I’m so happy to welcome my friend and fellow Entangled Publishing author Christine Warner to my blog today. Christine’s latest book, Bachelor’s Special, is available now.
Welcome, Christine. Thanks for taking the time to visit today. The blog is yours!
One of the most fulfilling moments I have as a writer happens about a week after I finish writing a story. I like to sit down with my newly completed book and slowly read through my words and let everything I’ve written sink in. The most memorable scenes make me smile and I can’t wait to share them with readers, wondering if they will smile as they read them too.
When I finished Bachelor’s Special there were so many scenes that I enjoyed writing, but more importantly ones I couldn’t wait to sit down and revisit.
There’s the scene in the kitchen when Jill attempts to teach Chet a lesson but her plan backfires. Let’s just say food can become a major aphrodisiac and fan the flames to an already sparked attraction. I get goose bumps thinking about Chet’s words to Jill— “I’m attracted to you, and after that zipper-popping kiss, I’m going to assume the feeling’s mutual.”
I also enjoyed revisiting several smaller scenes that showed Chet and Jill working through their attraction with communication and how that communication played into their forming a friendship. Simple scenes like the one where Chet had a bad day at work and arrived home to whisk Jill out for a burger. I loved their easy conversation as Chet teased Jill and helped her expand her food horizons by trying a burger out of the norm.
And of course I always love those first impressions—almost entirely based on looks only—but as time goes on they uncover the layers. I like that Chet was more entranced with Jill’s lips and voice as he tells us here in his thoughts:
He’d forced himself to listen as her perfect red lipsticked mouth enunciated each syllable in her throaty, sex-phone-operator voice.
Not to be outdone, Jill’s first impression of Chet:
Dressed to perfection in a black suit—his tie slightly askew—this man’s penetrating dark eyes would melt ice cream stored in a deep freeze.
I don’t know if I can pick a #1 favorite scene, but this one ranks right up there. Chet isn’t supposed to be home so Jill is relaxing in the pool on a floating raft and who should appear? You guessed it—Chet. Let’s just say they made the water bubble and boil. Here’s an excerpt with a little snippet from both of their point of views:
Her body hummed as his smile wavered. Although he wore sunglasses, she’d bet her last dollar his gaze swept across her chest, lingering on the betrayal of her pert nipples pushing against the fabric of her suit.
Until this moment, shyness had never been a trait she possessed. Air stalled in her lungs, her palms grew sweaty, and she itched to cover herself with a towel. Even though her replica vintage swimsuit hid more than most sets of women’s underwear, she felt too exposed. She turned to the side slightly and folded her legs up. Not that it helped, but it made her feel a bit less exposed.
Chet slid his feet from his sandals, brushing a hand through his hair. The heat from the sun wasn’t the only thing scorching her skin. She trickled several droplets of water over her arms, but she couldn’t drag her focus from his toned flesh.
Jill soaked in his ripped abs and the obvious package of goodies covered by his brown swimsuit—the same sexy brown as his hair. Damn, did a man have a right to fill out a pair of swimming trunks like that? Flecks of hair, just enough to give him a manly appeal, covered the etched muscles of his long, tan legs. She licked her lips, hoping she could still speak. “Do you want some privacy?” Yes, say yes. She needed an excuse to make an escape without coming off like someone desperate to be making an exit.
Hell no, he didn’t want privacy. Through the shield of his sunglasses, he inspected her body from the tips of her pink-painted toenails to the top of her brightly flowered swimming cap. Did people still actually wear those things? “No, you look co mfortable. Stay and enjoy the day.”
“Oh…are you sure?”
Amazed at his own ability to talk without his tongue hitting the cement, Chet turned to throw his towel and sunglasses on a nearby lounge chair. Damn. The red and white polka-dot halter-style suit featured a tight bodice, but her slender hips and shapely thighs hiding beneath a matching skirt grabbed his attention until all oxygen left his blood. Even showing less skin than the average girl on the beach, she far exceeded sexy and alluring.
Get a grip, Castle. She’s off limits, no matter how delectable.
He turned and stepped onto the diving board. He bounced along the surface as he made his way over the water. When he looked at Jill’s bathing cap covering her head, he held back his grin. The neon rubber flowers reminded him of something his
grandmother would’ve worn, but there the similarity ended. Everything beneath that cap was far from making him think of Grandma.
Okay, from a writer’s perspective I shared a favorite moment in finishing a book. As a reader, what is the best part for you after you’ve read that last page? Do you relive the story in your mind for days, think of the characters and their conversations, or wonder what they are doing now? Or something more? Please share
Jill Adgate wants three things from life: a successful catering business, a family, and the love of an exceptional man. What she has is no job, a mounting pile of bills, and her outspoken best friend—who sets her up on a blind date with the man who inadvertently ruined Jill’s life.
Chet Castle is a businessman who has everything, except the ability to trust. Burned by a money-hungry fiancée, he refuses to get involved in any relationship that has a shelf life longer than a head of lettuce.
Intrigued by her ambition—and determined to get her in bed—Chet offers Jill the chance of a lifetime: work as his live-in chef and he’ll help her get her catering business off the ground. When sparks fly in the kitchen, Jill realizes what’s cooking is a recipe for disaster…
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A bit about Christine:
Christine Warner is living her dream in Michigan along with her husband, three children, one laptop and a much loved assortment of furry friends.
Besides laughing and a good round of humor, she enjoys spending time with her family, cooking, reading, writing but no arithmitic. A confessed people watcher, she finds inspiration for her stories in everyday activities. She loves to read and write about strong heroes and determined, sometimes sassy, heroines.
A girl gone wild, at least where social media is concerned, she enjoys meeting other avid readers and writers on facebook, twitter and her website.
Twitter under @ChristinesWords: https://twitter.com/#!/ChristinesWords
Facebook page : http://www.facebook.com/pages/Christine-Warner/143430882396013
Thanks for visiting, Christine. Best of luck with Bachelor’s Special.