I love to write posts about love. I love to write about love. Why? I love a good happy ending. Okay, so that’s a lot of love in only a few sentences. In the immortal words of Elliot Garfield, “I love to love someone.”
So for my post this month, I thought I’d share with you some of my favorites.
Favorite article of clothing? My Levis. There’s nothing more comfy than well worn jeans. I can wear them anywhere and still be fashionable as well as comfortable.
Favorite food? Homemade noodles and falling off the bone beef roast. There is just something about adding the love to food that just makes it so much yummier.
Favorite time of the day? Night. It’s quiet and settled or noisy and filled with laughter. It’s the best time to get into the mood to write something hot. Plus I am not a morning person.
Favorite movie? Field of Dreams. I love a good tale of misdirection and flights of fancy. Plus Ray Liotta in a baseball uniform is sexy.
Favorite actor? Cary Grant. He can walk through a hotel all while making it look natural and sexy, then play slapstick and offbeat humor like a genius. It’s great.
Favorite on screen couple? Bogie and Bacall. I could watch The Big Sleep and Key Largo every day and not be bored. I love her low voice and the way he always looked at her like he wanted to eat her alive. Or was he wanting to do something else? Grin.
Favorite song? Summer, Highland Falls by Billy Joel – the piano part gets me every time. Honorable mentions are Smoke Rings in the Dark – Gary Allan, Ticket to Ride – The Beatles and Fat Bottom Girls – Queen. Did I ever mention I have an eclectic taste in music?
Favorite car? My 1500 Silverado. I don’t have it any longer, but man I loved driving it. Big as a boat, able to haul plenty of stuff and it still looked sexy going down the road.
Favorite sport? The World of Outlaws Late Model series. Gotta get my racing. Add in the dirt and I’m sold. The rooster tails mixed with the slipping and sliding is great fun.
Those are mine. What about you? Its the season of love and sharing. Why don’t you share with me?
Here’s a little snippet from my latest release,OVER MY HEAD, available here.
What happens when two opposites realise they have more in common than expected?
I’m a dancer…and a damn good one. I work at the Silver Steel Gentlemen’s Club. My hard and fast rule? No freebies and no office dating. Except for Slade. Hard, fast, slow, gentle…I don’t care. I’ll take him any way possible. But he’s not that into me.
Or so she thinks. I’m a bouncer at the Silver Steel. Astra doesn’t realise I see her—I can’t help myself. She captivates me every time she’s on the stage. I want her, but I have a…problem. I’m not at the Steel to pick up chicks or even work the room. I’m there to stop the influx of drugs into the community. Yeah, I’m a cop. But if the job means sampling the dancers… Well, as long as I keep my heart out of it, I’ll be fine.
Reader Advisory: This book has a kick ass hero, a dancer with all the right moves, hot sex, a little mutual anal play for good measure and mention of drug use.
Astra folded her hands over her purse and settled herself more comfortably into Slade’s car seat. Just a ride. All she needed was a simple ride home. The moment she’d climbed into his car, she felt much warmer and she knew sure as shit it wasn’t from the measly car heater. The streetlights and blackened buildings flew by in a rush. The twenty minute drive across town seemed to take no time at all. Then again, with company like Slade, she’d rather the ride last forever.
Slade McMann wasn’t just a man or good-looking muscle. He loomed large at the club. The other bouncers weren’t scared of him, but if he was in charge of removing a drunk or troublemaker, the other bouncers gave him a wide berth.
She wanted a man like him, one who would take care of her. The kind of man who knew what was going on so she didn’t have to look over her shoulder or worry if someone had an unseen eye on her.
Unless Slade proved to be another bad card in the deck.
Knocking on his window and being seen with him could get her into trouble. She guessed not. Slade McMann didn’t strike her as being like the other thugs at the club. He didn’t hang out with Tiny and never seemed to buy the merchandise. He barely seemed to pay attention to the crap going on at the club—like it was all beneath him.
She’d put her faith in others only to have them screw her over. Unlike the men in her past, though, something deep in her belly screamed that she could trust Slade. Odd, too, since her gut instincts never panned out. The men she tended to trust only ever proved to be untrustworthy. Abe used his fists, Tiny used drugs. Dennison…well, that was a wound she’d gladly give away.
She gulped. He’d used her given name. Most of the bouncers didn’t even know the girls had names other than their stage names or descriptions like ‘the one with huge knockers’. She turned towards him. Slade wasn’t traditionally handsome. His face was a little too long and his black hair a tad too unruly. His grey eyes flashed whenever he looked at her and the simple act always sent shivers up her spine. It was like he didn’t see her physical attributes, but rather saw the woman inside. But to have him really see her as a human, not a set of breasts, seemed to be too much to ask.
“We’re here.” Slade pulled into his assigned parking spot at the Sanborn Building. “It’s three in the morning and damned icy. Give me a moment and I’ll come around to get you.”
“I’m not going to break,” she chuffed, although she appreciated his gesture. Astra waited a heartbeat for him to round the hood of the car.
Slade opened the door and offered his gloves. “Put these on.”
She considered arguing with him and capitulated. Gloves were so much better than frozen fingers. She shivered again. “Thanks.”
He looped one arm around her back and placed his hand on her elbow.
“Are you for real?” She looked away, embarrassed by her own question.
“I hope so,” he murmured in her ear. “I had a mother who insisted I have manners as well as learn how to put a man in his place.”
She paused and stared at him.
“What, little girl?”
“Your girlfriend is a lucky woman.” Her heart beat loud in her ears. Had she just blurted out something about his girlfriend? Shit.
Slade urged her forward again and laughed. “I am as single as single can be.” Arm tight around her, he whispered, “Are you applying?”
Here’s a little bit about me:
I earned a BA in education and as well as a Masters in Education. I’ve tried my hand at teaching, waitressing, and retail sales, but writing holds my heart.
I love NASCAR, romance, books in general, farmland, dirt racing, and my menagerie of animals. I books under contract with Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books, and the Wild Rose Press. But then again, I’ve got more stories percolating than my brain can handle. I can’t wait to share them with you!
Wendi Zwaduk - Romance to Make Your Heart Race
Also writing as Megan Slayer - Sometimes It’s Fun to Squirm