Mid Week Tease: If Florence Nightingale was a man… #MWTease
Oh we are teasin’ again. 🙂 Here’s a new snippet from HUNGER UNBOUND. You might consider it a wee bit spoilery, but it’s tough to pick a snippet from a book that’s a sequel without giving anything away. I tried! I did! I toiled and sweat and bit my nails…. *grin*
Anyway, here is Miranda (the heroine and narrator) and her bestie Anna having a chat about one of my favorite characters, Gregory. If you haven’t read HUNGER EMBRACED, well, you need to know that Gregory is close to seven feet tall. Dark hair. Eyes so deep blue they’re violet. Has a crazy penchant for flirting.
Oh, and he’s Scottish. Complete with a brogue he rolls out now and then:
“Hey.” Gravel filled her voice.
“Hey.” I didn’t know what to say.
“Thanks for helping to patch me up.”
“I’m sorry I had to.” I picked at the bottom of the sweat shirt. I peeked at her face, then away again. “How’d you get the robe on? Not that I mind that you’re wearing it or anything.”
“Gregory helped me.” She blushed. “He’s the world’s sexiest Florence Nightingale.”
“Do you know what I call him sometimes?”
A giggle slipped out. “T.D.E. Tall, dark, and edible.”
“Pretty damned accurate, that.” We laughed, and some of the tension dissipated.
I kneaded her shoulder. “I’m sorry about this. I know that doesn’t change anything or fix it, but I am sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.” She scooted toward me and leaned her head over until it rested on my shoulder. “Please try to control your feelings M. My head is pounding like AC/DC is in residence.”
“Sorry.” I thought harder about the wall in my head. Made it solid steel, so tall and wide the ends evaded disappeared from view. “Do you want some tea?”
She sighed. “Gregory has been force feeding it to me all morning. He insists it’s going to fix me. He’s incredibly pushy for such a big ‘ole piece of beefcake.”
I sniggered and her cheek wrinkled in a grin. “Has he tried his accent on you?”
“Oh yeah.” She shrugged. “So I cried.”
“You did the fake cry? And he fell for it?” Anna’s ability to produce tears on command had long been a source of envy for me.
“You are the man. I bow down before your awesomeness. So why are you out here and not in the bedroom?”
“Chance is in the bed and even though he’s unconscious I don’t want to jostle him. Plus he’s naked. A naked strange man.”
“Yeah. I kinda forgot about him. Does that make me a bad person?”
“Nah, it makes you an overwhelmed person. Life has gotten interesting in a death defying way the past few days.” She yawned. “I think I prefer eating gummies and dealing with coupon ladies, even if it means no hot men to constantly mother hen me.”
Another fit of giggles bubbled up. “You better stop saying that. You’re going to give him a big head.”
“Pfft. I’ll blame it all on pain killers. Besides, he knows it already. Probably has an entire harem in Scotland lying around on plaid pillows with their feet in the air hoping he’ll fall on them naked.”
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