WICKED WEDNESDAY
Please welcome Sandra Dailey today. Have fun with wicked! And don't miss out on her $.99 special.
Hi
Brenda! Thanks for having me on your terrific blog. It’s so comfy. And, I’ve
been looking forward to being here on Wicked Wednesday.
Wicked (wik’id) adj.
1. Evil or morally bad; sinful. 2. Playfully mischievous. 3. Harmful;
dangerous: wicked roads. 4. Unpleasant; foul: a wicked odor. 5. Slang.
Wonderful; great; masterful.
I
love the word wicked. It can be used in so many ways. It can be used to
describe so many things. Where does my romance writer mind go when I think of
the word wicked? It goes straight to sexy. That first spark of sexual awareness
which unexpectedly hits you in the gut, or somewhere, and builds to a raging
inferno. I guess that would make it a combination of 2, 5 and maybe a tiny bit
of 1. At last, that’s the direction my mind takes.
After
publishing my first book, The Chief’s Proposal, one scene was continually
brought up by my readers. I was surprised. This wasn’t the sexiest scene in the
book, but it seemed to make an impact. After seven years, people still bring it
up to me.
I’ll
set up the scene and you can judge for yourself.
Young
school teacher, Ginny has entered into a marriage of convenience with Brett, a
small-town sheriff. The only thing they know about each other is that they have
nothing in common. Before they even talk about consummating the marriage, Brett
is shot in the shoulder in the line of duty. This is the first time Ginny
catches a look at Brett when he’s, so-to-speak, out of uniform.
Ginny
woke on Monday morning, Labor Day, to the sounds of Bear barking, doors
thumping, and Brett cursing. She stumbled into the hall and tried to decide
which way to go first; across to the bathroom, to the left where Bear waited to
be let out, or to the right where Brett seemed to be having a temper tantrum,
or as it was better known in the south, a tizzy fit.
“Both
of you just shut up!” she yelled. It was time they realized she wasn’t a
morning person. To Ginny’s satisfaction, the house suddenly fell silent. She
felt all powerful.
First,
Ginny did a quick step to the back door to let Bear out. If she ended up having
to clean up a mess, she’d rather it be her own. Once her own most urgent needs
were met, she tapped on Brett’s bedroom door. She felt much better and spoke in
a sweeter and quieter tone.
“May
I come in?”
“I
don’t know,” Brett snapped, “do you plan to turn the knob or just kick the door
down?”
“You’re
safe with me.” Or maybe not. When she opened the door, she caught her breath in
a gasp. Brett stood in the center of the room. The only things he was wearing
were his arm sling and a pair of black boxer briefs. The tight, stretchy
garment dipped low in the front due to the nice way he filled them out. She
honestly tried to look him in the eye, but on her way up, her attention was
caught by the expanse of dark smooth skin over washboard abs and a wide strong
chest. The man was Playgirl centerfold ready.
Brett
cleared his throat. “A little help here, please? I can’t get my britches on
one-handed.”
Ginny
was confused until she saw the uniform pants in his right hand. He needed help
dressing and she couldn’t think of who to call. Suddenly it hit her. She was
his wife. He expected her to help. Would this fall into the category of for
better, or for worse? And what was he doing with his uniform anyway? He’d left
the hospital less than twelve hours ago.
“Why
are you out of bed?”
“I
got lonely,” Brett smirked. “Are you volunteering to keep me company in there?
I’d be glad to crawl back in, in exchange for some serious body heat. Who
knows,” he winked, “it could be mutually satisfying.”
By
the way – The Chief’s Proposal is on sale through the month of August for only
99cents – just in case you’d like to read the rest of the story. It’s still my
favorite.
Blurb:
Ginny Dearing has finally realized her goal of
teaching, but finding a position is proving impossible. After exhausting all
possibilities, an Internet ad is her only hope. In a small town hundreds of
miles away there is a job with one huge string attached...a husband.
Burned by love once, Brett Silverfeather finds
his bachelor life more than satisfying. He's facing re-election for sheriff,
but this time the voters are looking for a family man. Brett finds himself
pursuing a marriage he doesn't want.
Ginny and Brett are opposite in every way, but
opposites do attract. Can Brett protect his heart as well as he does his town?
Can Ginny hide a secret past that could possibly destroy her future?
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Have you ever written a scene that people still talk about? Was it wicked?
About me:
Storytelling has always been my favorite way to pass time. I've often
been told I should write a book. Finally, I did. It was so much fun: I felt I
must write more, so I have.
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