This week’s theme is much better than last week’s weep-fest. LOL. Today our plan is to make you laugh! As soon as I saw the theme, I knew I would share a snippet from my latest Ellora’s Cave release, Saturday Night Special. I like to joke that my hope is to grow up to be the dirty Evanovich. Saturday Night Special was my first attempt at that goal! I like to call it a cross between I Love Lucy and The Hangover. This excerpt shows the hero and heroine (Aaron and Riley) meeting a hooker in Vegas whom they hope will be able to give them some information in regards to their missing friend.
After a very late lunch, Riley and Aaron headed back to the spot where the clerk at Sal’s said they would find Bubbles. They’d nearly reached the corner when Riley stopped mid-stride.
“Holy shit,” she muttered, her gaze falling on Bubbles.
Aaron had gone two steps farther when he spotted the woman as well and halted.
“Jesus,” he said.
Riley stood rooted to the spot, blinking several times. The clerk hadn’t been lying about Bubbles’ love of animal prints, but she hadn’t really fully appreciated his joke about them not loving her until this moment.
Aaron walked back toward her. “Wow.” His grin proved he was enjoying Riley’s reaction.
Riley looked at him and shook her head in disbelief. “Tit Mecca.”
“Oh yeah,” he agreed. “Not sure I’ve ever seen…” His words faded away unfinished as he turned to look at the hooker again.
“That woman has managed to squeeze her 34DDD boobs into an extra-small shirt. It’s like…”
“Like she’s defying gravity,” Aaron finished for her. “The animal print certainly accentuates her…”
Riley studied Bubbles, prying her eyes away from the woman’s chest to take in the rest of her. She was tall, close to six feet—not including her hair, which added at least another three or four inches to her towering frame. Her hair was long, teased to within an inch of its life and—as they’d been warned—pink. Hot pink. Her dark skin and eyes betrayed her Hispanic heritage and she was wearing a wildly patterned spandex shirt that barely contained her girls.
Riley could now understand the woman’s nickname. Her “bubbles” were very impressive, given the fact the woman possessed such a lanky frame. She wasn’t sure how Bubbles was remaining upright with all that weight in front. She had on super-tight pants that outlined her shapely ass and legs, and strangely, despite her crazy outfit and hair, Riley considered Bubbles one of the most beautiful women she’d ever seen.
Aaron turned to face her again and from the corner of her eye, she saw his smile grow.
“You doing okay, Riley?”
She narrowed her eyes. “Think I just got my first serious girl crush.”
He laughed. “On Bubbles? Jesus, I’m gonna have to get you out of Vegas soon. You’re starting to fit in here.”
“Didn’t know this place was Titty City. Don’t you think she looks sort of hot?”
“I’m trying to look at her face, Riley, I swear to God. It’s just—those boobs. It’s like a train wreck. I can’t make myself look away.”
She laughed. “Men. So typical. Come on. Let’s see if she knows where Bella is.”