Just My Type excerpt... just because

I've been talking about Just My Type again a lot lately since it just came out in print about a month ago and it's been so fun! I do love the Bradfords! And I've had a chance to revisit the Bradfords, not just talking about JMT, but also because I'm in the midst of finishing Dooley's book which will end up being book four of the Bradfords. (And yes, Kevin's is next after that! :))

So, just because (ha! That would be a good Bradford book title, huh?!) I thought I'd post an excerpt from Just My Type.

And in reading this excerpt, it reminds me very much why I think Dooley and Kevin deserve books too ;)

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Mac breathed a sigh of relief. Apparently his taking Sara to bed last night had been monumental only to him and Sara.

His peace lasted until four minutes after they stepped into the locker room at the hospital to change into their uniforms.

Which just happened to be when Sam came in.

“Oh, hey, Mac, I found this on the steps and forgot to give it back to Sara. You better take it home tonight.” Dooley tossed Mac a hot pink thong.

She’d probably dropped it on the way into the house last night.

It wasn’t a big deal. Except that the tossed thong nearly hit Sam in the face.

Mac caught the scrap of lace and put it in his pocket, bending to tie his shoes without a word.

He was going to kill Dooley. He was pretty sure Dooley knew it so it didn’t need to be said out loud.

“Oh, and I think this is yours too, right?” Kevin tossed him one of the finger vibrators from Sara’s toy box. Which no way had just fallen out on the table or floor. They’d gone looking through the box.

Mac caught the vibrator and put it in his other pocket. Without a word, he crossed to the coffeepot. It would be harder to kill a good guy like Kevin. Hell, Kev didn’t even swear. But God would understand.

Especially when Kevin said, “I had to clear the kitchen table for breakfast this morning, so I put that pink fur wedge in the pantry. Don’t know what it was doing on the kitchen table, but it was taking up all the space.”

Mac tried valiantly to not remember exactly what it had been doing on the table. It was damned tough.

“Thanks.” Was there any chance, any chance at all, that they were done? He poured a cup of coffee he didn’t want.

“Hey, since I didn’t see Sara this morning, I was hoping you could give her a message for me,” Dooley said.

Of course they weren’t done.

"Tell her I’ve been thinking about what positions she should try and she’d look great in any of them, but The Couch Canoodle would be fantastic for her.”

Mac turned slowly to face one of his best friends. Sam and Kevin were staring at Dooley with the complete disbelief that Mac was sure was apparent on his face.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Mac finally asked.

“The Couch Canoodle?” Kevin said at the same time.

“You sure you want to hear this?” Dooley asked Kevin.

“I think I have to hear this,” Kevin said.

Dooley chuckled. “Okay, she’s on your lap on the couch—or a chair would work, I’m sure. I mean you just have to be upright…”

Kevin motioned with his hand for Dooley to get to it.

“Then she leans back. All the way back. Until she’s horizontal. Not only does it feel great, but the view…”

“Stop. Oh my God please stop,” Mac said, plunking his coffee cup down on the counter and stepping toward Dooley, ready to do physical damage if needed. “I don’t know what you want but you can have whatever it is. Just fucking stop talking.”