OH THE HILARITY!
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bubbles83Guys! GUYS! This is the greatest thing EVER! Make yourself the heroine in a romance novel! Pick the hero! They let you make little demos so you can see what it would be like. I ABSOLUTELY DID NOT PUT MY NAME IN THE PIRATE STORY WITH KEITH OLBERMANN. Or Jensen and myself into the vampire story. Because that's sort of creepy and I'm not creepy. AT ALL. No matter how badly I wanted to star in a medieval romance with Jared, I DID NOT DO IT. But really, the previews are HILARIOUS.
I had to make Rodney a girl because they don't have a same sex romance option, but OMG Y'ALL!
Meredith had to admit he was a rather attractive man, neatly attired in denim and leather. She scanned his athletic frame and stopped at an arresting pair of hazel eyes peeking out beneath a rather large cowboy hat, set atop dark brown hair. The stranger approached the bar, wearing a smoldering smile across a handsomely rugged jaw.
"What can I do for you?" she said coolly.
"What's your specialty," he flirted, leaning against the bar, flashing his big hazels.
"Sarcasm," was the sharp reply. "Care for a double?" Meredith had spent the morning cleaning the saloon's eaves troughs and was feeling filthy, embarrassed and annoyed all at the same time. She was in no mood for flirtation.
Put in his place, John cleared his throat and introduced himself as John Sheppard, a foreman with the Grand Humber railroad. "Ma'am, just call me John," he said, trying to make amends.
"Well the guy you're looking for? The hotel manager? That's me. I'm also the owner, Meredith McKay," she said coolly, giving a little and extending her hand.
I couldn't resist doing the pirate one with Brenden...
. . . Brenden slapped the coin from his outstretched hand, sending it flying into the shrubbery. “We don’t want your blood money!”
Spencer sighed, his eyes narrowing, then he suddenly reached out and grabbed Brenden by her bodice string that, unbeknownst to her, had become untied and hung loosely from her dress. The lace tightened immediately as he pulled her towards him like a dog on a tether. Brenden winced with surprise and embarrassment, her brown eyes ablaze.
He leaned close to her, breathing softly in her ear, making Brenden almost lose her balance and certainly some sense. He paused just long enough to catch her off guard in anticipation, when he said, “You might want to keep the girls tied up,” and he tightened the lace and tied a knot.
Her face flushed and she slapped him hard on the cheek. Spencer grabbed her by her brown hair and planted a kiss on her lips, long and sensual. When he released his grip, she was reeling, wild eyed as a scurvy dog.
“Take them away!” he ordered with a wave of his hand.
The buccaneer escorts grabbed the women’s wrists and roughly pulled them towards the path. Brenden turned her head and caught the captain’s eye.
“Now I know why they call you Sea Wolf. I think you are despicable!” she yelled at the top of her lungs. She quickly looked to Ryan, a look of terror in her eyes as they were dragged down the pathway.
Spencer smiled, as he heard his crew laughing from afar; this was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. If circumstances were different, he would have asked her to join him. But he hadn’t even found out her name…
I WILL SELL SOMEONE MY UNBORN CHILDREN TO WRITE THAT STORY FOR ME! OMG! Except you know, with Brenden as a guy.
AND! AS A BONUS! You can do the same thing with children's books! I had a bunch of Christmas books like that(but a lot shorter) when I was little, and I thought they were pretty awesome.
I had to make Rodney a girl because they don't have a same sex romance option, but OMG Y'ALL!
Meredith had to admit he was a rather attractive man, neatly attired in denim and leather. She scanned his athletic frame and stopped at an arresting pair of hazel eyes peeking out beneath a rather large cowboy hat, set atop dark brown hair. The stranger approached the bar, wearing a smoldering smile across a handsomely rugged jaw.
"What can I do for you?" she said coolly.
"What's your specialty," he flirted, leaning against the bar, flashing his big hazels.
"Sarcasm," was the sharp reply. "Care for a double?" Meredith had spent the morning cleaning the saloon's eaves troughs and was feeling filthy, embarrassed and annoyed all at the same time. She was in no mood for flirtation.
Put in his place, John cleared his throat and introduced himself as John Sheppard, a foreman with the Grand Humber railroad. "Ma'am, just call me John," he said, trying to make amends.
"Well the guy you're looking for? The hotel manager? That's me. I'm also the owner, Meredith McKay," she said coolly, giving a little and extending her hand.
I couldn't resist doing the pirate one with Brenden...
. . . Brenden slapped the coin from his outstretched hand, sending it flying into the shrubbery. “We don’t want your blood money!”
Spencer sighed, his eyes narrowing, then he suddenly reached out and grabbed Brenden by her bodice string that, unbeknownst to her, had become untied and hung loosely from her dress. The lace tightened immediately as he pulled her towards him like a dog on a tether. Brenden winced with surprise and embarrassment, her brown eyes ablaze.
He leaned close to her, breathing softly in her ear, making Brenden almost lose her balance and certainly some sense. He paused just long enough to catch her off guard in anticipation, when he said, “You might want to keep the girls tied up,” and he tightened the lace and tied a knot.
Her face flushed and she slapped him hard on the cheek. Spencer grabbed her by her brown hair and planted a kiss on her lips, long and sensual. When he released his grip, she was reeling, wild eyed as a scurvy dog.
“Take them away!” he ordered with a wave of his hand.
The buccaneer escorts grabbed the women’s wrists and roughly pulled them towards the path. Brenden turned her head and caught the captain’s eye.
“Now I know why they call you Sea Wolf. I think you are despicable!” she yelled at the top of her lungs. She quickly looked to Ryan, a look of terror in her eyes as they were dragged down the pathway.
Spencer smiled, as he heard his crew laughing from afar; this was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. If circumstances were different, he would have asked her to join him. But he hadn’t even found out her name…
I WILL SELL SOMEONE MY UNBORN CHILDREN TO WRITE THAT STORY FOR ME! OMG! Except you know, with Brenden as a guy.
AND! AS A BONUS! You can do the same thing with children's books! I had a bunch of Christmas books like that(but a lot shorter) when I was little, and I thought they were pretty awesome.
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