Jake here.
I’m tired of waiting. Maybe, if you helped her out, she’d start in on MY book for real. So I’ve written my own opening. Feel free to add at will.
(Actually, that last part’s a direct order.)
Once upon a time, there was a Navy SEAL named Jake, and all he wanted to do was…
New York Times Bestselling author Stephanie Tyler writes what she loves to read — romantic suspense novels starring military heroes and paranormal romance novels novels starring warrior heroes, all complete with happy endings. Her alter-ego is SE Jakes and she also co-writes as Sydney Croft. She lives in New York with her husband, her kids and her crazy Weimaraner, Gus. 
find out the name of the gorgeous redhead sitting in the corner booth with her nose buried in a book while her fingers lazily stroked the long neck beer bottle sitting on the table.
Next?
all he wanted to do was….
play Parcheesi.
Better…strip Parcheesi.
Still better…strip Parcheesi with the cute redhead. :shocked:
He sauntered over to her table using his best he-man swagger and rested a boot on the chair across from her. Removing his mirrored aviators, he bent down and said…
Hump! 😮 LOL Lots and lots of humping! And I know he’s got a line of more than willing partners!! :smoke:
Okay, no really, that was crude, forgive me… 😳
Um…lets see, what does Jake want to do? (playing the game…)
he bent down and said…
“Are you a REAL redhead?” And of course he’d follow up with a demanding “Prove it!”
or “Honey, let me give you something to stroke”, as he removed the icy cold beer bottle from her grasp. 😯
Okay…sorry—I am a perv today! 😉
However…if Jake’s into brunettes, send him my way today–work is boring and I can’t wait for the weekend to start already! :biggrin:
Once upon a time, there was a Navy SEAL named Jake, and all he wanted to do was…get laid. But he had this problem. It wasn’t a problem just anyone could fix either. You see, he was stuck in limbo.
His author had him fully created, yet she kept him to herself. Sure, she shared him with her friends. And some of them were even really hot. But he wanted his own friends. He wanted hisown friends. In particualr, he wanted his own lovers.
He tried everything to get out of limbo. He woke up the husband, he woke up the four year old, he started a rebellion among other alphas stuck in limbo. Yet, still, he hadn’t managed to get out of it himself.
The only thing he could think to do was ask that sexy little witch he’d met over at Sasha’s if she’d help him out. She agreed, and a plan was made.
She was going to cast a spell, and make him real. Tonite.
Sorry about the typos…Some day I WILL remember to read through before I post!! 😳
…kill Marcie Wyatt.:biggrin:
Oh sure, encourage him, all of you. See if I help you next time he goes on a rampage and steals your alpha characters…
(I fixed em, Sasha:wink: – but I hope that story you made up was purely fiction..)
Redheads, brunettes and beer. Hooyah. And yeah, I like the swagger part…
and the being made real part…
You’re all on the right track. Now if I could just hunt down Steph…:cool:
We missed you Jake!!!!!
Love you, Jake! You definitely need to become real.
More Jake. More Jake. More Jake. I’m liking this guy. 😆
Tanya :thumbsup:
Poor Poor , Steph. *shakes head* You’ve created a monster.
:LOL:
BWAHAHAHAHA!
Sorry, Jake. Just don’t have anything to post that’s clever enough to follow what’s already here.
I *do*, however, have a heroine whose world has just been blown apart by an asteroid. Care to help out?
I’ll come visit soon, Cece:smoke:
Tori – I am real. Steph just doesn’t get it yet.
*makes note to visit Tanya soon*
Sasha honey, you need to feel sorry for me, not Steph:cool:
Lynn – I’m always game…I can definitely take on an asteroid and that heroine too:shoot::smoke: