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Wednesday, February 16, 2011
GUEST BLOG: JAN BOWLES
With Valentines Day just over, I guess our thoughts have turned to love. Love can come in many forms. It can hit you straight between the eyes, and you fall instantly in love, or it can be a slower process.
Cue light romantic music playing in the background.
I first met my husband twenty-eight years ago. I don't think it was love at first sight, but there was something going on. I remember the night in question as though it was yesterday, when he spilt his beer all down my clothes, and said, "Don't worry, it's only an old coat."
Did you hear that pleasant music grind to a screeching halt?
Now, I can almost hear you ask, why did you even consider him as a potential lover? Well, I suppose I've always had a soft spot for the devil may care rogue, with the delicious cheeky smile.
So if you're on a date, or at a party and things go disastrously wrong, don't worry. You may have just found Mr Right!
In my latest cowboy romance things didn't start out too well for Ash and Zack.
Excerpt from Shackled by the Cowboy Drifter, when Ash and Zack meet for the first time.
With pad and pencil ready, Ash walked up to table five. He was still studying the menu, so she let her gaze wander from the tip of his cowboy boots, past the tight fitting Wranglers, to his strong muscular chest.
This guy did some serious workouts. She could clearly see the six-pack abs under his tight-fitting clothes.
Girl, you need to get a grip and stop salivating.
Maisy was right. She’d been without a man for far too long. Nine months seemed an awful long time to be single, but then hadn’t she been burned badly by Rob? She hadn’t looked at another man since they’d split. Well, not until now.
Ash noted his black, wavy collar-length hair that fell about his temples, the strong jaw line, the way his large hands held on firmly to the menu. His skin the color of warm teak appeared rugged and weather-beaten. He looked to be in his mid-thirties. When his eyes finally locked with hers, she swallowed hard. Bright blue and striking against his well-tanned skin, they simply took her breath away.
"What can I get you, cowboy?" Her voice sounded shaky even to her own ears, and she hoped he didn’t notice.
"I’ll have ham, with eggs over easy." She assumed from his drawl he was from the South. So he wasn’t a local. Too bad, the guy was just probably passing through.
"Say, do you have any grits?"
She shook her head, pointing with her pencil. "Only what’s on the menu."
"Hmm, then I’ll have hash browns and coffee."
He nodded as she repeated his order back to him. He seemed to notice her for the first time, his gaze slowly travelling from her hands to her face. She had a sudden feeling that he’d ripped the clothes right off her.
"Is that an English accent?"
"Yes," she answered. Now that he’d turned toward her, she noticed the cuts on the one side of his face. The man looked dangerous, and just a little exciting.
"Don’t tell me. You came to seek your fame and fortune in Hollywood but ended up waiting tables instead." With an amused expression on his face, he leaned back in his seat and waited for her to answer.
If she hadn’t been so annoyed by his glib observation, her jaw would have dropped open. He had her life story to a T in just five minutes flat. She gave him a tight smile. "Yes, we’re a sad bunch. Like the song said, ‘All the stars that never were, are pumping gas and parking cars.’ Guess you now know why I work in this sleazy diner, serving dumbass customers."
Before he could say anything, she lifted up her notepad and continued, "I’d better place your order, cowboy." With that, she turned and walked away
Okay, so when we meet, it's not always perfect, but who cares. Please leave a comment and let me know how you met the love of your life.
At present Jan Bowles lives in Lincolnshire, England. As a young girl she lived in Los Angeles. When she's not writing romantic fiction, she loves painting landscapes and taking casual walks across the Fens. Jan Bowles writes exclusively for Siren-Bookstrand.