Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 116362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
“You make it sound so easy,” I muse.
“It will be. Now we just need the title and the plot and we’re good to go.”
We put our heads together, and as the sun slowly dips down over the Pacific Ocean, we narrow our list down to a few with the most potential.
Falling for the Secret Male Stripper – Ford Titan is a nerdy high school teacher by day, a male stripper at night. When his eighteen-year-old barely legal student Shasta Black discovers this and threatens to tell the school, the two of them make a deal…a sexual one.
Riding Hard: a bad boy crime boss MC ménage forbidden second chance romance standalone – Outlaw Jones is one bad-ass biker dude, covered everywhere from his neck to his cock in tattoos. There’s only one place where his body is bare—his heart—and he’s saving that space for Angel LaRue, his best friend and the girl next door he last saw when he was a damaged teenager. But first, he has to rescue her from Dick Pounder, the equally sexy boss of the rival gang. Things get…sexual.
Spread Open: A Gynecological Love Story – Nelson Dunsmuir was one of the world’s best Navy Seals. But when a mission goes wrong and he loses his best mate, he quits the Seals and decides to go back to his first career—gynecology. The moment Pender Galiano walks into his office needing a pap smear, Nelson knows he has to have the gorgeous virgin. But when old enemies rise up, Nelson has to protect Pender at all costs, even though loving her may cost him his life.
“Well, here we are,” Blake says as we stare at our potential future on the notepad in front of us. “Really don’t think we can go wrong.” The night has settled, bringing in the chill of late spring. It would almost be romantic if we hadn’t been laughing the entire time.
Not that I’m complaining. I need the laughs. Things between us have gotten so easy and I don’t want that to change. If we’re not laughing and goofing off, then…well…I notice things a little more. The way he stares at my lips. How he keeps touching me—a lingering hand on my shoulder, his fingers at my elbow to guide me somewhere. But mostly it’s something I can’t even define. It’s a charged feeling between us, like the way the air pressure changes just before a storm. The hairs on my body stand up and my skin prickles in some sort of unseen anticipation.
“Are you cold?” he asks me. We’re sitting next to each other, facing the harbor lights. It was just easier to work this way.
“Not really,” I tell him, and before I can say anything he’s getting up and sliding the glass door open and heading inside. When he returns he’s got a blanket and two bottles of beer.
“Here,” he says, gently placing the plush blanket around my shoulders.
“Thanks,” I say, my voice barely registering. I cover myself with the blanket, close my eyes, and breathe in deep, his fresh, earthy scent filling my nose.
I feel him stiffen beside me.
Oh shit.
“Did you just smell the blanket?” he asks.
I open one eye to look at him. “I like to smell…blankets,” is my flimsy response.
“You say the oddest things,” he says after a moment. “Did I tell you I like that?”
I bite my lip and nod. He tells me a lot of things he likes about me, and the more I think about it, the more my skin burns, like it’s begging for his touch.
I wonder how long I can blame it on erotica.
“So, what do you think?” he says, his voice lower as he leans in.
“About your smell?”
“About which book to write. But now I want to know how I smell.”
“You smell like the opposite of Axe body spray. And I think we should close our eyes and point to one.”
“Deal.”
So with our eyes closed and our fingers poised above the pad of paper, we take the plunge and laugh when we open our eyes.
Falling for the Secret Male Stripper it is.
“Okay,” I tell him. “But promise me you’ll demonstrate some of his dance moves in the scenes.”
“Only if I can demonstrate his other moves on you.”
I brush him off, shaking my head. “You’re terrible.”
And I think I’m starting to like it.
CHAPTER 11
Blake
It’s been another busy day at the store even though there’s been quite a few returns. I’ve never understood people who return books after they’ve obviously read them. “Oh no, that dog-eared page was there when I bought it.” Like hell it was. How about I punch you in the bloody face and tell you that bruise was there before and then we’ll call it even.
I’ve got a meeting with Amanda tonight and every time I think about it, I have to stop myself from calling it a date. It’s not a date, but I have to admit, sometimes I wish it were. Obviously writing Falling for the Secret Male Stripper (or FFTSMS or Stripper or Cock Book) has ended up being a lot of fun, but it’s almost too much fun. We’ve gotten together every night this week, and by the time she leaves I have blue balls the size of Donald Trump’s head.