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.
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.”
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.
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?”
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.
here with your delivery,” he managed. “Where do you want it?”
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.”
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.
not supposed to be delivered until the 12th. You’re
Raising a blond eyebrow, Sawyer looked at her. Today is
shook her head. “No it’s not. I specifically set it up for
Saturday the 12th, ‘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 12th.”
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
“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
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.”
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.”
was a repeat.” Sawyer was surprised that the ditsy redhead
would watch such a show. He’d expected maybe MTV or the
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.”
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
“Great.” Sawyer moved toward the truck, but some little
devil inside him made him turn back around. “Ms. Hinshaw?”
stopped in the process of closing the door. “Yes?”
may want to check your TV when you go back inside.”
Sawyer couldn’t help the grin that broke out on his face.
“Yeah, they’re probably looking for the escaped Smurfette as we
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