Hello to you all, welcome to the 87th My Sexy Saturday blog hop!
Today’s installment is from my WIP, the sequel to Hitting Black Ice, Send Lawyers, Guns, and Roses.
I also have some good news to share, as Dreamspinner Press is going to publish my historical romance novella, “If I Were Fire” this fall. Likely you’ll see some bits and pieces from that here soon.
“Reservation for Charbonneau, two,” Hunter told the host who checked his computer, nodded, grabbed two menus, and beckoned them to follow. Sinatra crooned overhead as they threaded past murals of golden hillsides with grape arbors, olive orchards, and sunflowers, white linen covered tables, and flickering candlelight. Hunter smiled when he saw their table; champagne in a bucket of frosty ice stood nearby and a dozen velvet red roses wrapped in gold paper lay on the small table. A titter went through the nearby tables when they realized no woman lay behind the sentiment but a muscular blond with wind mussed hair who had decided not to shave this morning. A few whispered —aww, cute–took the sting out of the dirty looks from some of the older, traditional-appearing patrons and a really young couple who were frankly staring and frowning. Despite the mixed reaction, if they didn’t start making out at the table, they’d get through dinner without a problem. Hunter smiled at Alex as he sat down in the chair in front of the flowers. All that mattered was here, smiling back at him with those big blue eyes and oddly shy smile.
For other Sexy Saturday moments, go here: http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/2015/04/are-you-sexy-mysexysaturday.html