I'm so excited to have my dear friend, Cd Brennan as a guest today. The first guest spot I ever did on a blog was her Sundae With Nuts, which I followed up last year with S'More Sundae last year. I'm excited because Cd is going to share a bit of the new series she's working on, Play On. It's about rugby, a ruffian's sport played by gentlemen. Let's read what she has to say:
Borrow from Sizzle and Sass In this scene, Gillian is hanging with her bestie and working on a 1969 Ford Mustang she is renovating. In real life, my folks have one in their garage that I'm itchin' to get my hands on.
Junette’s voice interrupted her musing again. “Gill, would you turn this shit off. Every time I come here, you’re playing the same crap.” She swirled her beer in the air. “Like hello, we left the 80s over thirty years ago.”
Simple Minds was singing “Don’t You Forget About Me” and hell if she was going to turn it down or off. It was one of her favorites. “It’s a beautiful night for it.”Gillian opened her arms and did a slow twirl. “A warm summer evening in Michigan. Lawn mowers buzzing, sprinklers sprinkling. The kind of balmy night you want to sit out and turn up the music until the mosquitoes drive you nuts and you head inside. The kind of summer night you’d love to be in love.” Gillian let her arms flop to her sides and turned back toward the car. “I was born in the wrong era.”
“Old news. Let’s move on.”
“No, I’m serious Junipers. I don’t get it these days. It all seems so complicated. All this technology and pace. I can barely breathe trying to keep up.”
“It’s not complicated. You just have to embrace it.”
“Embrace what?”
“Life.”
She gathered the socket wrenches from the various places she’d left them scattered on top of the engine block and chucked them into the tool box. Heavy clanks of metal on metal kept Junette from going on about Gillian’s life, or lack thereof. She’d heard it before.
“Maybe you need to grow out of all those geeks you chased after. I mean really. Ignacio from Spain? Come on girl. And really, you have to stop waiting for your own Lloyd Dobler to come along. What about one of the boys in the Blues? Are there any hotties playing this year?”
Gillian chose to avoid answering Junette outright. There were quite a few sexy boys on the team that she had noticed, but she wasn’t into testosterone turds. Although, the Irish fella with his dark hair and bright eyes… He’d probably turn out like the rest of them. He had already shown signs when she’d seen him and Del at the pub the other night. Rude. Full of himself. More muscle than brain cells. But, hell. Sexy. Fantastic accent. A body to die for.
“Le sigh. Lloyd is super dreamy.” She rested her hip against the car door. “Who are you to talk? You married the guy you dated in high school. And you’ve got a kid. You’re not even a quarter of a century.”
Even though Gillian regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth, typical Junette didn’t seem bothered at all. “That’s why I’m here on a Saturday evening, drinking light beer and watching you struggle over you’re fucking car. It’s actually fun and interesting compared to Telly Tubbies and poo diapers.”
Laughing, Gillian walked over and grabbed Junette’s hand. “Not really, but I love that you’re here.”
Junette’s voice interrupted her musing again. “Gill, would you turn this shit off. Every time I come here, you’re playing the same crap.” She swirled her beer in the air. “Like hello, we left the 80s over thirty years ago.”
Simple Minds was singing “Don’t You Forget About Me” and hell if she was going to turn it down or off. It was one of her favorites. “It’s a beautiful night for it.”Gillian opened her arms and did a slow twirl. “A warm summer evening in Michigan. Lawn mowers buzzing, sprinklers sprinkling. The kind of balmy night you want to sit out and turn up the music until the mosquitoes drive you nuts and you head inside. The kind of summer night you’d love to be in love.” Gillian let her arms flop to her sides and turned back toward the car. “I was born in the wrong era.”
“Old news. Let’s move on.”
“No, I’m serious Junipers. I don’t get it these days. It all seems so complicated. All this technology and pace. I can barely breathe trying to keep up.”
“It’s not complicated. You just have to embrace it.”
“Embrace what?”
“Life.”
She gathered the socket wrenches from the various places she’d left them scattered on top of the engine block and chucked them into the tool box. Heavy clanks of metal on metal kept Junette from going on about Gillian’s life, or lack thereof. She’d heard it before.
“Maybe you need to grow out of all those geeks you chased after. I mean really. Ignacio from Spain? Come on girl. And really, you have to stop waiting for your own Lloyd Dobler to come along. What about one of the boys in the Blues? Are there any hotties playing this year?”
Gillian chose to avoid answering Junette outright. There were quite a few sexy boys on the team that she had noticed, but she wasn’t into testosterone turds. Although, the Irish fella with his dark hair and bright eyes… He’d probably turn out like the rest of them. He had already shown signs when she’d seen him and Del at the pub the other night. Rude. Full of himself. More muscle than brain cells. But, hell. Sexy. Fantastic accent. A body to die for.
“Le sigh. Lloyd is super dreamy.” She rested her hip against the car door. “Who are you to talk? You married the guy you dated in high school. And you’ve got a kid. You’re not even a quarter of a century.”
Even though Gillian regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth, typical Junette didn’t seem bothered at all. “That’s why I’m here on a Saturday evening, drinking light beer and watching you struggle over you’re fucking car. It’s actually fun and interesting compared to Telly Tubbies and poo diapers.”
Laughing, Gillian walked over and grabbed Junette’s hand. “Not really, but I love that you’re here.”
Okay- haven't we all had some unmarried friend we'd like to live vicariously through. I can't wait to read more of this story. Cd promises it will be available sometime late summer. But in the mean time, you can pick up her other New Adult Romance novels. Just a little something to tide you over.
Watershed
Love Where You Roam, #1 She left home to find herself...and found love along the way.
Maggie isn’t looking for love on her backpacking trip through Australia. She’s got enough man troubles back in Ireland. Australia is her escape, a place of adventure where she can create memories to last a lifetime.
But some memories won’t be left behind.
Gray is ready to quit hiring backpackers to help with the work on his remote Queensland cattle station when Maggie turns up. She’s just passing through, but the connection they forge during the long nights herding cattle won’t be so easily cast aside.
CONTENT WARNING: A strong-willed Irish heroine, a stubborn Australian hero, and oceans of difference to bridge for love.
Amazon | Barnes & Noble
Love Where You Roam, #1 She left home to find herself...and found love along the way.
Maggie isn’t looking for love on her backpacking trip through Australia. She’s got enough man troubles back in Ireland. Australia is her escape, a place of adventure where she can create memories to last a lifetime.
But some memories won’t be left behind.
Gray is ready to quit hiring backpackers to help with the work on his remote Queensland cattle station when Maggie turns up. She’s just passing through, but the connection they forge during the long nights herding cattle won’t be so easily cast aside.
CONTENT WARNING: A strong-willed Irish heroine, a stubborn Australian hero, and oceans of difference to bridge for love.
Amazon | Barnes & Noble
A World Apart
Love Where You Roam, #2 She left home to find herself…and found love along the way.
Lizzy travels to Scotland to track down her roots, hoping where she comes from will help her figure out where she needs to go. An Aussie girl through and through, tough as nuts and a bit wild, she believes there’s nothing so wonderful as a world seen through wine-tinted glasses…
…until she meets Hottie Hamish, Bridge of Allan’s most eligible bachelor.
Hamish is Lizzy’s polar opposite in every way. He’s serious, driven, and motivated, focused on becoming the youngest associate professor at the Glasgow School of Art. But he’s hiding a social phobia behind his gruff exterior that makes it almost impossible to connect with people…
…until he meets Lost Lizzy, all sunshine and lightness, an Australian beauty with the proverbial heart of gold.
Where they come from may be worlds apart, but atop a Scottish Munro, they begin to realize where they’re going is best traveled side by side
CONTENT WARNING: Graphic descriptions of haggis ingredients.
Amazon | Barnes & Noble
Love Where You Roam, #2 She left home to find herself…and found love along the way.
Lizzy travels to Scotland to track down her roots, hoping where she comes from will help her figure out where she needs to go. An Aussie girl through and through, tough as nuts and a bit wild, she believes there’s nothing so wonderful as a world seen through wine-tinted glasses…
…until she meets Hottie Hamish, Bridge of Allan’s most eligible bachelor.
Hamish is Lizzy’s polar opposite in every way. He’s serious, driven, and motivated, focused on becoming the youngest associate professor at the Glasgow School of Art. But he’s hiding a social phobia behind his gruff exterior that makes it almost impossible to connect with people…
…until he meets Lost Lizzy, all sunshine and lightness, an Australian beauty with the proverbial heart of gold.
Where they come from may be worlds apart, but atop a Scottish Munro, they begin to realize where they’re going is best traveled side by side
CONTENT WARNING: Graphic descriptions of haggis ingredients.
Amazon | Barnes & Noble
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