Any excuse to party? Absolutely. So when the lovely EVE DEVON let it slip that her book THE WAITING GAME was a year old, I naturally seized the opportunity to celebrate with her.
I'll invite the vikings, I promised. Shehanne Moore won't mind. Oh, and a few dragons...Jane Hunt is always up for a party. And Tabitha Rayne--she always brings naughty to an occasion. My own, Anna Key can be counted on to attend, she once put the 'art' into party animal. And I'll persuade Jodi Linton to bring along a few modern day cowboys, on condition she gets the sexy Laney Briggs to police them. It'll be a blast I assured Eve, but now I'm handing over to you, because in exchange I want a post, some advice. Advice on 5 Things Never To Do To A....
Sexy Security Consultant
Never introduce sarcasm – it will have zero affect:
It had been three days since she’d asked Cam where, specifically, in the security training manual it stated that if a psycho stalker had been released from prison, going “glamping” was a viable option.
Ignoring her outburst, he’d told her that psychologically, it was important they lay down their marker and wait. She couldn’t help wondering if while he was waiting—studying Spinks’s moves with his team—that psychologically, Cam was also studying her and her reaction to Spinks’s release. As if he was waiting for her to pass some sort of test.
Never expect him to get yoga:
And as he waited, he watched Brooke in the meadow, contorting her body into yet another pretzel-like shape in the name of relaxation. It was quite the sight, he thought, distracted as hell. The morning sun beat down heavily, making her skin glisten from sweat. At least she’d kept her promise to stay where he could see her from the yurt. He tracked her movements as she offered up her salute to the sun and suddenly found himself wanting to peel the sleeve of her soft gray T-shirt from her shoulder to see if the small musical note tattoo he’d been so drawn to from before was still there. As much as he’d cursed the damned tattoo for winking at him whenever she’d worn a strapless top or bikini, now he hoped it was still there. Waiting to surprise him. Waiting to tempt him. He swore to himself and tore his gaze away from her before he wound himself any tighter.
Bio: Growing up in locations like Botswana and Venezuela gave me quite the taste for adventure and my love for romances began when my mother shoved one into my hands in a desperate attempt to keep me quiet during TV coverage of the Wimbledon tennis finals! When I wasn’t consuming books by the bucketload, I could be found pretending to be a damsel in distress or running around solving mysteries and writing down my adventures. As a teenager, I wrote countless episodes of TV detective dramas so the hero and heroine would end up together every week. As an adult, I worked in a library to conveniently continue consuming books by the bucketload, until realising I was destined to write contemporary romance and romantic suspense myself. I live in leafy Surrey in the UK, a book-devouring, slightly melodramatic, romance-writing sassy heroine with my very own sexy hero husband!
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