WIN A COPY OF ROCK MY SOCKS OFF BY JEREMY EDWARDS
The lovely Jeremy has kindly agreed to give away a copy of his novel, Rock My Socks Off, to one lucky winner.
(To find out how fab it is, check out my review)
Writer Jacob Hastings is uninspired by his latest assignment: a museum full of hideous rocking horses. But his socks are rocked by Normandie Stephens, a mischievous astronomer who can match his dry wit, quip for quip, and his sexual appetite, frolic for frolic, with energy to spare.
Thanks to Jacob’s public relations and the machinations of a feisty and frisky mentor named Kate, an impasse in Normandie’s career promises to blossom into either glory or disaster—with enigmatic photographer Susan and obtuse clubber Brandon along for the wild rocking-horse ride. Between farcical talk show appearances, sensuous threesomes, horny little quickies, sex-drenched romantic getaways, and close calls with utter embarrassment, the pace never lets up in this smart erotic romp.
“Thank you,” Jacob said when he’d claimed the microphone. “It’s a great problem—er, privilege being here on this momentous occasion. It’s often troubled me that few people recognise the important contributions that the 19th-century rocking horse has made to our society. But I know their importance is no secret to the people here tonight, and for this I thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” said the curator. Jacob gave him a brief, lateral glance.
“It is my modest hope that by taking the antique rocking horse onto the coffee tables of the 35-to-60-year-old, upper-middle-class, urban professionals who constitute the key demographic of a publication like Hip Hip Horizon, that we can … uh … what was I saying?”
All eyes were on him. All but two pairs.
“Sorry. The point is that this museum, in order to flourish, requires two things: The first is national exposure, and the second is your … kissing.”
He’d meant “support,” of course. But he’d been a little distracted.
By Normandie and Susan, who were not watching him.
Because they were locked in the sexiest kiss he’d ever seen.
To win, post a comment briefly relating the funniest thing you’ve ever heard a public speaker say by accident. Or, if you can’t think of one, make one up–or just post a comment saying “please include me in the drawing.” One commenter will win a free copy of Rock My Socks Off via random drawing. PLEASE REMEMBER TO INCLUDE YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS. Jeremy will draw a winner in one week’s time. Good luck!
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I can’t recall hearing a public speaker slip but I do remember when my mother did when company was over for dinner. It was very amusing as the visiting family is very conservative and would never utter a single swear word. My mother reached into the oven to get the baking ham out and accidentally burned her hand. She yelled “FUCK!” so loud it echoed throughout the house. I ran out of the kitchen giggling when the visiting mom’s jaw dropped!
P.S. I meant to say that the winner will have a choice of paperback or PDF.
We all have those what -the-F -did-I-say moments and I recall my husband having one that I never let him forget.
We were in the middle of a very intimate moment. I was giving him a BJ. I was very impressed with my technique and skills. From the look of things, he was enjoying my talents too. Then he mumbles, “It’s already been clarified.”
My eyes dart to his face and he is asleep! and guess what? Dreaming about hot butter (he was a chef)…LOL…I give him a little squeeze and his eyes pop open. “Were you sleeping?” I ask, holding his precious in my hand.
“No!”
I raise a doubtful brow and repeat back what he said. If that man didn’t blush ten shades of red. I teased him about this all time…it became one of our little jokes together…
Thanks for playing, Jolene and Crystal–and sharing those memorable stories!
I’ve just done the flip o’ coin, and CRYSTAL has won the free copy of Rock My Socks Off. Congratulations, and I hope you’ll enjoy the book!
I will arrange a second prize of some kind for Jolene.
Thanks for hosting, Lucy!