First the apology... I was all over the place last week. Literally and metaphorically, and it was only when I went into here on Saturday, I discovered I'd left my #Mid WeekTease in draft...
(Okay, source pinterest, and I couldn't find one of a cat saying 'er...what???')
Anyway, onto #MidWeekTease
Which is a tease from a WIP that is making me giggle. Another Naughty Forties book.
This one is DeAnne's story...
The Awesome Ladies Supper Club
(She's fed up, set up and not up for it...)
Do you know how one bloody raised eyebrow
and a sexy smile can reduce your friends to simpering idiots? Even as I tugged
on Rhonda’s shirt and muttered ‘don’t you dare
leave me with him’, she the turncoat and her sisters in crime were standing up
and preparing to walk away. I began to struggle to my feet only to be
stopped—on my knees no less—by Carol who pushed on my shoulder. ‘You stay there
and listen.’ She fixed me with what was known amongst our mates as the Carol
Crusher—it crushed all thoughts of rebellion PDQ. ‘Whatever you think he
deserves his five minutes of explaining.’
‘So you’re throwing me to the wolves? Gee, great
friends.’
It was a set up, I might have known. There
was no way I could see Mr Great Big Movie Star, Tanner McTavish back here on
his own accord. What the hell did he want?
Do I
want to know? Dammit I did.
‘Actually, we are,’ Rhonda said. She didn’t
sound even the smallest bit repentant. I mean she could have at least tried to
pretend she was. Well no not Rhonda. She couldn’t.
“Rotters.”
“Great
friends. Pull up your big girl panties and get over it,” she said in a brisk,
no nonsense fashion. “If we didn’t think it was for your own good, there’s no
way we would have agreed to this, and you know it.’
I did but it didn’t make it any easier.
Especially when Tanner just stood there,
with what the romance authors call an enigmatic smile playing on his face.
‘Oh, hold on.’ Carol bent down and pressed
something into my hand before she sketched a wave and dashed off to catch the
others up.
‘If I’m found dead under a bush, I’ll haunt
you,’ I shouted after them.
The buggers ignored me.
My nemesis aka Tanner Sodding McTavish
smirked.
I scowled. “Fine bloody friends I’ve got.”
‘Stop pouting, love. When you hear what I
have to say you’ll realise you have. “Anyway.” He pushed his hair of his forehead
with an absent, but impatient gesture that I dammit to hell so remembered. “They’re only over the hill so don’t
worry you’ll forget you hate me and jump my bones instead. One love shriek and
they’ll be here at the double to stop you doing something before you think
about it.” He grinned. “We never did s lot of thinking did we? More act now and
think later.” Then he sobered. “De, I need to talk to you. It’s important.
That’s why I asked your mates to let me do it like this. Sort of so you have
to.”
“I can shove my fingers in my ears and sing
out of tune loudly,” I pointed out.
Yeah, but you won’t,” the bastard said
confidently. “You want to know what’s so goddam important.”
Damn him he was correct.
“Okay,” I said resigned. “Hit me with it.”
He pushed me to sit down again. So I didn’t
fall down?
I had that horrible ‘the shit is about to
hit the fan’ sensation.
“Go on... Get it over with.” I didn’t add
though I wanted to, like nasty medicine take
it fast.
“We need to be a couple again. Been seen
together. Show we’re happily married.”
Thank god I was sitting down.
I looked at the packet Carol shoved into my
hand. Hellfire, was she optimistic or what? It was a twelve pack of condoms.
Multi flavoured and various types. She’d stuck a note on it. There must be a few you like in this lot.
More stashed in the picnic basket.
Actually, I hated the damned things, but
sometimes, needs must.
Somehow I didn’t think that this was one of
those times.
I’d rather a nice cup of coffee and to be
told it was all a big joke.
Catch all the other #MidWeekTease posts here
Happy reading,
love, Raven xx
