“You have a great ass,” she whispered.
“It’s all yours,” I challenged her. “You only gotta ask.”
“Maybe I won’t ask; maybe I’ll just grab a hold,” she laughed.
“Fine by me.”
As the trees thinned out, I could see people already laying out beach towels, and a couple of guys throwing a football. Some of them I knew, but there were several I didn’t. I thought maybe they went to Viera or Rockledge schools.
Yansi laid out two towels for us while Megan took charge of the food and Esther was eye-fucking one of the guys playing football.
I tugged off my t-shirt and plopped down next to Yansi. She was wearing some real short cut-off jeans that showed her butt cheeks, and a tank top that was cropped above her belly button. She looked incredible.
“How come you were allowed to leave the house like that?” I teased.
She smirked at me and pointed to her sweater.
“I tied this around my waist. Papi couldn’t tell the difference.”
“And your mom?”
Yansi laughed. “She just shook her head and said to tell you hi.”
My lucky number is 13 because I was born on the 13th and live near a haunted castle by the ocean. My number one past-time is watching hot surfers get changed into (and out of) their wetsuits.
My husband doesn’t read my books. My mother does.
Writing is my love, my hobby, my total addiction. All my characters are important to me and whisper their stories, even when I’ve finished writing their books. That’s why you’ll often find bonus chapters/out-takes from various books, because those voices just won’t be quiet.