It’s Time For Some Fun! A Build A Story Contest!

 

So we’ll start with this “mystery box” and one of my newly designed Gunn note pads. )  I’ll add another item to the giveaway and you’ll be tasked to drop in comments suggestions I can use to build our short story. It’s going to be a romance. A steamy one so get ready. Heheheh.

Week one (that’s right now) I need a hero and heroine name. Remember, this is a legit story not like the last one that was a parody on romance. We want smexy names that readers can connect with and pronounce. I mean Starfairyvalerina is a nice name for a heroine, but would you want to have to laboriously read: “Starfairyvalerina said” a thousand times? Or “Starfairyvalerina coughed” or “Starfairyvalerina tripped”, or whatever? That said, I’m not sure how well some shorter hero names would work either. I’m thinking in Starfairyvalerina’s point of view at the moment and it sounds something like this:

Holy hell, he was power personified as he tore the front of her shirt open and unhooked her bra. Cool air hit her in all the right places before his heat crushed up against her nakedness. If this was a mistake she was prepared to nail it. He needed to know that. “Oh God, Bob, you are the man.” .<

I don’t know why, but that kind of name just pulls me right out of the scene.

So you get my drift? The names of characters do matter. This is important. Suggest wisely. After we pick our names we’ll move onto the next phase in the story making process and so on. Each week I’ll add another item(s) to the giveaway until we have a nice package for some lucky subscriber/commenter to win when our story comes to a close. As I did before, the last thing you’ll get to see is what’s in the mystery box. Yay! I think you guys are going to love it.

Oh, and before I end this topic and move onto my new Honey topic, I do want to tell you that Bella, Summer, Wynter, and Autumn are off the table for heroine names, and Travis, Brock, and Wade, are off the table for the hero. Other than that? Knock yourselves out.

 

Okay onto Honey. If you’ve been reading my last few posts you should know that I’ve been sick. Surprising, because I never get sick, but I figured I was due. Anyway Honey and I were supposed to go away over the weekend to an important family event, and as I didn’t want to be a Typhoid Mary I chose to stay home. Long story short? Honey was fine until yesterday on his way home. Yeah, about that. We kind of like to drive when we go together as we get to spend time hanging out and we can stop en route at weird places and poke around. Unfortunately, I took so long to decide about staying home that Honey had to do the long drive by himself (normally he would have flown) *le sigh*. Here are multiple snippets of conversations from yesterday when Honey pulled over at different times on the way home.

The first call came in at 6:30 in the morning. I wasn’t even awake when I answered my cell. “Hello?”

“I’m sick.”

“Who is this?”

“Very funny. I’ve got the plague.”

Yeah, what was I supposed to say to that? “I’m sorry.”

“I’m at the mini mart on I75. Should I get Airbourne or vitamin C?”

I was going to tell him at this point it didn’t matter, but I went with vitamin C.

Two hours later:

No hello or anything. Just a whine that sounded like one of our kids. “It didn’t work. I have chills.”

“Oh babe, I’m sorry.”

“I’m at another mini mart. Should I get aspirin?”

I knew it wasn’t going to help, but I said. “Absolutely.”

An hour later:

Again no greeting just a gravelly growl. “Why didn’t you tell me aspirin wasn’t going to do squat? I needed Jose to explain it to me?”

I wasn’t surprised that Honey had made a friend. He often did on our travels. “Who’s Jose?”

“My priest, confessor, and doctor all in one. He hooked me up.”

I wasn’t liking the sound of that. “With what?”

“Cough syrup.”

“What kind?”

“The good kind. At least my throat is feeling better.”

Three hours later and I’m beginning to get worried when he calls and sounds like he did when he was eighteen and trying to get into my pants. 0.o

“Hey babe, what’s shaking?”

“How much cough syrup have you had?”

“A few sips. What’s for dinner?”

Although I was relieved that he was showing signs of improving, wanting to eat, I was still wondering how much of the syrup he’d drunk and too, how much alcohol was in it. When I mentioned this to him he got all pissy and started down the list of things he could drink and not get drunk until it made sense. But still…

“Are you sure you’re okay? No more cough syrup until you’re home.”

“I’m fine. I have a little bit of scratchy throat and the lightheadedness passed about an hour ago. In fact…”

Yup, I knew he was better when he started to tell me that he’d even thought about taking a break from driving and stopping into one of the topless “we bare all” establishments. It took me a full minute and a half to realize he was attempting to have some kind of messed up phone sex with me. *Looks right at you* For starters, mentioning a seedy highway strip joint as the smexy place to be isn’t on my list of “go to” places to have hot and sweaty sex with my man. Of course, I let him talk and talk and talk about…well, a lot of things that I’d be doing with others if I did go there – ALL FEMALES if you know what I mean? Then when he sighed and finished with a smug, “What do you think about that?”

I said, “I think I’m too sick and you’re too hopped up on cough meds. Exactly where are you?”

“Why? You thinking of joining me?”

I had no words, people. If the guy was as sick as I was when I first came down with this pestilence I couldn’t for the life of me believe he’d be thinking about sex, but he was! We wound up talking about that oddity until he pulled into the driveway. I was so happy to see him, I didn’t even complain about the bottle of DayQuil he was swigging out of. The real kicker about that? Today he’s almost better. Wow, my first thought was that maybe Jose had missed his calling. My second? Where’s the cough meds.

Riley, who’s anxiously awaiting the hero and heroine name suggestions to be posted by you guys. Don’t forget. Every time you post a comment your name gets added to the hat for more chances to win. Oh, and for those of you who prefer to email me through contacts you’ll be added to the hat each time as well. This is going to be fun! Can’t wait!