Okay! Guess what? Today, we unveil the story with the Mad Libs words YOU provided! We'll share the Mad libs version, and the real version written by the author, which she graciously allowed me to tear apart to MadLib-Ify!
Now, if you are interested in having me play with one of your excerpts for Mad Libs Monday, contact me at either Stormgoddess925@yahoo.com or Nikkilynnbarrett@yahoo.com.
I will also draw announce the winner of Christine's giveaway today! If you recall, Christine offered up a copy of either Two Timing the Boss or Some Like it In Handcuffs in PDF format to one commenter.
I thought I'd get both of those announcements out of the way BEFORE I unleash the excerpts, because I know some missed it the last time since they were laughing so hard!
Drum roll please!!.......
The winner, using random.org is
E. Ayer July 30, 2013 at 1:45 AM
For #10 I pick INSERTED
Congratulations, E! You've won a copy of one of Christine's backlist books! Please contact me as soon as possible!
Stay tuned, because tomorrow I'll post a new Mad Lib Game for next week's Mad Lib Monday.
And now, a word from Christine!
Hi
Nikki and Nikki’s readers! I’m excited to be here to play Mad
Lib. This little excerpt is from my latest release from the
Indulgence line with Entangled Publishing titled Bachelor’s
Special.
I’ll
give a little bit of a lead in so that you know what’s going on in
this snippet.
Jill
Adgate’s car broke down on a deserted road in the middle of a rain
storm. She called Chet Castle who is her boss and the man she made a
deal with to help her get her catering career jump started. The only
problem being that she didn’t count of her attraction becoming such
a distraction…
HAPPY
READING!!!
BLURB:
Saute, simmer, and flambĂ©…
Jill Adgate wants three
things from life: a successful catering business, the devoted love of
an exceptional man, and a family. What she has is no job, a mounting
pile of bills, and her outspoken best friend—who sets her up on a
blind date with the man who inadvertently ruined Jill’s life.
Chet Castle is a
prosperous businessman who has everything, except the ability to
trust. Burned by a money-hungry fiancée, he refuses to get involved
with any relationship that has a shelf life longer than a head of
lettuce.
Intrigued by her ambition—and
determined to get her in bed—Chet offers Jill the chance of a
lifetime: Work for him for the next eight weeks as his live-in chef
and he’ll help her get her catering business off the ground. When
sparks fly in the kitchen, Jill realizes what’s cooking with her
commitment-phobic employer is a recipe for disaster…but it’s just
too tasty to not take a bite.
Here's the Mad Libbed Excerpt. The words in red are the replaced words. The excerpt below this is the actual exerpt:
Less than
4,683 minutes later, Jill sat tucked beneath a soft
lick, knees against chest, heels on the edge of her seat. Heat, cranked to high, blasted from the vents of Chet’s car. Pure, blissful heaven.
“It’s like a tropical vacation in here.” She
camped.
He chuckled and, through the dimness, she sensed him glance in her direction, though she stared straight ahead. Ever the backseat driver, she paid attention to the road in case she needed to point out any hazards that might
skate into their path.
“Next time you need to go out, take one of my cars. I’d feel better knowing you were in a reliable vehicle.”
She couldn’t
sleep with that, though her pride wanted to. “I’ve been taking care of myself for so long—”
“—it’s just become habit.”
“Your psychic abilities freak me out sometimes.”
This time he laughed. The low rumble hummed along her
intestines. Even in semi-darkness, he oozed sex appeal. From her side vision, she peeked at him, not wanting to be too obvious. My God, he was an impressive man. Dark and
furry Not like she never noticed, but in the confines of his car, with minimal light, it became more obvious. He focused straight ahead,
eyelash relaxed. Strong fingers moved with confidence along the (NOUN) In the soft red glow of the instrument panel, he looked like
a
raindrop One on a mission.
Rescuing a damsel in distress.
In this movie script, she’d play the damsel. Her knees weakened at the idea. What would his superpower be? Maybe he’d fly, turn invisible, read minds, which he kind of already did. No. No, she knew exactly what his superpower would be.
She
inserted on her laugh, and he glanced at her and chuckled, too. Like he was in on her
dance studio.
Yes, Chet Castle’s superpower would be the ability to disintegrate underwear from any female form.
THE REAL EXCERPT:
Less than forty minutes later, Jill sat tucked beneath a soft blanket, knees against chest, heels on the edge of her seat. Heat, cranked to high, blasted from the vents of Chet’s car. Pure, blissful heaven.
“It’s like a tropical vacation in here.” She sighed.
He chuckled and, through the dimness, she sensed him glance in her direction, though she stared straight ahead. Ever the backseat driver, she paid attention to the road in case she needed to point out any hazards that might jump into their path.
“Next time you need to go out, take one of my cars. I’d feel better knowing you were in a reliable vehicle.”
She couldn’t argue with that, though her pride wanted to. “I’ve been taking care of myself for so long—”
“—it’s just become habit.”
“Your psychic abilities freak me out sometimes.”
This time he laughed. The low rumble hummed along her skin. Even in semi-darkness, he oozed sex appeal. From her side vision, she peeked at him, not wanting to be too obvious. My God, he was an impressive man. Dark and mysterious. Not like she never noticed, but in the confines of his car, with minimal light, it became more obvious. He focused straight ahead, face relaxed. Strong fingers moved with confidence along the steering wheel. In the soft red glow of the instrument panel, he looked like
a superhero. One on a mission.
Rescuing a damsel in distress.
In this movie script, she’d play the damsel. Her knees weakened at the idea. What would his superpower be? Maybe he’d fly, turn invisible, read minds, which he kind of already did. No. No, she knew exactly what his superpower would be.
She choked on her laugh, and he glanced at her and chuckled, too. Like he was in on her joke.
Yes, Chet Castle’s superpower would be the ability to disintegrate underwear from any female form.
Thanks for playing along. I’d love to share the blurb for Bachelor’s Special as well as the links so that we can connect in cyber space. And if Bachelor’s Special sounds like a read you might enjoy, I’ve included the buy links as well!
A bit about Christine:
Christine Warner is living her dream in Michigan along with her husband, three children, one laptop and a much loved assortment of furry friends.
Besides laughing and a good round of humor, she enjoys spending time with her family, cooking, reading, writing but no arithmitic. A confessed people watcher, she finds inspiration for her stories in everyday activities. She loves to read and write about strong heroes and determined, sometimes sassy, heroines.
A girl gone wild, at least where social media is concerned, she enjoys meeting other avid readers and writers on facebook, twitter and her website.
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