Now, down to business. It's Blogfest time again. This one is hosted by Tina Sandoval, of Sweet Niblets and it's a Bad Boy Blogfest, so go check it out!
Tina Sandoval's Bad Boy Blogfest
I recently introduced a real bad boy to my manuscript and needed to develop his badness, so entering Tina's blogfest gave me a deadline. I wrote this a few nights ago and edited it tonight. I hope it conveys the badness to come. If not, I probably didn't do my job as a writer and will need to tweak it a little.
Bad boys come in all shapes and sizes. Some monsters don't kill or maim. If you don't normally read or watch R-ratings, please don't read this. Consider yourself forewarned.
This excerpt is from my in-process novel, Churches, Chickens and ChiChi's. The main character, Sammy, recently returned to North Georgia to help take care of her mother. She just met this guy in the local grocery.
William watched in his rearview mirror as Sammy Starr exited the store with her mother. She was much hotter in person than she was on screen. This babe was seriously scorching and smacked of Hollywood, even dressed down for Piedmont.
What luck that he’d run in to her already, without any effort on his part. Even better that she was attracted to him.
When Alistair had mentioned she was coming home, he had immediately started planning. He couldn’t wait to get her clothes off. And seeing wasn’t the only thing he wanted to do to that body.
The timing was perfect; his latest lover had turned out to be boring and predictable, as they all invariably did. He preferred them married, there were less strings attached. But Sammy was different.
He watched the petite blond as she sashayed across the parking lot with her jeans hugging her butt and her breasts pushing the limits of her sweater. He felt his pants get tighter as she bent over to help her mother in to a convertible VW and her derriere kissed the air.
She closed the door and opened the trunk to deposit a bag of groceries. Returning the cart to the receptacle, she turned and shook shoulder-length hair from her face. Every move seemed sensuous and deliberate. And he was salivating.
A shiver ran through him when she crossed back to her car and eyed his jag appreciatively. His 2009 XK convertible was definitely a chick magnet and had been a damn good investment. From the looks of her own ride, Sammy appreciated a convertible. He’d find a way to get her in to his soon enough.
Though her eyes were hidden by Audrey Hepburn sunglasses, he saw the telltale start of recognition. She had read his license plate and realized the jag belonged to him. She saluted, as he had done in the store, and then climbed in to her car. The heat in his loins was unbearable.
Oh yeah, Sammy Starr was one helluva woman. He had been fantasizing about her for years. But he sensed the real thing would be far better. Soon, very soon, she’d be his.
He waited until the VW had pulled out of the parking lot before starting his jag. He sat there for a minute listening to the purr of its motor, then rubbed a wet palm on his crotch, repositioning.
Patience, he thought. Patience. Good things come to those who wait.
In the meantime, he’d call Raylene. It had been a few days and he was beyond bursting after running in to Sammy. They would swing by that hot tub party the colonel was having tonight. His hot tub parties meant wet, naked women, all drinking and uninhibited. And that always made for a lusty combination, more fuel for the fire in his belly.
There you have it. Please leave me a comment so I know what's on your mind. Your opinion matters.
Don't forget to click over to Tina's blog to read the posts from the other entrants to the Bad Boy Blogfest. I'll be doing that myself. See y'all tomorrow!