Chicks and Roosters, we have two guests in ONE WEEK! Are we blowing your mind or what? (Don’t answer that, k?)
Today’s Chick Crasher is a cutie-patootie, sassy, southern belle who I’ve had the pleasure of getting to know quite well over the last several months because we’re publishing sisters for the same imprint at Entangled. Jodi Linton’s Texas mystery series will release with Ignite in the Spring of 2014, but I wanted to bring her on over to get your juices fired up over a quick lil’ something we haven’t spent much time talking about around here.
So what might that be? (hint: check out the title of this post)
COWBOYS!! (Sorry, not sorry, roosters. One of these days we’ll post something just for you.)
Can I get a YEEHAW?! Here’s Jodi, y’all!
Okay, I’m a first timer on Chick Swagger, and yeah, I do know about all y’alls potty mouths. Hell, why do you think I jumped on board to blog when Misty asked me? I mean, it couldn’t be that we both share the AMAZING date of December 9th as our birthday?
Nah! I want to use the word pussy and not get my mouth washed out with a bar of soap. Good grief, I want to call a man a twat twister. I know. Pass the bar of soap. This could go downhill real quick.
For the most part, y’all have no clue who I am. You’re probably asking, why should I give a shit what this woman has to say? No biggie. Hell, I don’t even know why most the time, but I’d love to chat your ass off. So that we’re on the same page, I’m here to give you an earful about all things cowboys.
Oh! You perked up. Cowboys, huh? How about some sexy, tight ass jeans wearing good ‘ol boys who know a thing or two about how to tickle you pink? Look at that! I got your attention again. Now, ain’t that neat.
Maybe I’m fascinated by the Stetsons. Or it could be that smooth as butter talking voice that causes my knees to go weak. Give a girl a cowboy, and um…, well she can do about just anything with those ass molding jeans. BAAM! Just like that your mind goes down the gutter.
At any rate, there are a few rules of thumb upon encountering a tall, dark, and handsome cowboy inside a honky tonk. First, girls I don’t care if his blue jeans scream ‘why don’t we just dance’ under the dim lights of the dive bar, never approach the Cowboy Casanova unless you plan on going home with him. If you’ve read enough romance novels like me, you’ve probably figured out by now the heroine always buckles with a tip of the hat and a sly wink.
Second, he’ll snub his nose up to a craft beer. So always, always pick up two Bud Lights. Lastly, if you get a “Hey Girl” make sure to give that cowboy the best damn smile you’ve got.
Personally you never know which way the night might lead, but still, if you’re lucky like me…you might just find the love of your life.
I wanted to say thank you to Misty and all the chicks for having me on today. I had a blast writing such a fun post.
So tell me. Who’s your all-time favorite cowboy?
Can’t wait to chat,