Crack the whip

Here’s mine:

“You still owe me.”

Of course, I did.

“And the debt collector cometh.”

Of course. Removing my tie, I unbuttoned my collar and grumbled, “What do you have in mind, crazy girl?”

“You’re on the right track.”

She’d laid a trap for me. Not only could I sense it in my gut, I could practically see the damn thing looming in the distance. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find an alternative route to avoid the massive pitfall. “Am I?”

“Mm-hm. You can lose the shirt next.”

The demand took a moment to sink in. “No.”

Settling back into her pillow, she flashed me a smug grin.

No, Mickey.”

“That wasn’t a request, Jeeves.”

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I’m sorry

Here’s mine:

He buries an agonized sound into my hair and chokes out, “I’m sorry.”

I don’t need to ask what he’s apologizing for.

As a Delta Force operative, there is absolutely zero contact once he deploys. The instant he steps foot out the door, he ceases to exist. He becomes a ghost. I never know when he’ll return home again and if ever he doesn’t…

I will never know why.

There won’t even be a body to bury. He’ll simply vanish into thin air. Gone. Nothing but a distant memory.

He’s apologizing for the past fifty-one days. He’s apologizing for the thousand more to come.

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Here’s mine:

She deserved it. After what she said to me, she damn well deserved it. I wasn’t out of line. I didn’t regret it. I wasn’t sorry.

I am such an asshole.

And Jesus Christ, I had my head shoved so far up my ass I was actually beginning to taste my own bullshit.

Of course, I regretted it. Of course, I was fucking sorry.

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Hot stuff!

Here’s mine:

As for my insanely hot companion?

He was currently in my direct line of sight from the hall and decked out to the max. His usual GQ attire had been turned up a notch, from insanely hot to whatever the heck came after insanely hot.

Flammable? Combustible? Something requiring a warning label, that’s for sure.

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Here’s mine:

Rolling my eyes, I slipped the ring onto her perfect little finger.

“But I haven’t said yes yet.”

“Yeah, I noticed.”

Believe me, I fucking noticed.

“Technically, you never actually asked.”

“I’ve asked twice, Mickey.” I was officially whining like a pansy. A pussy-whipped pansy. “Twice.”

“Oh, really? I wasn’t paying attention.”

Kill me.

Tossing the ice pack aside, I tugged her down onto my lap and growled, “Don’t take that damn thing off.”

“Worst proposal ever,” she laughed.

Just fucking kill me.

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The man is p*ssed

Here’s mine:

“You disappeared in the middle of the night, Mick.”

Uh-oh. Commence damage control, “It isn’t that late and I didn’t disappear.”

“You didn’t take your phone either.”

Oops. “I’m sorry.”

My apology went unnoticed. “So, yeah, you fucking vanished.”

Circumventing the landmine, I kneeled to graze a kiss along the edge of his brow. My exhausted workaholic had passed out cold the instant his gorgeous head hit the pillow. I’d waited five full minutes before pulling a Houdini. “Just wanted to let you sleep.”

He nudged into my lips and confessed, “Been awake since you snuck out of bed.”

Dumb idiot.

“I wasn’t sneaking.”

“That’s true. Your cloak-and-dagger skills are complete shit.”

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Crazy stupid love

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The crazy girl tackled me.

I didn’t even see it coming. She tipped my chair over backward, knocking me right out of the damn seat. And landed hard on top of me, knocking the wind right out of my lungs.

As the room swirled above, her panicked voice clawed through the fog, “Oh, my God, Cale. Are you okay?”

Crazy fucking girl.

I nodded, attempting to catch my breath while the fancy-ass ceiling tiles came into focus. Guess I must’ve cracked my skull on the floor too.

“I can’t believe that actually happened.”

A sixteen-pound titanium wheelchair with no brakes vs. a stunningly gorgeous human torpedo with no fear.

Physics 101.

What the fuck did she expect would happen?

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