Thursday, August 9, 2012

Christie Craig Speaks!

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!


5 comments:

  1. Sounds awesome! This is definitely one on my Gotta Read It! list and I just pre-ordered. Oh, and the laughter thing? Totally agree.

    Julie

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  2. Hi Lori!

    Thanks so much for posting this. I can't wait for the release. And thanks, Julie!

    CC

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  3. I cannot wait to get this next book. And I so agree with your Grandmother....

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  4. after reading that little excerpt i don't think i can wait until the 28th to read it!!!!

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  5. Loved the post, Christie girl! So proud of you and your success! Keep writing those terrific Texas books, ya' hear?

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