them apart?
Maggie wanted freedom, not a lover…
Oh, Lord. He was going to kiss her. She shouldn’t want this. She was confused enough.
Respectable women didn’t kiss men they barely knew, certainly not men who made them have wild, exotic dreams.
It was crazy. He was making her want crazy things. Making her not give a damn about her reputation or her virginity. Or her long-awaited freedom. All she could think about was that dream, and the way his sinful mouth had felt. The table was only a step away, and honey was just as sweet as peach juice…
She swallowed hard and looked up into his hooded eyes.
“Maggie,” he groaned. “Don’t be scared. I’d never hurt you.”
Her mouth parted to object, but firm lips covered hers, hungry, demanding. She gasped, shocked at his hunger, but even more at the illicit response coursing through her. An aching heat unfurled low in her stomach, pulsed between her legs. Oh, yes. It started just like in the dream.
He deepened the kiss, coaxed her lips with his warm tongue. Long, languid strokes teased the inside of her mouth, encouraging, tempting before he pulled back to nibble the corners of her lips.
Oh, God. Is this what all kisses felt like? Hot, lethargic? Melting her like molasses over warm bread?
“Kiss me, Maggie,” he breathed.
TODAY's Blog Tour Itinerary
Wednesday, February 16th - Blog Topic - Meeting Your Significant Other
--Meet author Amy Corwin at http://amielouellen.wordpress.com/Meet
--Meet contemporary and paranormal romance author Jill James at http://authorjenniferjakes.blogspot.com/
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