The Company of Fools Giveaway with AnneMarie Hartnett

Early this past summer I had a hot guy chasing me. He had a good job, a nice house and a fast car. We had the same taste in music. We drank the same brand of beer. He took his coffee the same way I did. He made me laugh and made me go "Awwww" when he said something sweet. We spent three unforgettably steamy nights together.

His name was Mike MacNab and he was perfect. Unfortunately for me he was also imaginary.He appeared in the form of the hot bar owner in a short story I was writing. It began with Mike leading one of his waitresses, Kate Doucette, through the bowels of a bar he was renovating. She'd just lost her cool with one of the customers and it was pep-talk time:

“You could have just thrown a drink in his face. You didn’t have to try and stab him.”

“It was just a swizzle stick.”

“When you try to jam it in someone’s eyeball, it ceases to be just a swizzle stick.”

Of course, being an erotic short, the night was going to end better than it started for both Mike and Kate, because Kate was going to hit Mike with a proposition he couldn't refuse. I had no intentions of giving Mike any more than a night with Kate. Why should I? He gets to have great sex with the cutie from work he's been crushing on. Everybody has some fun and then we all go our separate ways, right?

Wrong.

What I didn't count on was the fact that Mike wanted to get the girl. I mean he really wanted to get the girl, and he was going to get her if it killed him or, in Mike's case, drove me clean up the wall. Every time I sat down to edit the story there he was, whispering in my ear and making suggestions and filling in blanks. I tried to ignore him but it was impossible. I argued that I don't write about people who fall in love. I write about being who have fabulous sex in 5000 words or less. The epic battle of wills between myself and Mike culminated when he threatened to come on vacation with me the following month. No matter how much I whined and complained he wouldn't relent. He was in love and he wanted everyone to know it.

Bastard.

And so I did what anyone in my position would do. I unleashed Mike on an unsuspecting Kate. A few weeks later I had The Company of Fools.

Blurb:

Kate Doucette’s trying to get her life together. She’s working full time at Mike MacNab’s bar, going to school, and she just kicked out her Do-Nothing boyfriend. Things are looking up but with the construction going on in the bar, her money trouble's looming over her, and her personal life in the toilet, Kate’s on a ledge and Mike is there to talk her down. One night she wants more than a pep talk; Kate asks her charming and handsome boss to spend a weekend in bed with her.What could be a bigger stress-reliever than two days of bedroom Olympics with a guy who’s as hot for her as she is for him? The only problem is that he wants more than a weekend and it seems like he wants to fix her life for her. She adores Mike, but the last thing she needs is another headache in the form of Mr. Fixit.

Excerpt:

“You need to eat. And sleep. And you know, blink occasionally.”

“I don't have time to do any of those things.”

“You'll make time. As a matter of fact, as soon as John and Donald come in, you're taking me out for Chinese.”

He shook his head as he slid onto a stool. “Why do I have to buy?”

“You make more money than I do, and you owe me for Monday. I could have slept in, but instead I was here interviewing for waitstaff—Oh, hello? Hello?” She held the phone in front of her and rolled her eyes. “You know, I don't mind being put on hold, but honestly, do they have to keep breaking into the music to tell me what a great deal I'd get on wireless?”

“Yes, that's tragic. Now, you were saying how I owed you?”

She sighed and tucked the phone back against her ear. “Even Dr. Frankenstein bought Igor a nice meal every once in a while.”

“All right, fine.” He threw his hands up and bobbed his head in agreement. “Chinese it is. Maybe my fortune cookie will tell me I'll get lucky.”

Kate raised her brows in mock horror. “Michael Allan MacNab, are you suggesting that you're having some difficulties in that department?”

“Let's just say blinking isn't the only thing I don't have time to do lately,” he said and pouted at her. “I almost bought a Studglove last week.”

Kate frowned. “What's a Studglove?”

“It's a—” His gaze slid sideways and he cleared his throat. “It's a sleeve that goes over your dick. You turn it on. It vibrates.”


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