Weekend Writing Warrior – 10/20/13
This week my WWW entry come from Hot Nights in St. Blaise Book #11 – Nabbing Mr. November.
“Shower room.” She peppered his cheek and jaw with hot, frantic kisses. He hesitated for a fraction of a second, and her teeth found the tender skin of his ear lobe. Her fingers tightened in his hair and a strangled groan ripped from his throat. “Don’t think. Don’t fight me,” she whispered. “Just this. Just us.”
Nabbing Mr. November
There’s nothing like a butt full of birdshot to help a girl nab an elusive man.
The doctor becomes the patient when Luke Langston lands in St. Blaise’s overrun emergency room with a keister full of birdshot. Worse than the obvious Dick Cheney jokes, he has to endure the abject humiliation of having the one woman he wanted but never quite got round to calling pluck bits of shrapnel from his ass.
The minute Intern Elena Mendes pulls the last shard of shot from Luke Langston’s magnificent tuchas, she strips off her gloves and plants a big, wet kiss square on his assailant’s lips.
It was about time someone took Dr. Iceman down a notch. Or twenty.
Luke’s cockiness makes Elena crazy, but she can’t resist the sparks that fly each time she they butt heads. Every time he’s near, she’s compelled to turn it up a notch, curious to see how much heat it will take to melt the ice-man’s heart.
She doesn’t know Luke has been on a slow simmer since the day he first saw her. A tease, a taunt, a whispered confession and a heated kiss are all it takes to make their attraction boil over into something too hot to handle.