Whenever Christie Craig speaks, I listen. She's the funniest person I know. She's got a book coming out at the end of the month and she agreed to pop by to get our appetites whetted for BLAME IT ON TEXAS.
Here's what Christie has to say about BLAME IT ON TEXAS.
Ten Things You Will Learn from Blame
it on Texas.
1. Guys don’t like to play dress up; but
when one willingly dresses as a clown for his six-year-old niece’s birthday
party—because the real clown canceled—he’s one special uncle. And could possibly make a special hero
for some lucky lady.
2. Sometimes,
fear itself can do much more damage to us than the thing we’re actually afraid
of.
3. Any
man who doesn’t cuss up a blue streak when you dump a plate of hot grits on him
can’t be all bad. (In fact, he
might just be The One.)
4. It’s
important to remember the lessons of the past so we can use them when making
decisions for the future. But
those lessons should never keep us from having the future we deserve.
5. Before
accusing the sexy guy who pounced, knocked you down, and crawled on top of you
of being foreplay impaired; check to see if someone is shooting at you.
6. The
southern delicacy of a banana and mayonnaise sandwich may be an acquired taste,
especially when a hungry hero chomps down on the delicacy and is expecting ham
and cheese.
7. If
you think getting caught screaming and dancing on top of a mattress—all while
attempting to rescue your cat from an overzealous dog—can be slightly
embarrassing, try doing it while you’re wet from the shower, and as naked as a
jay bird. Oh, and just to make it
even more fun, make sure you're caught by your possible love interest who
hasn’t seen you naked yet, and . .
. (yes it can get worse) his two best friends.
8. It’s
downright amazing how playing a few rounds of Strip Scrabble can spice up an
evening.
9. A
family doesn’t always have to be the people who share your bloodline;
sometimes, the best families are those we make when we gather together all the
people we love.
“When things go right,
laugh; when thing go wrong, laugh harder.”—Christie Craig’s Grandmother.
My grandmother’s
advice is the the motto I live by, it’s also the motto I’ve passed down to all
my characters.
Excerpt:
When Tyler spotted the silver Cobalt
with Alabama tags parked around the back of the diner, a thrill shot through
him. After parking, he took a minute to figure out how best to approach Zoe. How best to find out why she was
snooping around on, and under, his desk?
Inside, he immediately spotted her
waiting on an elderly couple.
His gaze did a quick up and down of her
shapely body. She filled out the white skirt and top to perfection. When she
moved to a dirty table and started stacking dishes, he moved forward.
“Mind if I sit here?” He waited for her
to look up, anticipating her reaction.
“No problem.” She barely glanced at him.
When she leaned over to clean the far
end of the table, his gaze shifted to her ass and he recalled watching her
crawl across his office floor.
“Coffee?” She gave the table two more
swipes, her hips moving with the circular motion.
“That would be fine.” He sat down. “Thanks.”
He waited to see if she’d meet his gaze
and hoped for a flash of recognition, but she didn’t look at him directly. He
watched her step away. She snagged a cup and filled it. Then turning back, she
placed the coffee on a tray loaded down with three plates of food.
She moved toward him and set the coffee
on his table while balancing the tray with her other hand.
“Got some cream?”
Her gaze shot to his face, and her blue
eyes widened with recognition.
He grinned.
She didn’t move, but one of the plates
on her tray did. She adjusted her hold on the tray as if trying to prevent the
disaster, but it was too late. Tyler saw it happening, but there was nothing he
could do to stop it. The white plate flew off the tray, heading right at his
head. He dodged the plate, but the warm grits and scrambled eggs made a direct
hit with his face.
“Shit,” she muttered as the plate
crashed to the floor.
He knocked a blob of butter from his
cheek and looked at her. Her quick step back sent the second and third plate
racing across the tray, and, once again, he was the finish line. Shredded
potatoes, accompanied by the half-cooked eggs, plopped right in his lap.
Somehow, he’d managed to catch one plate,
but the other plate bounced off the table, hit the linoleum, and shattered. As
a thick glob of grits fell from the end of his nose, laughter exploded from the
other diner patrons.
“I…” She stared at him.
He scooted his chair back from the table
and stared down at himself. She dropped the tray on the edge of his table,
grabbed his napkin, and started wiping globs of still warm grits off his chest.
She kept wiping, following the trail of food down to his lap. She attempted to
flop one half-cooked egg from his crotch. But the yoke burst and he watched it
run between his legs.
Finally, she raised her head and met his
gaze. He stared into her beautiful blue eyes and the sweetest mouth he could
ever remember seeing. Appearing almost as mesmerized by his gaze as he was by
hers, her hand slipped deeper between his legs. Her gentle touch came in direct
contact with sensitive body parts and felt pretty damn good, too. She jumped
back as if suddenly realizing where her hand was.
A smile pulled at his mouth. “It’s
okay.” Actually it was more than
okay. By damn, she was a pretty
thing.
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I'm so happy Christie stopped by to share with us and I hope you'll preorder a copy of Christie's book today!
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