“You’ll Never Believe…” with Tawny Weber

by Maryse on February 7, 2015 · 0 comments

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Welcome to the fifteenth installment of “You’ll Never Believe…”

For those that don’t know what these new featurettes will be about, here is the scoop! “You’ll Never Believe…” will feature the weirdest questions or encounters that authors have been asked/had. Might be about their books or random things, like meetings in a bathroom where someone asked what brand of toilet paper they normally use. Fun stuff and inside scoops that an author would not normally share.

Today’s “You’ll Never Believe…” celebrates the release of Tawny Weber’s latest HOT MILITARY MAN book, A SEAL’s Secret, and she tells us about her dad’s special hair tips! ;)

You’ll Never Believe My Halloween Hair

“You’ll never believe what I did to my hair!  It was the Halloween when I was 11 and I wanted to dress up as the Bride of Frankenstein. I had a fabulous costume, but everyone knows the key to the Bride is her hair.  Now, I’ve got a lot of hair and at the time it was below shoulder length.  We ratted and teased and hairsprayed it to death, but it still sorta sagged.  To get it to stand up straight, my stepfather had a brilliant (not) idea to use spray glue.    I had to wash my hair twice a day, every day for over a week before it would lay flat again.”

Thankfully, the heroine in A SEAL’s Secret was smarter about her costume.  A fitness guru, she went scary by dressing up as a Twinkie.

Here’s a peek…

Well, well.  Lt. Commander Mitch Donovan leaned against the wall and watched the gorgeous blonde dressed as a Twinkie talk to Sullivan’s wife.  Mitch had never had much of a sweet tooth. But right now he had an intense desire for a taste.

A mellow grin played over his mouth as his gaze drifted down the length of her golden sponge cake shaped body.  How could a woman covered in that inspire lust-at-first sight?  Then his eyes wandered lower, to where the costume ended at mid-thigh.  Those were some damned sexy legs, from what he could see.  His eyes lifted to her face again and the lust kicked up a notch.

A man who was used to excelling in extremes of all kinds, he appreciated his body’s instant reaction.  He just didn’t quite understand the Pavlovian intensity of it.

Well I mean… how could he resist? She was dressed as a TWINKIE!! YUMM!!! LOL!! Ready for that excerpt?

Livi sat cross-legged on the floor across from Mitch, enjoying the view.

And what a view he was.

Unselfconsciously naked but for his navy-blue boxers, he didn’t appear to have an ounce of spare body fat.  Instead, he was pure, gorgeous muscled perfection.

And he knew it.

No wonder the man oozed self-confidence.  He obviously didn’t let anyone push him around.  Probably because nobody had the strength.

It wasn’t a physical thing.

She had muscles, and without being conceited, she knew she had a rockin’ body.  That was her job.

The confidence to stand up, to keep anyone from pushing her around? That didn’t come from healthy eating and strength training.  She wished it did.

Of course, that wish came with the question…

What would she do if she had that sort of confidence?

Who would she face down?

What would she change?

Wanting was so easy.

Going for?

That was another story.

Then again…

Her eyes trailed over Mitch’s body, her mouth going dry.

She’d wanted Mitch.  Probably more than she could remember wanting anything or anyone else in her life.

And she’d had him.

Oh, my, she’d had him in so many delicious ways.

But had she gone for him?  Was it enough that she’d gone along for the ride if she ended up exactly where she wanted?

It could be.

But that was the easy way.

She watched the play of muscles as Mitch lifted his fork, his bicep rippling effortlessly, is abs tightening when he twisted to set his plate on the table.  Her eyes dropped to the only part of his body not showing skin.  She’d never wished for a tighty-whitey kind of guy, but she’d bet they’d offer a better view right now.

She wanted to see him naked.

Wanted to feast her eyes on every single one of his muscles. To stroke, pet, lick them.  She wanted to watch him grow, to see if she could inspire him to new lengths.  Long, hard new lengths.

She let out a shaky breath.

Maybe hard was a whole lot better than easy.

She gave a little shiver.

“You cold?”

Livi blinked, then mentally replayed the question.


Oh, my, no.

Author Tawny Weber

New York Times and USA TODAY Bestselling author of thirty books and counting, Tawny Weber has been writing sassy, sexy romances since her first one hit the shelves in 2007.  A fan of Johnny Depp, cupcakes and color coordination, she spends a lot of her time shopping for cute shoes, scrapbooking and hanging out on Facebook.

Readers can check out Tawny’s books at her website, www.tawnyweber.com, or join her Red Hot Readers Club for goodies like free reads, complete first chapter excerpts, recipes, insider story info and much more.

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