I’ll pick (or rather random.org will pick) one person who leaves a comment to win a copy of my latest book, TEXAS FANDANGO. Leave a comment on this blog between now and Friday. I’ll announce a winner on Saturday
Winner from original post – Toni Whitmire
Winner from Tuesday addition – Porchia Gilbreath
Years ago when I was much younger (and thinner and braver and crazier), I had a friend ask me if I would go out with a male escort if someone gave him to me for a present. Now, that wasn’t my fantasy at all. But it was hers! Her fantasy involved having a friend tell her to be ready for anything and to answer the doorbell when it rang. She loved the idea of a man who really knew his way “around a woman.” But, as younger, thinner, braver and crazier as I was then, I wouldn’t have had the nerve to go. Sadly, I have found I’m not a great risk taker.
However, that doesn’t mean I can’t make my heroine take the risks I wouldn’t. 🙂
Backstage Pass – A sexy night with a hired escort, who looks exactly like a woman’s favorite country singer, leaves her with a back stage pass and a lot of burning questions.
“So, how do we go about this?” I asked, handing him a flute of Krug.
“This? “ He took the glass, a ripple of confusion rolling across his face.
“Just stand there a second,” I said. “I want to get a good look before you get naked.”
He choked on the champagne he’d just sipped. “Naked?”
I walked around him, taking a couple of extra seconds to admire his ass in those tight jeans.
“Well, it is my birthday, so I think I should get to see you naked,” I said as I completed my visual tour of my present. “Don’t you? Or am I moving too fast? I’ve never been with a male, er, professional escort before.” I gulped down my champagne. “I mean, you look like Cody Jarrod…a lot. You don’t have his voice or speech pattern down pat, but I’ll give your agency credit. They did an awesome job finding you for me.”
“Finding me?” His brow furled. “Professional what?”
About the Author:
I was born and raised in a small Arkansas town. After being gone for a number of years, I’m thrilled to be making my home back in Arkansas living in a vine-covered cottage on the banks of an ten-thousand acre lake. I started writing on a challenge from my husband in 2006 and discovered having imaginary sex with lots of hunky men was fun.
I’m published with Samhain Publishing, Cleis, and Running Press.
You can email me at email@example.com or send me snail mail at : Cynthia D’Alba PO Box 2116 Hot Springs, AR 71914