Romance cover model John Quinlan generously shared a couple of shots
from his bare-it-all photo shoot.
You just wanna reach out and pat that butt, dont'cha?
You can find John in the following places:
from his bare-it-all photo shoot.
You just wanna reach out and pat that butt, dont'cha?
You can find John in the following places:
http://www.johnquinlan.org/
http://twitter.com/ johnjquinlan
Pinterest board featuring John and his romance covers: http://pinterest.com/taabia/model-john-quinlan/
The quickie:
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Pinterest board featuring John and his romance covers: http://pinterest.com/taabia/model-john-quinlan/
The quickie:
This week's excerpt comes from Forceful Negotiations, which I'm pleased to say should be released on Monday.
When
it was his turn, Cam leaned forward to peer into the opening before releasing
his marker. The box stood about six inches tall, but there seemed to be a floor
at the halfway point. When Stephens, who was last on the right, added his ball,
Willa capped the box and reached for the crank. Three times she turned the cast
iron handle, then paused. Feet scuffed impatiently against the white-enameled
boards under their feet. “Good luck, gentlemen. Should the winner require a
second or third, please make your selections from the men around you. And of
course,”—Willa stared directly at Cam—“in the unlikely event the winner fails
to satisfy the fantasy, the remaining five will drop their markers again.”
Cam
glanced right and left at the faces of his competition, wondering what the hell
the woman meant by a second or third? Then the answer hit him. Some of these women want to be with more
than one man at a time. Like there was a snowball’s chance in hell he’d
fuck a woman with Jordan Stephens? Even worse, what if he failed to satisfy the
fantasy? This group would know immediately. How long before every man here knew?
He felt a rivulet of sweat trickle down the side of his face. Cam began to hope
his ball didn't drop. Not knowing what fantasy he might have to provide seemed
diabolical.
Jesus
jumped-up pretty boy Christ. Did he know the first damn thing about women, or did Willa just cater
to freaks? Thanks for dropping in! Have a great week.
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