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Are we here again? Saturday? (sunday for me, sorry) I swear this summer literally flew by. The only reason I can tell it's lasted long enough is my kids are stir crazy wanting to go back to school. I love them being home, don't get me wrong but I swear my concentration flew out the window on the very last day of school in June.
Well let's get right to it shall we? Today i'm sharing a 7 paragraph snippet from a tentatively titled WIP.
In a Cowboy's Arms
“What in the hell is going on out here!”
From somewhere behind him, Jordan heard an amazingly vocal and really pissed off female voice. There’s another roommate? He turned and instantly felt a stabbing pain right dead center into his chest. She was a goddess. A hot goddess. And she looked furious. From what she was wearing, he guessed all the commotion in the living room had awakened her, very possibly from the wrong side of the bed.
He felt compelled to apologize and introduce himself before he bowed out completely. “Hey there” he spoke carefully, extending his hand. “My name is Jo--.”
“I don’t give two shits who you are buddy. Seriously, I have no clue why I’m even surprised my roommates are having an orgy at one or two in the morning or whatever the hell time it is, while I’m trying to sleep. Damn it. I have to be up in a few hours to feed cows.”
Orgy? What the hell gave her that idea? He was still fully clothed. And cows? What did she do for a living? “Who are you?” Jordon pressed, just in case he was wrong about the third roommate thing.
“Not that it matters but I’m the only sane roommate here.” Either she had no idea or just didn’t care that her night shirt was stuck in the waist band of her thong but when she turned to storm back down the hall where she’d come from, she’d presented him with the cutest heart shaped birthmark on the sweetest shapely ass he’d ever seen.
Even with a door slamming in her wake, none of the other four people in the room even seemed to notice she had appeared at all. Shaking his head, he locked the handle of the door and pulled it shut as he left. The scene he’d just witnessed almost made him afraid to come back tomorrow or later today rather, for fear he might have to face her again. Unless of course she was dressed in a thong again.
(copyright Krista Ames)
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