#DownAndDirtyTuesday with London St. James and Rose Nickol
This week we find out what London and Rose think Down and Dirty means...
London St. James says...
What does Down and Dirty mean to me? When you are with that someone special and you let all your inhibitions go and go at it—lips, hands, teeth, tongues—down and dirty, baby!
Excerpt from Destiny Happened
“Stupid, stupid, stupid…”
My breathless mutterings were meant for no one but me. Because seriously, I was stupid. Look up the word in the dictionary and you’d see a big ol’ picture of my dumb face. I’d just kissed a stranger and ran. A ‘kiss and run’ if you will. Not only was I stupid, but I might also be insane. Like, total zonkers!
Why did I do what I did?
Okay. The why was simple. Or, at least, I thought it was at the time. I wanted to make my ex jealous. Show the douche-canoe I’d moved on just fine without his no good ass. Let him know he’d been easy to forget. Prove I was so over him, it wasn’t even funny.
You’re probably thinking the ex? Let me back up a bit.
When a group of Oktoberfester’s shifted, most of them watching the hip-wiggle/ass-jiggle Linds was doing, someone started catcalling. This had me looking in the direction of the whistles, and that’s when I became aware of Mr. Shirtless. With the chiseled cheekbones of a Greek God, he stood a few feet away in low-slung denim—glistening in the sun.
Hello! With a rock-hard bod like his, who wouldn’t notice?
I’m pretty sure he hadn’t been the whistler, but I was certain he had been watching Lindy. Then his gaze slid to me as I took him in. Honestly, the man’s abs alone should be bronzed. It was like I’d stepped into one of those hot guy calendar shoots, his more than a six-pack rippling.
And did I mention glistening? I think I did, but it’s worth mentioning again.
That man’s midsection with the V-cut was enough to bring a grown woman to her knees in adoration. But just as I was about to stop myself from gawking at all those large, well-defined muscles flexing as the tall, dark-haired hottie wiped sweat from his bare chest, someone else redirected my attention.
Of all the places the asshat could be, there he was, mixed in with a group to Mr. Shirtless’s left! He shouldn’t have mattered. I shouldn’t have allowed the sight of him to burrow under my skin, but there was no helping it. Jenner had his arm curled around the shoulders of that woman as they strolled along a line of vendors—she smiling up at him all happy while he winked down at her.
Heat, and not from the sun, prickled along the back of my neck.
Seeing them out together—him more attentive to her than he’d ever been with me—pissed me the hell off. Thus, I made a rash decision and did something completely nuts. I strolled up to Mr. Shirtless like I knew him and laid one on him.
Or maybe he laid one on me.
Either way, we kissed. Hard. With tongue. And he smelled good. Clean sweat and something a bit caramel-spiced. And the way my stranger pulled me into him—alpha male possessive—God help me. Though, the real ‘holy wow’ moment came when I realized the man had developed an impressive erection while thrusting his tongue against mine, and he wasn’t afraid to use it.
Truth here. Stranger or not, when he pressed himself against me—hard and commanding—lightning struck my core.
Let’s just say, lip-locking with Mr. Shirtless had been, well… kind of mind-blowing. And after, when he looked into my eyes—his the color of chocolate swirled with honey gold—I think I lost my ability to breathe.
Then, Bam! Reality hit me.
Not only had I made a complete and total fool of myself, but my spur-of-the-moment decision hadn’t worked. Jenner and the skank had strolled on by—engrossed in each other. He never noticed me nor my brilliant public display of kissing the lips off another man.
Slowing to more of a power walk than a run, I glanced around. “Shit!” I’d been so hell-bent to just go, I’d gone in the complete opposite direction of where I’d left Lindy.
Body jittery with adrenaline, I turned around and started on my way back to her.
“Hey, babe. There you are.” Lindy strolled up, handed me a strip of chicken teriyaki on a stick, and frowned. “Where did you go? I lost you for a little while.”
“Jenner,” I said, disgusted. “He’s here.”
“Is that why you’re all flushed?” Her head jerked around as though ready to go another round with him and the skank. “Did the buttmunch say something to you?”
“No. I kind of strolled up to some random hot guy and kissed him to make the asshole jealous, but he didn’t even notice.”
Lindy’s eyes went wide. “Say what?”
With a nod, I spilled. Jenner with the woman. How they looked together. Mr. Shirtless. The PDA. The entire crazy tale.
When I was done, my bestie grabbed my shirt sleeve. “Show me the guy.”
“No way.” I shook my head. “I made a complete fool of myself and added to it by running away, Linds. I can’t take you to see him. I’m embarrassed enough as it is.”
“Come on. We’ll just stroll but keep our distance, and you can point him out.”
I groaned. “What if he sees me?”
“We’ll be sneaky.” She tugged at me. “Let’s go.”
“All right. This way.”
Being careful not to be noticed, I led Linds over toward Pops Brats, only I didn’t see Mr. Shirtless.
“He’s not around,” I said.
“Damn it.” Lindy sounded disappointed.
And me? Well, I couldn’t be sure if I was relieved my sexy stranger was no longer there or despondent I’d never see him again.
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And Miss Rose had this to say...
Down and Dirty to me is the nitty gritty of it all. The nasty, sweaty filthiness of it all.
Here's a blurb for her story in the anthology... Rescuing Trent
Blurb: Trent Simmons had spent his life helping others. He spent several years infiltrating a human trafficking slavery ring recusing countless women. Pricilla Wilder had decided she was happy living alone. She didn’t need a man in her life. Then an insane madman targeted her and her sister trying to extract revenge on their father. Trent was assigned to be one of Pricilla’s bodyguards. The woman was smart, and sexy. Trent can’t ignore the feelings she awakens within him—feelings he thought had died years ago. Can he convince her to give him a chance or will fate once again destroy his world?
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