Winners & Words

Winners & Words

Whoo hooo, winners from the giveaway.
Ronda Inman and Shaiha.

Please email your snail mail addy’s ladies and I’ll get the prizes out next week. πŸ™‚

I’va had people, especially friends ask me if Sable in GYPSY HEART is me. I mean, she’s a brunette bartender/photographer that’ns not shy abotu her body and likes to travel. Sounds like it could be me, (But I suck as a photographer) but it isn’t. It’s more like Sable’s life is the extreme rose colored version of how I want mine to be LOL. for example, read this short excerpt from GYPSY HEART.

A boisterous voice called her name and she glanced at the twenty-something hottie with the gaudy paper hat perched on his head.
“What can I get ya, cutie?” she asked him.
With a flip of her tousled curls and a saucy wink at the Birthday Boy, she forced herself to focus on work. She’d been joking with them for the last half hour or so while they hung out in front of her bar, taking turns ordering drinks and hitting on her.
This new shade of “Rock Star Red” lipstick was doing the trick tonight. The men were lining up and she could see her tip jar getting fuller by the hour. They flirted outrageously, and while none of them made her heart skip a beat, she still enjoyed every minute of it. Not much in life could feed a girl’s ego like a line-up of men panting after her.
These boys were out to have a good time and she accepted, even reveled in, the fact that she was part of the entertainment.
“How about a kiss?” the Birthday Boy asked, a silly grin on his face.
“Sure, honey. What the Birthday boy wants, the Birthday Boy gets,” Sable said with a smile as she turned to grab a bottle off the back bar amidst the hoots and hollers his friends let loose.
She slapped a shot glass on the bar, and filled it with Cinnamon Schnapps and Baileys before sliding it across the bar to him with a wink.
“Here’s a sweet Cinnamon Kiss from me to you.”
The group laughed and slapped him on the back as he saluted her with the shot before tossing it back. The ribald comments and laughter made it clear the pub was full of playful men tonight.
Her grin widened. The night was bound to be a challenge, and all she could think was, bring it on!

This is reality. Last night actually.

It was 2 minutes to 12 when the pub door swung open and in walked 5 guys. Ugh! The place was empty, and had been for the last half hour so I’d been thinking, last call at 12, out of there right away. I wanted to get home early to wacth the season finale of CSI, which I’d taped.

Now, if these guys were hot, I might’ve gotten excited about it. But they were not. All of them ranging from early 40’s -early 50’s. Not my type at all. So I grabbed menus and as I headed over to their table the door swung opne again, and in walked 4 more. They joined their friends, ordered a couple of jugs of beer, and some munchies. They were in good spirits so I joked around a bit, noticing that ONE Of the guys was maybe in his 30’s and actually quite sexy.

“It’s his birthday.” I hear somene behind me say. I turn hopefully. Just my luck. NOT the cute guy, but an older wrinkled looking one.

“Really?” I say, smiling politely. “What can I get you, a drink, a shooter, a piece of cake?”

“How about a kiss?” He asks, smiling lecherously.

“Sure,” I laugh. “My fist and your lips?”

“No, that’s ok.” He chuckles as the others give him a hard time.

I feel a body lean in behind me and a voice whisper in my ear. “You should’ve just brought one of the cooks out.”

Turning, I confirm that it was the sexy one whispering in my ear. If there was ever any doubt, not with the goosebumps dancing down my spine. I smile at him. “He didn’t say the kiss had to be from you, you should’ve brought one of the cooks out.”

A little flutter in my tummy, I glance at his grip on the pool cue. Yup. Married. Off I go back to the bar to pour more jugs of beer for them. Reminding myself that men aren’t that important int he scheme of things. Just serve them, msile, make some moey.

So, they’re bill was $248 and they tipped me less than 15%. Actually the tip was 12%.

Good thing I bet on Detroit in the basketball game last night or I might not have made much money at all. πŸ˜€

5 Comments

  1. Whoa! $248 in drinks! Damn!

    And Sasha, that’s why we write romance, to escape our mundane lives and live exciting adventures through our characters in the world that we make for them. :hehe:

  2. Sasha

    That’s totally why iwrite romance,Silma. To escape into a world where things are MY way! πŸ˜‰

    Chey~ I honestly have no idea where the comebacks coem from, but it never fails, when I need a really good one for a really arrogant guy…I can’t think of one. Some of them just come naturally. lol

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