Not even bothering to shift his focus back to her face, Russ shrugged. “It’s like a car wreck, I just can’t look away.” The force of Michelle’s laugh threw her head back and she stumbled into the house as she pushed the door open. “Really? My ass is like a car wreck? That’s the best compliment you can come up with?” Keys deposited on the entryway table, she kicked off her heels and padded through to the kitchen in her bare feet. After placing her things by the staircase, he joined her in the kitchen, taking a seat at the island. His eyes followed her as she grabbed a couple hard ciders from the fridge, making her skin tingle with awareness. She popped the tops of both bottles, slid one down the granite countertop to where he sat, and took a slow pull from her own drink. “No, I can do better.” He brought his index finger to his lips, tapping a quick rhythm, feigning deep concentration. “Your ass is scrumptious. Like the first red apple picked from a tree in the fall. Nat King Cole wrote “Unforgettable” about your ass. Those round globes have more magic in them than a wizard’s wand.” Cider sprayed from her mouth as she lost her cool, bellowing with laughter. “Okay, okay, I get it. Your ass ain’t half bad either.” Leave it to Russ to force her mood to lighten after a crappy morning.
~~~~~ATTENTION~~~~~ I have decided to close down my blog and my facebook page. After a lot of thought and tears I've had to make this hard decision. I no longer have fun working the blog or the page. It feels more like a job to me now, not to mention I've been neglecting the street teams of the authors whom I love the most. I will be closing this page on October 1st. Thank you all so much for being a part of my book world and supporting me.