View Full Version : Special Excerpt: Are you familiar with the Two D’s? Louisiana Hot Sauce M/C PG13

Mickie Sherwood
August 25th, 2011, 10:26 PM
Evening, all,

I’ve been hard at it—pounding away on two WIPs. I love bayou scenery and tricked out big rigs. **hint-hint**

I also submitted a sweet paranormal romance for a certain contest. Yea!

But, my first sweet read is what I want to bring back to your attention.

Are you familiar with the two D’s? If love has ever tested you—yes, you are.

Desire and denial. Mesha and Jack fight against both.

Which emotion will capture their battling hearts?

Louisiana Hot Sauce - 5 Stars RRP Reader Review

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Words: 101,210


Reclusive Mesha Rayburn's safe haven disintegrated when athletic Jack Connolly raced into her life. He was like an uninvited guest to her pity party. Yet, his brashness stoked her dormant emotions and injected spunk into her veins with every bated word. And—calling the cinnamon-skinned Black woman "biggety" didn't help matters.

Mechanic Jack Connolly thought the trip down South to patch up and retrieve the bullet-ridden helicopter would be a pain. He never imagined the rhetoric becoming reality. But, thanks to Mesha's panicked outcry, it had. The pain radiating in his palm bothered him less than the one in his rear. Bold and beautiful, he had to know why she hid out in the boonies. As her transient tenant, he intended to find out at the risk of feeling the sting of her Louisiana Hot Sauce temper.

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Special Excerpt: (PG13)

The increasing rattle consumed the quiet surrounding her, blasting the tranquil scene to smithereens.

Watching the dually eel by launched her suspicions.

The truck turned onto her lane and came to a dead stop, compelling her wariness at the intrusion. The tinted glass kept the occupant’s identity secret. A trill slinked up her spine and it wasn’t from the cold as she measured the distance to safety. Nervous about moving or remaining put, she chose to back in the opposite direction to increase her chances of escape.

The motor idled on ominously.

She watched as the driver’s door crept open, a booted foot hit the motorized running board that slid out, a hand clutched the top of the door for leverage and a goateed and mustached Jack materialized, bracing both arms over the door. Snow gathered on his bare head as he studied her reaction without making any effort to get out of the truck. For the life of her, she didn’t know why he turned up on her doorstep. It would have been simpler and a kinder, gentler thing to courier the divorce papers.

The coward in Mesha refused to let her feet move an inch more.

Jack waited for some sign from her granting him permission to come forward. All she did was gape at him in astonishment. Her image engraved in his brain and branded his heart. He thought fatigue played with his eyes when he’d spotted an orange apparition on the snowy road. The slippery surface made for slow going. So, it disappeared by the time he crested the next hill. Not in a million years would he have thought her the loony adventurer. The freezing temp caused him to question her condition, especially when he saw her shivers from his perch.

Someone had to make the first move. It might as well be him.

“Mesha,” Jack hailed her. The cold apparently affected her hearing, for she never responded. In a surprising move, she aimed her camera and shot a picture of him ogling her. “I would have gotten here sooner if not for bad visibility.”

Mesha tried to say something. However, fear sewed her lips together to keep her secret a secret a while longer. Loose snow showered down on her from limbs above. Her bare hand absently dusted at her jacket. A familiar sound arrested her heartbeat, yanked her alarmed eyes up suddenly then back over at Jack as the bough cracked before breaking with a thunderous roar.

“Mesha!” he screamed as he spotted flashes of color between the descending branches before she disappeared from sight, the fallen treetop obscuring his vision. “Me-sha!” Jack was out and running to her rescue, a cold sweat wetting his brow, afraid to see what awaited him; horrified at the cost to her if he didn’t. He had no way to know her intuition told her to step backward a few feet just in the nick of time.

… The slushy footsteps racing her way belonged to Jack. She read the fear on his face as he realized what was about to happen. She heard his cries from the other side of the debris. His body rammed hers when he rounded the obstruction separating them.

“God, Mesha!” He hugged her tightly as the near tragedy replayed in his mind. “Are you okay?”

Jack pushed back to look her over.

“What are you doing here?” she asked and saw the light in his eyes dim.

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