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Hot as Blazes: Wet T-shirt on Weekend Warriors

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wewriwa_square_1This week on Weekend Warriors, I’m taking an excerpt from my novel, Hot as Blazes.

Jo has recently returned home to the Outer Banks of NC and learned her brother’s best friend and her her high school fantasy is a firefighter. Of course she’d be behind the car who snags a cyclist and then takes out a fire hydrant. Ray arrives on scene with the crew and offers his bunker coat as she is soaked to the bone.

Before returning home, she hadn’t thought of sex in months. Now
every time he was near, her body tightened with desire.

“Come on. I’ll get your truck off the bike.” His hulky form slid behind
the wheel.

The sound of her Bronco mangling the rest of the bike beneath its
rear wheels set Jo’s teeth on edge.

Ray hopped from her truck and held the driver’s door open.

She shrugged off his coat and immediately missed his essence. “Thanks again.”

His gaze wandered to her chest. “Didn’t want everyone to see you
could win a wet T-shirt contest, Dahlin’.”

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Weekend Writing Warriors – Diamond Glitter

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wewriwa_square_1On this week’s Weekend Writing Warriors, a story I started a couple of years ago.

Cody’s mission plan for the night? Drown missed opportunities and forget his lack of future before stumbling home to his nearby rental. His second whiskey sufficiently numbed his pride and loosened his tongue while the beauty dancing near his seat at the bar distracted him in other respects.

A short chain of glittery diamonds dangled from her navel as she rocked her hips. No ink graced her honey brown skin, but the way her hips, he’d be willing to bet a Benjamin one lurked somewhere beneath the slinky gold halter top or the skin tight jeans. Dark loose curls swept down her back bouncing in time with the pounding bass of the dance tune.

Except for the mini lights strung along the glass rack of the bar and a few sporadic red bows hung in the seaside tavern, it didn’t look or feel like Christmas time. The Outer Banks’ balmy weather had the Casino II’s patrons dressed in summer attire.

Swiveling back to face the bartender, he ordered another round.

“You on the hunt, bro?” Jake eyed the woman among the gyrating bodies while serving Cody his drink.

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