Okay visitors, this is my very first blog hop and I didn’t know until now we had to use a random scene generator to kick things off. So I did and this is what I got:
First line: Bloody footprints. What a way to start the weekend.
Maybe you should take off your shirt.
Drummer, Archaeologist, Hitman
Cold, Famous, Weathered
Bloody footprints. What a way to start the weekend. Brian Sartay lay on his bed staring at the wall from the floor to the light switch. He pushed the empty vodka bottle aside. How do I explain this? He sat on the edge of his bed and lit a cigarette. A grunt from under the covers disturbed him. Lacy was still passed out. Her skirt was by the front door and her panties by the nightstand. She still had her blouse on. He reached under the covers to check her feet.
“Hey,” she growled.
“Sorry.” He rubbed his forehead and wished he could just stick his hand inside to turn off the ache. I’m never going to drink again. The same line he said every time. He wanted to drive to the beach and sit quietly for several hours. Perhaps even do some yoga. The problem was he had to be backstage for the concert by 4pm. And the second problem was he and the members of JoyStick were in Kansas City. They weren’t going to be back in LA for another three weeks.
He grabbed his cell phone and punched speed dial. The signal was faint and then gained strength until a cold voice answered.
“Hey.” His friend Rocco was a hitman. Perhaps he could help Brian come up with an alibi as to why steps of blood were lining his wall.
“Got a problem in my room here. Thought you could help.” He took a drag on his cigarette.
“You didn’t hook me up with any groupies last time you were in Madison Square Garden. ‘Bye.”
“Wait!” Brian coughed. Exerting his voice while inhaling smoke was becoming more than he could bear.
Rocco was a very impatient man. Perhaps a good skill for a hitman, thought Brian.
“What’s the matter?” Lacy sat up, adjusting her blouse. “Can’t believe I slept with my bra on.”
“Look at the wall.”
Lacy rubbed her eyes and turned around. “Shit, you mean no one scrubbed the wall before you checked in?”
“It wasn’t this way last night.” Brian stood and inspected the scene more closely. He could see the headlines, “Famous drummer has no clue for bloody footprints on wall.” How embarrassing. Oh, well. He would plead for the judge to send him to rehab just like every celebrity in LA.
“My dad’s an archeologist.” Lacy stood and bent to scoop her panties off the floor.
Brian couldn’t stop the arousal running through his veins when he looked at the woman. She was as beautiful as the groupie in Knoxville. Hell, they were all beautiful. “Does he live near here?”
She shook her head. “No, he’s searching for weathered fossils at a desert oasis in Egypt.”
Brian took another puff on the cigarette. A lot of good this girl is. “Maybe you should take off your shirt.”
She pointed to her breasts and laughed. “Why? These wouldn’t make footprints.”
He thought of something else to drag on other than tobacco. I’ll take her home and head to the arena. He could hire another groupie to come in and scrub the wall. Perhaps no one will notice.
The erotic male in a romance story is a man who pays attention to the details of a woman and her needs.
In my stories, Layover and Riding Shotgun, both women face a dilemma as the story opens—one can’t make her connection to Los Angeles while the other has a car that breaks down and she can’t make her trip to Tahoe as planned.
But it isn’t the problem. It’s what really lies beneath the problem and that is the issue of loneliness. The woman who can’t fly to Los Angeles faces yet another lonely night, this time it’s in Chicago. The woman who can’t make it to Tahoe is missing out a chance to get a massage with her friend from two certifiable hunks.
And the men who come to their rescues not only rescue them from otherwise lonely situations, they do it in a way that values the woman and gives them a chance to discover something new about themselves.
The erotic male hero in a romance story doesn’t just show up and titillate. He pays attention to the details of the woman and shows an extraordinary amount of attention, giving her value and drawing her close.
Riding Shotgun is released May 27 from Breathless Press.
Also see my post Erotic Romance and the Search for Intimacy
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