Date Night – Who Knew? – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning, my peeps!  The sun is shining, mostly, it’s cold outside but not that bad (for us Quebecers, that is), I’ve got a nice big cappuccino keeping me warm and this fire in the picture provided by Anshu Bhojnagarwala sure helps even if it is virtual!

Always, a thank you to Rochelle Wisoff(no ‘e’)-Fields for gathering her flock to some sort of order week after week.

Have a great day!

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Date Night – Who Knew?

You bastard! Siobhan raised her hand to hit him and he grabbed her wrist, pulling her to his hard, manly body.  She opened her mouth to swear and he slammed his lips against hers, silencing her.  His undeniable desire against her belly caused her body to respond with a burning heat that rose from her—

Betsy tossed the book aside.  Good grief!  Who reads this stuff?

Steve picked up Loves Raging Fire, “Whatcha reading?”

Nothing!”

Ignoring her, he started to read aloud:

Riordan’s hand slid up Siobhan’s thigh to her —

“Whoa! Sexy!”

And so began a new date night ritual…