If man-meat was drunk enough, he may be open and willing to consider her suggestion. There were six empty beer bottles in front of him, and he’d just waved his arm to the waiter for more. Like all young guys, he had a scruff of facial hair, but Connie’s keen eye could make out the sexy cleft in his perfectly shaped chin. Milk chocolate would be the way she’d describe the color. The layered and tousled hair looked as if he had just rolled out of bed.
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Ascertaining his age was difficult under the flashing strobe lights, plus he sat directly underneath a neon sign for Budweiser, which cast a reddish glow over a stunningly rugged, handsome face. Connie’s gaze slid back to the man sitting alone in a booth directly across from them and further down the wall. She cast a quick glance to her best friend, Nicole Sullivan, and amended her statement to our hero sandwich.īass from inane techno music reverberated off the wood-paneled walls of the club called the Cougar Cave that she and Nicci were at tonight. Thank you for sharing your humor, creativity, encouragement, and friendship.Īs far as Connie Hollingsway was concerned, she’d just found the meat filling for her hero sandwich. There isn’t much more I can add to the sentiments above except to include my deepest gratitude to Karyn, my critique partner, collaborator, and good friend. The experience was made all the richer for I did it with a dear friend. Never did I dream co-writing could be so rewarding, satisfying, and fun. Within a few weeks, we had The Hero Sandwich written. What started as mutual admiration for a certain model grew into an idea for a collaboration. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews. Persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.Ĭopyright© 2012 Karyn Gerrard & Gayl TaylorĪll rights reserved. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real.