Monday, February 5, 2007
Anyone for a Male On Monday???
Yup - I blame you lot entirely - and have thanked you for it before ;)
When I needed a bit of hero inspiration for Breathless! and we had a bit of a poll... you guys all voted for Colin Farrell and so he's my choice for Male on Monday today over on The Pink Heart Society!
Uh-huh. And what a hero Rory turned out to be!!!
So thankyou Colin!!! And as a thanks to you guys... a bit of an excerpt... There'll be a competition to win a copy of Breathless! after I announce the last competition winner in a couple of days time...
“You have a very extensive vocabulary for someone who otherwise looks so sweet and innocent you know.”
Rory swallowed back a smile as she glared up at him, her face flushed and damp with exertion. Long tendrils of her deep brown, shoulder length hair escaping from their loose plaits and plastering to her cheeks. And every time he insisted she managed another sit up or another five minutes on an exercise bike she would grit her teeth and swear at him. Like a trooper.
“I’ll bet,” She forced her pelvis upwards as she pressed her heels into the Swiss Ball, “Women call you names,” Held the position for a second before lowering with a flop to the floor, “all the damn time.”
He did his best not to watch the upward and downward movement of her pelvis. That would be unprofessional, wouldn’t it? In fact after twenty minutes of watching her in varying thrusts and bends over the ball he was fairly sure he was past unprofessional and bordering on being a pervert. Just what was it with him and this woman?
Ever since she had walked in through the door and looked up at him with those Pacific-Ocean-blue eyes of hers he had had but one thought in his head. And its name was Cara Sheehan.
She had a way of looking at him that had made him feel like some kind of illicit treat she couldn’t allow herself to have. Which was sexy as all hell.
And she was sharp as a tack mentally, which kept him on his toes; their verbal bantering helping to distract him from, other things.
He cleared his throat, “Not with quite so much colour in the terminology, no.”
Her blue eyes narrowed as she looked at him from the corner of her eye, “You look that word up in the dictionary today, did you?”
“It was word of the day in the paper.”
“The one with the naked women on the third page?”
“That’s the one,” His smile escaped, “Again. Come on, you have five of these to do before we move on.”
Five more of this, six more of that, and Rory was fairly sure she was smart enough to realize he was adding a few every time. But she didn’t stop, she just gritted her teeth, called him a ‘sadist’ and kept going.
He liked that about her.
Nearly a week in and she was showing the same kind of gutsy determination he had had to call on in himself since he’d come home. And he could empathize with that. It garnered his respect; helped hold hotter thoughts at bay.
She was a client after all. And if she wasn’t?
Well, suffice to say all prior deals would be off.
So pop on over and pay homage to the *bad-boy* who inspired my favourite hero of all time!!!
Posted by Trish Wylie