I’m not conventioning this week with the rest of the Romantic Times crowd. It just wasn’t the year for me. I’ve gone for the past four years in a row, and I’m pretty much conferenced out. Plus, I promised my husband a vacation this year that didn’t have anything to do with his job or my job. So far we haven’t managed to plan that vacation yet. Hmph.
So what am I doing while authors, readers and booksellers are partying with half nekked male models?
I have a book releasing May 1st, so I’m promoting Wild, Wicked, & Wanton, my first Berkley Heat release. It’s a contemporary erotic romance, a story about three best friends and one crazy bet and what these women are willing to do in order to find the man of their dreams. I loved writing this book, mainly because at its core it’s about friendship, but it’s also about love. (Oh, and sex. Lots and lots of sex. Heh). There are three novellas in this book, each story about one of the three women and how they fulfill the terms of the bet.
Have you ever played Truth or Dare with your friends? I used to love that game and that’s kind of how I structured the bet in this story, only definitely more on the ‘dare’ side. And my three women were certainly daring.
How daring are you? I remember once, in high school, I stood in the middle of the cafeteria, pretended to be a toilet, and whirled around in a circle making loud flushing noises, ever circling, circling, squatting toward the ground until I finally sat, dizzy and feeling utterly stupid while my friends laughed their asses off. Yes, it was a dare, and I never said no to a dare. And yes, the entire, packed cafeteria stopped and stared at me. Not one of my finer moments but obviously something I’ll never forget.
So how about you? Can you remember a daring moment in your past?
Fortunately, the dares the three women in my book do aren’t quite as stupid as I was during my moment of idiocy. They taks risks, yes, but they have a lot more fun. And they involve men by the name of Seth and Mike, Rand and Jack. I think you’d like these guys. They all have very unique….qualities, and are willing to take as many risks as their women. You can’t help but love guys like that.
CONTEST: Tell us a story of Truth or Dare. Come on we are all friends here. We won’t tell. Yes Gwen you can play, no gwen you can’t win.
Open until Friday at Midnight… Jaci will pick a random winner on Saturday to get a signed copy of Wild, Wicked, & Wanton.
My most daring moments were during a long ago holiday to New Zealand when I went Jet Boating, Bunjee Jumping and White Water Rafting. The scariest one of those…..White Water Rafting by far!
I remember playing truth and dare. I remember doing lots of dares. lol. I think a lot of them were calling the guy that I had a crush on.
I remember playing Truth or Dare alot in high school! My friends would dare me to call their crushes (seniors) and have at least a 30 minute conversation with them.
HA! Well good – then I’ll tell you about that time… Hmmm… Not sure if I should share that one. Someone in authority might be reading this.
Hey Jaci – The cover design for your book is very nice (said in my best Borat voice). Seriously – I really like it.
*wishes Terri had been her friend in high school*
I have to admit that I am a big, fat chicken. Whenever I played Truth or Dare with my friends, I always, always took truth.
I’m with Jennifer Estep, I took Truth every time. Can’t even think of anyone daring me to do something. I’m DARE DEFICIENT.
Omg….the call-the-guy dare. Always a knee-shaking experience. Did that one several times, too.
Jennifer & Rosie, I was always more scared of truth than I was dare 😉
My friends and I were at a bar and the DJ was playing some music that we didn’t like so we wrote down what we would rather hear and my friends dared me to give him the list. I was nervous about approaching him but he was a good sport and agreed to play some of the songs we wanted to hear.
Okay okay – I’ll ‘fess up. I did a striptease on a dare. Made it down to my undies (sans bra). But you couldn’t see much past my blushing and my hands. But I did it!
Then there was the time when I got drunk with a bunch of friends and I stole the flag off the 18th green at a local country club – on a dare, of course (we were drinking next door at a local pub). Middle of the night, laughing my ass off like a lunatic because my heels kept sinking into the turf. About a week later, the guilt got to me and I put the flag in the club’s mailbox. I’m such a wuss.
Well one of my stupid moments was actually on my honeymoon. Hubby and I decided to go on a sailing trip and everyone on board went scuba diving. Hubby had never done that and neither had I. I was a little reluctant to go because I am not a good swimmer but I could tell he really wanted to. So I figured what the heck. How bad could it be. That was my first mistake. The second was putting on those plastic fins which I had never used before. The third was going into the water before my hubby who is a good swimmer. The conclusion is that I almost ended up drowning myself and hubby had to jump in and save me from drowning. I was so embarassed in front of the rest of the group. Not one of my finer moments.