I had another blog scheduled for today, but when I remembered the date, I decided to do something different.
Austin Sinclair’s smile like an angel and deep blue eyes that promised sin were inspired by Christian Kane/Lindsey McDonald, but his personality—his naughty charm and his ability to make anything dirty—belong to someone else.
“You’re so tasty.” He kissed her until the sizzling started again.
Jane grabbed the hot pan, and her finger bumped the rim. “Ow!” She turned on the faucet and stuck her hand under the cold water.
“Let me take care of that.” Austin examined her fingertip. He softly kissed it, pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it. “Better?” His eyes sparkled as his tongue soothed her.
She nodded, breathing hard.
“Glad I could help.”
It wasn’t what he said so much as the way he said it. His tone dripped with suggestion and his wicked eyes said what his sweet lips didn’t.
“You bad boy.” She turned back to the stove before he could see her smile.
“Yeah, roommates can be a real pain in the ass.” Austin liked the idea of trading his roommate in for a female model. “What did you fight about?”
A slow smile lit up her eyes. “You.”
“Not the first time women have fought over me.” He watched as she rolled her eyes. Jackpot—exactly the reaction he’d hoped for. “Is she jealous?”
“No. She doesn’t like you.”
“Yeah, women either love me or hate me.”
Jane’s smile faded. “And then my mother called.”
“No, it wasn’t.”
“Did you tell her all about me?”
“I didn’t intend to tell her anything about you—”
“But you couldn’t help bragging.”
Wow, two eye rolls in the same conversation. Bonus points for that.
When my mother-in-law read the first draft of Tell Me You Want Me, she called me and said, “Is Austin my son?”
“Caught that, did ya?” Bonus points.
When I was in college, I met a young man with sparkling blue eyes and a charming smile. He had a gift for turning the most innocent phrase into a naughty suggestion. That was endlessly appealing to the bad girl fighting to get out of me. He quickly discovered how much fun it was to piss me off, and he gave himself ‘bonus points’ if he could do it multiple times. Like Jane with Austin, I could never stay mad at him and twenty years ago today, I married him.
And he’s still getting bonus points. Happy 20th Anniversary to my bad boy. Never a dull moment.
(He also has the cutest ass I’ve ever seen. )