Welcome to the 54th week of My Sexy Saturday.
This week share with us your characters who to know they’re sexy. Or maybe the ones who don’t know they’re sexy. Choices, choices. This reminds us of the old Rod Stewart song of the same name. Come on baby, let me know!
My problem with this week… well I’m not actually sure I have a character that fits that profile (and quite honestly, until I can be bothered looking it up, I don’t actually know what a Rod Stuart song is…)
So, again, it’s pretty simple, it’s the number 7 game, and if you want full details, as well as who else is participating click here
This is coming out on Moonlit Wolves #4: Taking Control of My Werewolf, and yeah I understand I’ve done this one before, but when I only have 7 books published and this is a weekly thing…
Anyway, this is actually 8 paragraphs, and this moment is the start of Eamon and Chris sexual relationship, the moment the tables are turned:
Chris shrugged, “Sure. I know your type.” He was getting a little nervous at the spark that was lighting itself up in the other man’s eyes.
Eamon’s smile turned down right wicked, “I seriously doubt that.”
Chris swallowed hard as his mouth started to dry out.
“Hell, I’d even wager a bet as to say, you have no idea what my type is.”
Chris felt his body break out into a sweat as Eamon took a step forward. That cool controlled air that Eamon always had around him tightened up. The control was still there, so was the cool, but it was backed by something hard and tough that had Chris trembling with need.
Chris’ back went straighter from the slight tingle of fear running though him. It was one thing to feel it—you defiantly didn’t show it. He’d learnt that young. His arms dropped to his side.
“What is your type, then?” Chris asked, his voice a lot softer than he’d ever want it to be.
Eamon’s smile grew small fangs, “Come to my house, and find out.”