Guest Blogger - Janice Seagraves

Hi, my name is Janice Seagraves. I’m a romance writer.
Today I want to talk about nails.
Have you ever thought about nails?
I’m not talking about the nails you hammer into wall, but the kind on the end of your fingers. Whether you paint them, chew them, or pay lots of money to glue acrylics over the top of them—we all have nails.
Have you ever found finger nails sexy?
A lot of women who spend their hard earn cashed at salons, would probably say, yes.
What if they got broke off? Would they still be sexy?
No?
But what if a really sexy guy offered to bit them off for you?
Did that get your attention?

Excerpt from Windswept Shores:
Megan fought the dried branches tangled in her pack. Fingernails broke. Skin tore from her hands, but she couldn’t pull free.
“Hold still, mate. I got ya.” The snap of branches being broken overhead sounded as loud as gun shots, causing her to flinch. Seth pulled her up, setting her gently on a boulder, then stared at her thigh. “Gawd, that looks bad.”
“It hurts.” She reached for the stick that jutted out of her leg.
“Let me, I’ve got a better vantage point.” He gingerly grabbed the end of the age-blackened twig, pulling on it gently.
“Ow, ow, ow,” Megan complained.
“I’ll have to get it in one go.” Seth looked at her a moment. “Brace yourself.” He got a good grip, giving it a hard yank.
When the end came free, Megan yelped. Taking a quick look at the torn skin, she felt the blood drain from her face.
Seth tossed the blood-stained stick away. “I reckon that’s done it, eh?” He examined the wound. “Do you have a first-aid kit on you?”
“Backpack.” She gasped. “God, that hurt worse than when it went in.”
“It had a barb on it like a hook, causing it to rip on the way out.” Pulling off her pack, he found the kit at the bottom. “There’s not much here, just band aids and antibiotic ointment.”
“There’s antiseptic wipes.” She pointed them out.
“Naw, Megz, these aren’t any good for a puncture wound. I need to get ya to me mate’s boat, he has a proper kit.” He did what he could to clean the area, but had to use the two biggest bandages to cover the injury. “That’s the best I can do for now. There might be a piece still in there.”
“Another piece? That’ll cause an infection.” She bit her lip as fear gripped her. This is a bad place to be without a doctor.
"It might at that." He cleaned her knees so he could bandage them. "Bill knows a bit about nursing, being a medic in the war, and he'll know what to do." Taking one of her hands, he turned it over. "Skinned yer-self here, too?" Removing another wipe, he ran it over her palms.
"My nails broke off." Megan scrutinized her hands. "Damn, I didn't pack the clippers."
Seth held up one of her fingers. "There's a trick I did when my son were a babe." He set her fingernail between his teeth.
Megan gasped at the feel of his full lips as he nibbled. Heat pooled in her panties, as she gave a shuddered breath. I should make him stop. But when Seth's dove-gray eyes met hers, she couldn't find the strength to speak.
He took another of her fingers into his mouth.
"Orright, Megz?" He spat and wiped the spittle from his chin, then jammed the remnants of the first aid kit into her backpack.
"Y-yes," she stammered as she inspected his handiwork. "Neatly done." Megan glanced down at her other hand, wishing she had the nerve to ask him to do that one, too.
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Windswept shores available at Pink Petal Books: http://pinkpetalbooks.com/Windswept-Shores-Janice-Seagraves.html

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