It's that not-so-fresh-feeling. But, I guess I'll just hike up my skirt once more, and flash a little leg at all the Blogger-folk because today...
I'M BEING DOUBLE PIMPED!!
to see how she put me on display!
You'll either laugh, sweat, or cry in your pants a little
My SECOND PIMP, is the decadent, caliente pimp master herself:
She's here not only to pimp her book
but my skills as her beta reader!
Dang...I feel so nakey in my red stilettos.
Beta reading by Tammy...
She catches typos with such clever clarity...Titling (I read tit. That’s bad girl!! Is that where your boob goes to the left slightly? ;) ) her head to the right, Jane offered a little smile
“I can go out! And Eve? She wasn’t a problem (at all). She was good dog. I will miss her
She offers book psychology...
Mr. Perfect looked at Jane and blushed. (this is me…but all your Coulter men have been manly men…not blushers. You just wussified him with the blushing.)
Trip reddened. “Sorry, I mean angry.” (don’t redden my hunk!! Maybe wince or shake head)
Her heart nearly missed a beat when he lowered his head and blushed. She saw it. He blushed. That spoke volumes, right? (yeah it spoke volumes like wuuuuusssy…j/k. u actually played that one ok. THIS ONE only)
She picks apart your words wise (assed)ly...
Trip’s laugh came like rapid fire. (I’m laughing cuz I’m imagining bullets coming out of his mouth…oh crap, jane is dead!! He killed jane!! Maybe change that )
Her heart raced every time his thumb moved. She licked parched lips and swallowed (no comment needed…lol) hard (too easy..wow, she's quite the swallower…every pimp just lined up for her) as she studied him.
She offers new perspectives- The good, the bad, the weird...
Kissing the pup’s head, she set her on the couch then stripped off her shoes and her tunic. (oh yeah baby, get nakey)
People in love do stupid things, because it mushes up the head. And you remember what your father always says?” (wipe front to back not back to front?) “A fish rots from the head.(whoa…that sounds gross with my wiping comment!!)”
“Listen,” Sasha said as she twisted her hair and pinned it to the back of her head, “women make all the sacrifice, they give up everything to be shit on in the end. Take fatty.(who, me?) I bet his wife has spent her whole life building his family and his home… backing him as he climbed the ladder, and what does she get in return?” (a new pony?)
Jane smiled. “Can I help you, Mrs. Little?” (yes, can you make me bigger? No?)
“Tracy Dugan was never a mother. You’re as motherless as I am…maybe even worse. Hell, at least I can pretend my mother abandoned me because she had no choice; you just have to accept that your mother is cow.” (ewww…her father is into beastiality??? So gross)
He relaxed his body on his heel as he propped her injured foot on his bent knee. His thumb stroked her ankle, his face looked concerned. “Any better?” (my thought is most people would have you prop your foot up, so why isn’t he having her lie down?? Then he can get on top of her and cue the 70s porn music that has been on vibrate on his phone this whole time, in his front pocket…)(also he can put her foot on his lap…)
She offers advice...
“He has a girlfriend.” Sasha reminded her flicking ashes into a diet coke can on the night table. (warning….don't drink that)
Frankie sat beside her. He grabbed her hand. “There’s no time for this and you know it.” (for me…no grabbing hand. He’s too macho for that.)
“I’d say that’s some favor. Woo hoo. Probably lit the poor little nerd…” (can I get a description for this pesky eddie…man, he reminds me of some people…please make it annoying!!)
And she offers awesome praise!
“So, she will whip your ass. There are bitches in this world and there are beasts, and she is definitely the beast of bitches. (love)
Jane rolled her eyes and waved him off. Jen was a waitress, but Eddie liked telling people he was dating a stripper. Made the men go ooh and the ladies go eww and somehow that entertained Eddie. (brilliant!!!)
“Sasha,” Jane croaked, then cleared her throat. “This is Trip. Trip, this is…”
“I know who he is Jane. He’s the guy banging the lawyer on four. Right?” Sasha paused, but not long enough for either Jane or Trip to answer before she continued, “I know the type. I don’t need introduction.” (I heart sasha!)
Sasha grabbed the bottle of vodka, her glass, and went to her room closing her door with a bang. (I love her!)
Simply put? Tammy makes editing fun.
Thanks chick, you are truly all sorts of awesome!!!
AND NOW THE PIMPING OF FATE INTENDED:
Fate Intended is the third book in the Coulter Men Series. Trip is the last of the Coulter sons to find love. He’s a handsome man with all the skills a young spy needs to succeed. But when it comes to love, he misses the target. Jane is a sweet beauty who may or may not be wanted for murder. She’s hiding out as a cleaning lady when chance brings her and Trip together. It looks like a happily ever after is in the cross hairs until reality tries to destroy what fate has intended.
Elizabeth Seckman is a simple chick with a simple dream…to write stories people want to read.