Whitfield Bass's Most Embarrassing Moment

 

A quick look in my newest book, SEDUCING HIS HEART, reveals a moment Whit Bass would like to forget:

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Bess peeked through the peephole. Whit. She opened the door.

He stood in all his masculine glory wearing nothing but a fluffy, white terrycloth robe. He was barefoot as well. “This is most embarrassing. I took a shower and remembered I’d left my newspaper on the mat. Like an idiot, I have all my windows open, and when I came out, the wind blew the door shut. Now, I’m locked out. I was wondering if you could go down and get my key from the doorman. I can’t go down like this.” 

Despite her life being in the toilet, Bess laughed aloud. The more she did, the brighter red he blushed. 

“This isn’t funny.” 

“Oh, but it is. It’s hilarious.” She tugged on his sleeve. “Come inside. Don’t stand there like that.” He stepped in, and she closed the door, still chuckling. “Are you wearing anything under there?” she asked. 

“What do you think?” He arched an eyebrow. “Last time I saw you, you were practically comatose.” 

“Thank you for cheering me up. I’m having some hazelnut cocoa, would you like to join me?” 

“I have a date. Where’s my phone? Shit! It’s in the apartment.” That caused Bess to launch into a new round of laughter. Her sides hurt, so she gripped them and continued to guffaw. 

“It’s not that funny. Honestly. I’m going to get dumped for this.” 

As soon as he uttered the words, her laughter turned to tears. Pain shot through her, and water ran down her cheeks. 

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A bit about the book 

Anyone would be a marriage-phobe, too, if they grew up in Whitfield Bass's house. After he was born, his mother deserted the family. Their father, a journalist, traveled extensively and left his four sons with relatives, or babysitters. Whit's closest brother hated him and blamed him for their mother's desertion. Whit told Bess he'd never marry, never trust a woman not to take off and leave him with a house full of broken children who couldn't be fixed. Can you blame him?
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Welcome! Time for Tuesday Tales again. One more excerpt from my WIP, The Scent of Love. Thank you for stopping by.
 Jory hesitated on the steps of Jonas Hospital. Her hands were sweating. She wiped them on her jeans and took a deep breath. She replenished her lipstick and dabbed a few drops of Magic of Love on her cleavage and behind her ears before entering the building.

 The man at the information booth directed her to the special wing where patients who were awaiting surgery were housed. She hesitated at the entrance to Bryce’s room. Standing in the doorway, she spied him, sitting up in bed. She gasped. He’s blind!  His eyes were bandaged, his left arm was in a sling and his foot and ankle were in a cast. Her heart leapt up. He won’t know I’m not Julie.

“Julie? Julie?” He sat up straighter, turned to face the door. Jory’s pulse kicked into high gear.

“I know you’re there. Stop playin’ with me. I smell your perfume. You put it on your letters. I’d recognize it anywhere.”

Jory had handed her letters to her aunt to mail. Shit! Aunt Rita! You put that perfume on my letters and never told me?

“Aren’t you going to come in?”

Don’t do it. Don’t, you’ll be sorry. But Bryce looked so handsome, even with his bandages. Her heart swelled. She wanted to touch his face, to hold him, kiss him. A nurse stopped and gave her a little nudge. “He won’t bite,” she whispered.

 “I’ve waited so long to meet you,” he said.

It was as if he had cast a spell on her. She walked over to the bed. He reached out. She took his hand and he pulled her closer.   

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