On writing: Just for fun: a sample of my writing. I wrote this as an assignment for a "First Pages" class and hope to turn it into a book when I'm done with my Cates' brothers series. I can't remember exactly, but I think the assignment had to include the heroine coming home after a night of drinking. It definitely gives a taste of the humor I write with.
whadda ya say we bump together and make some magic happen.”
Hart slowly turned her head toward the offer. Slowly, because the shots of
tequila she vaguely remembered throwing back a few hours ago were close to
coming back up. The guy sitting next to her looked like he was high on
something and it wasn’t life. Grinning at her, revealing his lifelong boycott
of dentists he wiggled his eyebrows a few times and then winked. Or had a
seizure. She scooted over to hug the passenger door just as it opened and she
all but fell out of the police cruiser. Thank goodness hands caught her since
hers were handcuffed behind her back.
Frankie. How have you been? I heard you were back in town. Um, teaching at the
Dave. Was. Got fired yesterday. Seems they got an anonymous tip that I had a
record. Tell me you’re not still partners with— well, hell, yes you are.”
thought it was cruel that her ex was even better looking today than he was
seven years ago when she fell in love with him. Tall, dark and ratfink, that
was him. He walked his muscular body right in front of her and stepped closer
than he needed to, closer than he should have, trying to intimidate her. Did he
remember how well they used to fit together? His cold green gaze said he
remembered everything. And it meant nothing to him. She should have been ready
for that, but wasn’t. It cut deep.
Hart. You have the right to remain silent—”
butted him. Hard. “So do you, Officer Hart.” The shooting pain in her head reminded
her why she hadn’t been making any sudden movements with her head, and then Officer
Hart, her ex-husband, was wearing her tequila shots and bean burrito down the
front of his crisp police uniform. Who said reunions weren’t fun?