Please welcome my fellow Etopian, Anne Lange, who has just launched her first scorching romance, Worth the Risk! If you leave Anne a comment with your email you'll be entered to WIN a $5 GC and a copy of Worth the Risk! This is the only offer of its kind around, so be sure you enter.
Now Anne will introduce herself with a provocative question --
Boxers or Briefs? A woman’s perspective.
Typically this is a question asked of the guys. And every guy will have a different answer. Some like boxers because they’re light and airy. Nothing *ahem* is being constricted. But I have to say, I’d think they’d bunch in some uncomfortable places. I mean, if I were to wear, essentially a pair of loose shorts under my jeans, it would drive me nuts. I can picture myself pulling up my pants and then shoving my hand down each leg trying to smooth out the material.
Nothing’s worse than a crimp in your clothes. Because you know it’s there. It’s distracting as hell. Maybe you can see it but can’t do anything about it. Maybe it’s rubbing. Maybe it only irritates you when you sit or stand or move a certain way. When you walk you’re adjusting your gait trying to work it out. Now you just look silly to everybody you pass in the hall or on the street.
Some guys like briefs because of the fit or as I like to call it “the hug factor”. That nice soft cotton molded close to the body. Not that I see many guys parading up and down the street in just their briefs – but wouldn’t that be awesome? It would take away the wonder and speculation. J
And then there are different styles of briefs. Longer leg, shorter leg, relaxed fit, tight fight. I think this is the one piece of clothing where the men probably have just as many choices as us girls do.
Now, my preference, truly, is…commando. There’s just something about the image of a guy standing there, bare chested, bare feet, with the snap undone on his well-washed baby soft sky-blue jeans. There’s not a hint of a waistband showing underneath. That’s enticing.
That’s my perspective and preference on boxers or briefs. But I’m just one woman with one opinion. What’s yours?
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Even the hottest sex might not be enough to ease the pain of the past…
Molly Simpson arrives at a beautiful provincial park, ready to spend the May Two-Four holiday camping with friends. This weekend is the highlight of her year—or it was, until Tanner Daivies showed up. Her high school crush is all grown up, sexy as sin, and he’s demanding answers—answers Molly isn’t sure she can give him. She had her reasons for leaving him all those years ago, but now, sex with Tanner is scorching, and when they’re together, it’s clear they were never meant to be apart. But the past doesn’t want to stay buried, and Molly isn’t sure reliving it is worth the risk…
Excerpt:Worth the Risk
It was really him. Curiosity got the better of her, and she glanced back over her shoulder. Memories assaulted her as he removed his six-foot-plus frame from the car to stand in the center of the welcome circle. Her friends were all talking at him, their voices filled with excitement. Judging by his glazed expression, their reaction left him a little overwhelmed.
Ten years. She rubbed her chest, thinking back to the invisible ache that had bothered her earlier on the drive here. She’d struggled the entire two hours to keep her focus on the road and not on painful memories from her past.
She flexed her fingers. Maybe the cause of her earlier distress was the fact that this year served as a milestone. Ten years since graduation, ten years since she last saw Tanner, and ten years since…fuck. When did she start counting? Molly searched the area for possible escape routes.
Colleen’s gentle shake brought her back to the moment. “Brad texted me earlier and said he took the afternoon off. He also said he was bringing a surprise with him. He’s been dating somebody new. I just assumed—”
“Um…yeah. I wouldn’t have expected Brad’s surprise to be Tanner either. It…ah…caught me off guard. That’s—” Oh, crap. “I just need a few minutes.”
“You’ve got no color in your face. I’m sure it will be OK. Awkward, yes, but probably fine.”
Molly’s heart palpitated. Colleen’s mouth moved, but the buzz in her ears drowned out the words. She swallowed hard. Air, she needed air.
“Besides, the others won’t let him cause a scene. You’re the one we’ve stayed close to over the years, not him. Our allegiance is to you, honey.”
Molly swung her gaze to where her childhood friends had gathered around the car, effectively pinning Tanner against it. Sam and Olivia, a couple since they were in diapers, were married now, and both glowed like beacons.
Violet, a transplant from Toronto when her parents divorced, hovered close, waiting for her turn to say hi.
Brad and Tanner had been best friends through grade school and high school. Brad had been pissed when Tanner left town without a word to anyone. Looked as though he got over it.
Molly had never told anybody why she and Tanner broke up. She’d stressed over it at the time, deflecting comments from friends about him disappearing days before graduation. She hated the thought of being subjected to the pity she’d see on their faces if they knew the truth. Everybody just assumed the breakup had been his doing. She never corrected them, just implied she’d agreed with his decision.
Colleen’s words began to cut through the insistent noise. Molly nodded. “Thank you. That means more to me than you know.” Unshed tears burned her eyes. She opened her mouth and sucked in a shaky breath, but at least she had oxygen in her lungs now. “You’re right. It will be…fine.” She gulped. “Why don’t you go over and say hi?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I’m going to wait here for a few more minutes.” She began calculating the odds of sneaking past her friends and making a quick getaway before any of them noticed. She made a mental note to back her car in next time.
“OK.” Colleen gave her a final squeeze and walked over to join the others.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Molly closed her eyes, wishing for a paper bag. A really big one. She so did not need this in her life right now.
Anne Lange grew up with a love of reading. In fact, if you take a close look, she’s got a book with her where ever she goes, and will usually sneak in at least a chapter or ten whenever she can spare a few minutes. She reads many genres of fiction, but prefers to write sexy romance with attractive men, strong females, and always a happily ever after.
While embarking on a career as a romance author, Anne juggles a full time job and a family. She grew up in Southern Ontario (Canada), but now makes her home in Eastern Ontario where she lives with her husband, three children, and Rocky, the bearded dragon.
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