You guys voted, and “date Dex” was selected. Great choice! There were over 100 votes in no time, and a good mix of the two, but I’m suspecting y’all seem to think Date Dex will be more romantic, huh? Hrmmm….
Maryse’s Book Blog: I have a “Dex” treat for you guys tonight (an excerpt fromKarina Halle‘s upcoming Experiment in Terror release, “Come Alive”) I actually have TWO… but I have to space ‘em out, you know. These are rare and hard to come by. So… are you guys in the mood for “funny Dex”, or “date Dex”? You vote, I’ll post it.
Samantha: Date Dex!!!!!
Niki: Funny Dex or Date Dex…….such a hard choice! I’ll take either one- he’s always Sexy Dex!! Can’t wait for the teaser!!!!
Sandra: You know me, I’m in the mood for anything Dex. While I wait for the next book, thinking about starting Fever series, since I read everything Karina wrote
Lisa: Deffo Date Dex x
Christina: Dex dex dex anything dex!
Menka: Date Dex!!
Sharon: Anything Dex!
Jeanette: Funny Dex!!
Laura: I think I will take any Dex I can get! Bring him on!
Megan: FUNNY DEX!! Who am I kidding? I just want DEX. #SexWithDex
Jen: Date Dex!
Kerryann: Date Dex
Kirsten: I have to choose? Funny Dex. I’m gearing up for the whole package at the end of the month. Dex is at the top if my book boyfriend list after all.
Elle Smith Date Dex is such a cock tease right now… Funny fo shiz.
Lauren: Date Dex, need me some Sexy Dexy
Nina: Haha, this is such a win-win ^^ Right now I’m in the mood for funny Dex though.
And it went on and on and on… you guys are hilarious!!! I wanted to growl at y’all, “Off my DEX!!!” but you had me grinning too hard, I couldn’t make my growl-face.
So date Dex it is. Although… might I hint that “Funny Dex” made me seriously swoon amidst his crude internal musings. I LOVE HIM!!! He can be all “guy-brain” and in an instant, think the sweeeeeeeetest more heartwrenching thing. And then go right back to his “Dex-ist” ways. <—- haha! See what I did there? Sexist. Dexist. Tee hee!!! I crack myself up.
But I digress. I’m teasing you about the “Funny Dex” excerpt and you guys chose Date Dex, and I shall deliver. Don’t worry. He’s funny here, too.
Ready. It’s got his foul-mouth and brain in it, so you know. Be forewarned. Mind you… that’s what I love about him. So real!
OH WAIT!!!! Before you get reading, do you guys feel like chatting with the author, Karina Halle in say…. oh… an hour? ‘Cause she’ll be chatting at exactly 8pm EST, ready to answer your questions.
P.S. Check out this fun (sexy) picture of her “idea” of what Dex’s occasional “mustache” looks like. This made me laugh out loud, ’cause I know, right??? Sometimes it was hard to picture him in his mustache phase without seeing a pervy 70′s pornstar version, ya know? But we had it all wrong!!! LOOK!!
P.P.S —> check out everything I’ve ever written about Karina Halle. I’m a HUGE fan so there’s lots. I say… YOU MUST READ EVERYTHING she’s written!!
Okay okay… enough of my teasing. Now for the REAL teaser. Ready? Please feel free to continue without further interruption by me.
Marcus came by with the beers and food and escaped with only a death glare from myself. As I munched away at my prosciutto pizza, I found my mind wandering to the time I first met her, that fucked-up night in the lighthouse. I’d felt something at that moment for her, whether it was lust or a certain connection, I couldn’t be too sure. I had no idea I’d be lucky enough to have her sitting across from me at Zeke’s as something more than a stranger. I had no idea that this tiny little woman with all her insecurities and bravery would become my everything.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked after she drank a healthy swig of her beer.
“About the first time we met.”
“In the lighthouse. You ran into me. Remember?”
“That’s something you can never forget.”
“So what was it like for you?”
She put down her beer and stared out the window. Fat raindrops began to fall, hitting the glass with the gusts of wind that were whipping up. Looked like a stormy night, much like the one that brought us together.
“I thought you were…”
She let out a laugh. “Well that was a given, considering you were in an abandoned lighthouse, alone, and trying to capture a ghost on film. Seriously, if that’s not nuts, I don’t know what is.”
I finished my beer and wiped my mouth, leaning back in my seat. “Oh, I don’t know, Miss Pot calling the sexy Kettle Black, how about a girl who decided to go off by herself in the darkness to explore said lighthouse, just for, what was it again? Kicks?”
“I don’t do anything for kicks.”
“Well you kicked in the window with your weird ninja moves.”
“At least I wasn’t trespassing,” she shot back, as if it only happened yesterday.
“Trespassing gets you everywhere. If I hadn’t broken in and explored that lighthouse, I wouldn’t be exploring you right now.”
She rolled her eyes. If she hadn’t seemed so nervy I would have joked about the futility of a Keep Out sign on her vagina.
“So that’s it,” I pressed. “You thought I was nuts? Nothing else?”
“Obviously I thought you were cute.”
“Hey you think I’m cute.”
I shook my head. “I think you’re cute and sexy and gorgeous and outstandingly fuckable. You meet all the requirements for one infuriatingly hot piece of ass, an ass that I’d love to shoot hot-”
She shot me a warning look. The mother of a family of four across from us was giving me the stinkeye. Whoops.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized to the mother. “It’s our first date.”
“And will probably be your last,” she muttered to herself and turned back to her kids.