Let the Hottie show begin!
Thank you so much for having me on your blog, Rynne!
I notice you feature a lot of super hot people here (thank you, btw) and since I’m Canadian, I thought I might use my time here to show off some Canadian grown eye candy. Let’s get started, shall we?
First up is the ab-tastic Ryan Reynolds:
Perhaps we should take a moment to recover before moving on to Canada’s other Ryan, Mr. Ryan Gosling:
Just for funzies, here’s one of Ryan Gosling in his tighty-whities:
Of course, we can also show off the adorable Hayden Christensen:
And, while not traditionally handsome, he is one of my favorite cutie, Jay Burachel:
Finally, there is Marc-André Grondin. (Who doesn’t appreciate a hot French accent?):
Of course, Canada isn’t the only country that can boast some serious hotness. Here are a few men I wish I could include on my list of hot Canadians:
Now that I have warmed up the crowd, I’d like to offer up an excerpt from my soon-to-be-released novella, The Rusty Nail. Before I share my excerpt, however, here is a short blurb about the story.
The Rusty Nail is a novella about a diverse group of characters who somehow find themselves acquainted with a dive bar in the wrong area of town. The entire novella takes place in the span of a single day, and I hope you will be entertained (and turned on) as each character discovers the good, the bad, and the ugly about their partners, themselves, and their hidden sexual desires.
This novella contains blatantly erotic, sexy and graphic M/F, M/M, F/F and even a couple of solo scenes. In other words, this novella is totally hot.
The Rusty Nail, excerpt
Myrna knocked on the window and I crossed the sparsely furnished bar to unlock the door for her. Her expression was not quite as cranky as it usually was. She was actually quite an attractive lady when her face wasn’t bunched up into a knot and she wasn’t stooped over, acting like she’s twenty years older than she really is.
“How’d it go today, Randall?” she asked.
“Two lesbians, a psychopath, and a gay guy with his straight boyfriend,” I responded.
“Same old same old then,” she retorted. “Why don’t you get yourself outta this place, Randall?”
Good question, I thought to myself. Then a picture of me sitting on my mattress with only a bottle of Jack to keep me company flashed through my head. Sighing, I turned the radio dial from the country station that had been playing all day to the news.
“Why don’t you go on home, Randall,” Myrna said as she pulled a pair of yellow, rubber gloves out of her purse. “It looks like you had a quite a day. I’ll lock up and leave the keys in the coffee can out back. Don’t worry, I’ll bury them real deep under the cigarette butts for you.”
“Thanks, Mrs. McFinn. That sounds real nice.” I paused for a moment and looked at her. She actually had a smile on her face. In this dim lighting, she looked quite fetching. As she scrubbed one of the tables I had only half-heartedly wiped down earlier, her boobs wobbled against her pale pink sweatshirt. “Better yet, why don’t you join me for a soda? It looks like you had an interesting day yourself. Why don’t we swap stories?”
She shook her head and opened her mouth as if to say no but then she closed it before the words came out. She looked me up and down like she was sizing me up.
“Okay, Randall,” she said. “I have had a doozey of a day. No point in waiting to tell Henry about it.” She crossed her hand over her chest and sat down at the table she had just cleaned. I poured two sodas in the cleanest glasses I could find and joined her.
“You have a real nice smile, Mrs. McFinn,” I said as I sat down across from her.
“Please, call me Myrna.” She responded almost shyly.
Thanks for reading this excerpt! The Rusty Nail will be released on March 3rd, 2012, through Rebel Ink Press, and will be available on Amazon, Smashwords, B&N, etc.