Tantalyzing Tuesday snaps me back into my routine. Been a lot on my plate lately plus, I have been sick with my husband out of town for 10 days and a wee Havanese pup on my hands that needed emergency neuro-surgery. Oh, the stress of it all. I am much happier with deadlines!
So, did you miss me? Been awhile. But I love flashing, teasing and tasting, so I am going to do the things I love to do and indulge myself ~ and you. The photo we each select, and they are all different, inspires the shorts we write. Now, do be a dear and have a quickie read, then visit the other participating fab authors to read their teasers. But, first, do - be - do - be - do me! If you do, please leave me a comment. It has been soooooooo long for me.....And enjoy!
She walked into the lounge looking exactly the way she
felt: wet, mean and thirsty for a dirty martini. It was pouring rain outside
and she was soaked. Her long auburn locks were wet, curled framing her face,
accentuating the beautiful intensity of her hazel eyes. She was pissed at all
men, never mind why. And she was thirsty. She opened the door; it was so dark she
stood in the doorway while her vision adjusted. Dripping wet, her dress
hugged every curve of her body. There were no open seats, which pissed her off even more. She walked over to the widest spot in the crowd and leaned over the
bar to order a drink from the bartender. A seated Marine stood up to offer her
his stool. She appreciated the gesture and nodded. He waved at the bartender who approached.
So, did you miss me? Been awhile. But I love flashing, teasing and tasting, so I am going to do the things I love to do and indulge myself ~ and you. The photo we each select, and they are all different, inspires the shorts we write. Now, do be a dear and have a quickie read, then visit the other participating fab authors to read their teasers. But, first, do - be - do - be - do me! If you do, please leave me a comment. It has been soooooooo long for me.....And enjoy!
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| Soaked |
“A dirty martini - bone dry - up with olives,” she told
the bartender.
“It’s ‘Happy Hour’: two for one.”
“Better still. Bring ‘em on and keep ‘em coming until I tell
you to stop.”
Her anger gave-way to interest....and hunger. She softened to the man
in uniform beside her fingering his cigar.
She was soaked inside now, too.
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