With Ol’ Windbag up at the head of the table in full steam about legalities, causing Lucky’s eyes to glaze over, he thought, What the hell? and let his imagination out to play. In a brief mental vacation he fisted those highlighted brown locks in his callused hands, as Bo’s enticingly sinful lips got down to business. Oh, baby, I bet you could suck the sheets straight up my ass, city boy.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Another episode of Saturday Snark!
Like last week, this snark comes from my Amber Quill Press novel, Diversion, because nearly everything out of Lucky's mouth, even his every thought, is snarky. He doesn't idle well, and while in a board room with a bunch of pharamceutical execs, his mind begins to wonder to his soon-to-be-new-partner, Bo.
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