CJ ENGLAND

CJ England credits her passion for writing to her second grade sweetheart, Steven, a blond haired cutie with dimples, who dumped her for a girl who could swing on the monkey bars. She wrote her first story about love and loss after that tragic episode.

Always feeling a little different from everyone else, CJ was never content to spend too much time doing the same thing, so she enjoys her writing for the simple reason that in a book, she can do anything she wants to do, and never gets bored.

In her life she has modeled, competed in rodeo as a barrel racer and trick rider, taught preschool, performed as an actress and singer, served cocktails at Disneyworld, specialized in production work, and got carried away by Spiderman when she worked with him at Universal Studios.

She calls herself a gypsy, due to her curiosity and "itchy feet", She has spent time in fourteen countries, and has visited forty two states in our own.

While she has been writing for years, CJ just started with E-publishing, when in December, her first manuscript, The Mylari Chronicles – The Soulmates, was accepted by Silk’s Vault Publishing.  But it was her second book, Hot Tubs and Hot Hunks – A Valentine’s Day Story that was first published.  It was released… February 11th, 2006.

HOT TUBS AND HOT HUNKS by CJ England

An Excerpt of HOT TUBS AND HOT HUNKS.....

Mandy was sitting at the computer when the doorbell rang.  She swore out loud and glanced at herself in the mirror.  Her face was covered with a blue facial mask, and her hair was a messy red pile at the top of her head.  “Maybe they’ll just go away,” she said as she stared at the door.

The doorbell rang again, followed by a loud pounding that made Mandy jump.  Whoever was at the door meant business.  “Oh well.  Mandy made a face at herself and felt the blue gunk on her face start to crack.  “It’s probably another salesman.  If anything, this will scare him away.”

She walked to the entry, just as another loud knock made the door rattle.  “I’m coming,” she shouted.  “Geesh, it better be important with all the noise you’re making.”  Mandy threw open the door and found herself staring into the most gorgeous hazel eyes she had ever seen.

Lord…he was hot.  His face had an outdoor tan with chiseled features and a nose that was slightly crooked, like it had been broken.  He had firm sensuous lips that made Mandy want to bite them, but even better was the faint cleft in his chin, barely seen because of the heavy stubble that covered it.  Mandy was a sucker for dimples.  He wore his dirty blond hair a little long, easy for a gal to grab a handful when necessary.  And those eyes… oh… my… god.  Fringed with long thick lashes, his eyes were a rainbow of green, brown and gold.

Tearing her eyes away from his face, Mandy checked out the rest of him and hoped that she didn’t start drooling.  Long and lanky, he stood about 6’ 2” of hard male flesh.  Even under his flannel shirt she could see the muscles in his arms.  His tight jeans showed off everything to its best advantage, especially the bulge at his crotch.

His crotch?  Mandy jerked her eyes back up to his that were now dancing with amusement.  Suddenly she remembered the facial.  Closing her eyes, she almost groaned.   Great… the hottest man she’d ever seen shows up at HER house, and she looked like a big blue Smurf with really bad skin.  Opening her eyes again, she smiled sickly, feeling the mask crack even more.  “Errr…  I… Can I… help you?”

It was all Sawyer could do to keep from laughing.  Here she was… the woman he’d been thinking about for days, and she looked like a dried up blueberry whose head was on fire.  At least her fine body could still be seen.  She was wearing tight green stretch leggings and an off the shoulder t-shirt that was snug from too many washings.  Saliva pooled in his mouth when he saw she wasn’t wearing a bra.  Her perky nipples pressed against the worn fabric.  Sawyer swallowed hard.

“I’m here with your delivery,” he managed.  “Where do you want it?”

Mandy stared at him in confusion, thinking of the many ways she’d like to interpret that statement.  “What delivery?

Sawyer frowned.  “I’m from Hedonistic Hot Tubs.  I’m here to set up the hot tub you ordered.”

Mandy poked out her lower lip as she thought, making Sawyer wonder what was wrong with him, because he wanted to chew on that lip, blue gunk and all.

“It’s not supposed to be delivered until the 12^th.  You’re early.”

Raising a blond eyebrow, Sawyer looked at her.  Today is February 12^th.”

Many shook her head.  “No it’s not.  I specifically set it up for Saturday the 12^th, ‘cause I wouldn’t be working.  This is only Wednesday.”

Sawyer rubbed his chin.  “I don’t know what to tell you…except today is the 12^th.”

“Wait a minute…”  Turning, she disappeared into the house.

Sawyer rocked back on his heels.  Okay, so this wasn’t going quite the way he’d planned.   First, he couldn’t see her face because of the goop, and now he was having doubts about her intelligence.

“Here’s my calendar,” he heard her mutter from inside the house, “and today is Wednesday…  Ohhh baby… did I wake you up?”

Sawyer’s heart dropped.  Her voice had gone low and loving, the way a woman’s did when she talked to a sweetheart.  Damn it… she was involved.

“Go on back to bed.  I won’t be long.  I just have to clear this up and then I’ll get you some food… okay?”

Sawyer couldn’t hear any reply, even though he leaned as far in the doorway as he could.   He pulled himself upright when she came swinging back around the corner.

“Here… see?  It is Wednesday!”  She shoved a small calendar at him.  “You’re early.”

Taking it, Sawyer closed his eyes and counted for patience.  Nice ass and no brain, he thought.  Handing it back to her, he tore off the top three pages of the day-by-day calendar.   “Now… it’s Saturday.”

Mandy stared down at the daily pages that the guy had ripped off.  She felt her cheeks get warm.  She’d done it again.  Forgotten to tear off the days.  Could she look any more foolish to him?  First the mask, and now…   “Oh.”

Rolling his eyes, Sawyer motioned to the waiting truck.  “Can we get started?  Or is this the wrong address too?”

Mandy narrowed her eyes.  “Don’t be a smart ass.  I’ve just been a little distracted lately.”   She sighed.  “I guess this means I missed CSI again.  Damn.”

“It was a repeat.”  Sawyer was surprised that the ditsy redhead would watch such a show.   He’d expected maybe MTV or the shopping channel.

Mandy brightened.  “Cool.”  Then her lip poked out again.  “But I’m still late on my bills.”  She looked up at Sawyer who was standing there patiently.  “Sorry.”

Sawyer couldn’t help but grin.  She may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but even with the gunk, there was something about her.  “If you show me where to put it, we can get started.”

When Mandy smiled ruefully at him, a large piece of her face broke off and fell onto the calendar.  She heard the delivery guy choke back a laugh and she sighed.  So much for seducing him, he’d probably die laughing first.

Chuckling, Sawyer said, “Why don’t you just point the way and we’ll get it moved to the back.  You can… ahhh… fix your face.”

Wishing she could disappear, Mandy pointed around the side of the house.  “That’s the easiest way.  Then around to the back deck.”

“Great.”  Sawyer moved toward the truck, but some little devil inside him made him turn back around.  “Ms. Hinshaw?”

Mandy stopped in the process of closing the door.  “Yes?”

“You may want to check your TV when you go back inside.”

“My TV?”

Sawyer couldn’t help the grin that broke out on his face.  “Yeah, they’re probably looking for the escaped Smurfette as we speak.”

Mandy’s eyes widened as she watched him walk away, noting that his ass was as fine as the rest of him.  She gave a little giggle, and then a laugh.  Giving up, she leaned back on the doorjamb and howled.  She’d been right.  She did look like a Smurf.