Today I’m wondering why the hell I bought a blue plaid shirt. I figured it would be springier than my normal charcoal gray and black with a dash of red in my wardrobe. But when I put it on, I felt… EXPOSED.
That may sound odd to you color-wearing people, but for those of us who live in colors of the gray scale, you get it.
Yes, I’m introverted. I may not seem like it on the internet, but if you approached me in public, I might take a while to warm up to you. After encouraging you to talk about yourself (because the topic will not be me), I will run home and hide behind my screen.
I sometimes write about characters who aren’t so brazen like me. Or at times I write a heroine brazen enough to wear blue and white (gasp!). My latest heroine, is very comfortable in her own skin. She struts her stuff in front of every rodeo man she encounters, because she knows she is worth looking at. As she puts it… “I’m not playing hard to get. I AM hard to get.”
While I sit and contemplate sending this shirt back to the warehouse it came from, I’ll let you read a little excerpt of LIPSTICK ‘N LEAD, now available for PREORDER (in your e-reader Jan 29) only on Amazon. And maybe after I read it, I’ll pick up a little of Bella’s confidence and rock the blue plaid shirt.
The minute Quint walked into the arena and set eyes on the curvaceous cowgirl climbing into the chute, his heart did a Texas tango. He stopped in his tracks to watch. What the hell was she doing? She wasn’t a bull rider.
Yet she’d just slung one round, denim-clad thigh over a two-ton beast with blood in its eyes.
“Holy fuck,” he murmured, half prayer, half reverence for the woman with a set of balls big enough to think this was a good idea. There were women bull riders in the world, but most chicks stuck with gentler beasts.
Not Bella Roberts.
Quint issued a low whistle and folded his arms as someone opened the chute and the bull rushed out. As soon as Bella was whipped downward, her beautiful face nearly grazing the bull’s body, which would surely bust her nose, he stopped admiring her guts and started worrying for her sanity.
“Dammit, who let her do this?” He was no bull fighter, but he’d seen it done enough times. He sprinted into the arena, waving his arms. The beast bucked. Bella was tossed.
When her perfect ass hit the dirt, he reached for her. She took his hand, and he yanked her out of the way seconds before hooves pummeled the earth where she’d been lying.
His heart thumped so hard, he had no recollection of taking her out of the arena. His chest felt too tight, his adrenaline running too fast through his veins. Focusing on the feel of her soft palm against his, he fought for calm.
“Well that went better than I imagined.” Her voice was full of mischief, and she tugged her hand from his grasp.
He grasped her by the shoulders and pressed her against the wall. The building wasn’t well-lit, but a bare bulb somewhere down the passageway allowed him to see the laughter in Bella’s eyes.
Dammit, the woman had no clue what danger she’d just put herself in. She might have been killed, maimed.
“I don’t know what you were thinking getting on the back of that bull, but—”
“It was a dare.”
Quint nearly choked. “Who the hell dared you to ride that bull?” He’d better grab a shovel, because he’d be digging a grave later tonight.
Her eyes flared at his tone. “One of the guys asked me to come to his trailer after the competition.”
He dragged in a deep breath through his nose, battling fury. Bella didn’t know him, and his anger was nothing short of intense on a good day. But after seeing her being whipped…
“I said the guy couldn’t handle me. He asked who could. So I showed him.”
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FYI–my daughters said my top looks like a tablecloth and they had an urge to lay food on me. Damn teenagers.
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~hardworking heroes–in bed and out~