Hero Trumps Goddess
Dear Author with a Goddess Complex,
When I agreed to this gig as a hero, you promised me sun, sand and sex. What did you give me? A heroine on the run, a friend playing his twisted version of matchmaker, and a heroine who is NOT MY TYPE. Sure she's sexy, and she makes me laugh, but she needs me. Okay, maybe she doesn't realize she needs me but she does. And I can't walk away, damn it.
You don't play fair, author. Why should I?
And seriously, get over yourself. You might think up the scenes, but I make them work. I'm the hero!
Nick
posted by Jennifer at 8:38 AM
8 Comments:
Oh girlfriend, you're in trouble.
Good for us, bad for you.
Hey Nick! Lighten up! You keep pissing off your author and she can, let's just say...shorten certain portions of your anatomy! Now, nobody wants that, do they??
Cele, I'm just wondering how the heck Nick got onto my blog :-)
Maureen, wow! What an idea! I'm guessing you weren't talking about height or shoe size...
Wow Maureen, you are ruthless. But hey, if it works . . .
Oh, Jen, Jen, Jen. I think we're all in trouble with this guy! Looks like he's going to take the readers for quite a ride, too.
Can't WAIT to read this!!!
Ktzmom, Maureen is ruthless and funny! That's why I love her!
Michele, sometimes I swear Nick has stolen your evil laugh and laughs at me. By the way, I think you're partly to blame for this book, right? Remember? Brainstorming in Atlanta?
Oh, sure. Blame your evil henchwoman for your hero's misbehavior. ;-)
You're right, Michele, so sorry! How can I blame you have taken to the Evil Side so well? If I don't get Nick under control, I'm going to need your help :-)
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