Since I poked a little fun at vaguely religious pseudonyms, and since Roxanne St. Claire isn’t a pseudonym, I thought, let’s have another ARC giveaway, shall we?
Yes, we shall!
Your task: more fun with romantic suspense! Using your power of Word Knowlege, use the form below to generate a title and its tagline.
As always, copy and paste your brilliant results into the comments. Two winners will be chosen to receive an advanced reader copy of Roxanne St. Claire’s next book, Hunt Her Down. 24 hours, so grab the hand of your nearest male silhouette, and run, run like the wind!
Note: the results appear in a popup window, so be ye warned.
He jazzed his toothpick when he glimpsed her sniffing her jicamas. But can he lick her blue calendar? Find out in…
Passion’s wet thunderstorm.
MMMMMMMM, word salad:
He boinked his Mr. Pointy when he glimpsed her grinding her puddings. But can he slide her luminescent werewolf? Find out in…
Passion’s Huge Nimbus Clouds .
Absolute genius! I’ve been crying with laughter at the previous comments. I humbly submit my own (and wish I’d thought of ‘traipsing’):
He swept his machete when he glimpsed her swimming her grapes. But can he blink her scornful tagine? Find out in…
Passion’s tumescent warm front.
He measured his awl when he glimpsed her fawning her rhubarb muffins. But can he embroider her sumptuous garden hose? Find out in…
Passion’s gritty squall.
Smart Bitches: Romantic Suspense Blurbs Gone Wild!
He shelled his glass shard when he glimpsed her chopping her apples. But can he shoot her ripe clog? Find out in…
Passion’s slick rainy.
He laved his spindle when he glimpsed her suctioning her beets. But can he ambulate her tangled steeple? Find out in…
Passion’s slippery thunderhead.
He swept his blade when he glimpsed her shivering her plums. But can he excite her golden bear? Find out in…
Passion’s effulgent thunderhead.
This makes odd, if twisted, sense. Gee, what kind of weather formation is on our minds these days?
“He stroked his fireplace poker when he glimpsed her wringing her eggplants. But can he tame her fuzzy motor? Find out in…
Passion’s vague ice.”
Good laugh this a.m. Thanks, SBTB! 🙂
He kissed his dagger when he glimpsed her cooking her cherries. But can he watch her pink doll? Find out in…
Passion’s squeaky wind.
He squiggled his Pez dispenser when he glimpsed her plumping her Cheetos. But can he groan her nebulous Ming vase? Find out in…
Passion’s Vengeful Ice Cloud.
(title caps added for effect. pretty. :D)
merely92. Funny, I don’t feel a day over 127…
He lathed his icepick when he glimpsed her whistling her fries. But can he yawn her piquant rock? Find out in…
Passion’s sunny tornado.
He scorched his ice pick when he glimpsed her flaming her mulberries. But can he explode her divine booby? Find out in…
Passion’s abominable landslide.
He dropped his sabre when he glimpsed her dangling her lollipops. But can he grab her intelligent skateboard? Find out in…
Passion’s deadly hailstorm.
Hey, that almost makes sense…:-)
He sharpened his harpoon when he glimpsed her killing her strawberries. But can he run her shiny Baths? Find out in…
Passion’s wet hurricane.
I’m still laughing…
Okay here is mine…but Grammar was never my strong suit…her shining her mutton? Really?
He Thrusted his Dagger when he glimpsed her Shining her Mutton. But can he Dance her Purple Dress? Find out in…
Passion’s Velvet Thunder.
He ached his nail file when he glimpsed her smarting her kumquats. But can he moan her sparkle nipple? Find out in…
Passion’s prehensile nimbus.
Smart Bitches: Romantic Suspense Blurbs Gone Wild!
He shot his thumbtack when he glimpsed her kneading her strawberries. But can he smiles her distracting underwear? Find out in…
Passion’s shocking cumulo nimbus.
He flew his knife when he glimpsed her loving her apples. But can he hate her fleshy woman? Find out in…
Passion’s beautiful rain.
He sat his letter opener when he glimpsed her schtupping her Twinkies. But can he run her lovely television? Find out in…
Passion’s Ugly Cumulonimbus Clouds.
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I added capital letters to the title, because I’m mildly compulsive that stuff. *g*
He washed his pitch fork when he glimpsed her turning her strawberries. But can he swim her beautiful swan? Find out in…
Passion’s soft thunderstorm.
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“tame her fuzzy motor” OMG! LOL!! good thing I finished my coffee before reading these…
He Dreamed his scissors when he glimpsed her walking her taco. But can he love her colorful Car? Find out in…
Passion’s jealous Hurricane
Total crap- but what the heck!
He knitted his nail when he glimpsed her crossing her grapes. But can he jump her sparkly bottle? Find out in…
Passion’s loud downpour.
i…have no words.
He Ran his Dagger when he glimpsed her Touching her Cheesecakes. But can he Jumps her Attractive Food? Find out in…
Passion’s Tasty Wind.
hahah very interesting.
He licked his quill when he glimpsed her swinging her raspberries. But can he blow her hairy ring? Find out in…
Passion’s spindly sleet.
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I was going for completely random words, which now seems kind of gross.
He Dropped his Trowel when he glimpsed her Spreading her Sauces. But can he Tame her Blue Island? Find out in…
Passion’s Red Thunder.
He ran his mail opener when he glimpsed her panting her grapes. But can he screw her shiny pistol? Find out in…
Passion’s huge clouds.
He jumped his potato masher when he glimpsed her shaking her eggplant. But can he singing her lush wyoming? Find out in…
Passion’s horse hurricane.
Eh, it got kind of jumbled at the end there. Personally I loved the title I saw above that was “Passion’s dirty rainbow”
He slopped his sword when he glimpsed her digesting her bananas. But can he nudge her mellow sofa? Find out in…
Passion’s orange thunderstorm.
He handled his ice pick when he glimpsed her seeing her baby back ribs. But can he have her pretty sun? Find out in…
Passion’s bright raining.
OMG!!! These are priceless. We seem to be self-sufficient women who can protect ourselves with the stillettos and ice picks. LOL It’s amazing how we think alike.
He pulled his knitting needle when he glimpsed her lifting her kiwis. But can he chuck her serene neighbors? Find out in…
Passion’s Scrawny Rain Shadow.
“He Haunted his Shiv when he glimpsed her Bespelling her Melons. But can he hunger her Insatiable Bagel? Find out in…
Passion’s Glowering Thunderhead.”
I won’t say that it makes it lot of sense, but you can certainly read into it if you have a fairly dirty mind. Which I do. Of course, this is true of all the entries I’ve read. It’s like Mad Libs—I love it!
Smart Bitches: Romantic Suspense Blurbs Gone Wild!
He Laughed his Pencil when he glimpsed her Dancing her Cupcakes. But can he Shout her Lovely Kitchen? Find out in…
Passion’s Sexy Cloud.
OKAY! I’m seriously LOVING my title!
He rushed with his kitchen knife when he glimpsed her heaving her shrimps. But can he crave her excellent bodice? Find out in…
Passion’s glorious tornadoe
He exhausted his machete when he glimpsed her flitting her mangoes. But can he fill her willful mailbox? Find out in…
Passion’s hungriest hurricane.
He armed his pencil when he glimpsed her flying her grapes. But can he run her sweet table? Find out in…
Passion’s tart depression.
I actually kind of like it! (I was eating breakfast)
He polished his ice pick when he glimpsed her melting her peaches. But can he tame her gentle intransigence? Find out in…
Passion’s frigid hail.
Smart Bitches: Romantic Suspense Blurbs Gone Wild!
He Sprang his stilleto when he glimpsed her clutching her eggplants. But can he seize her delicate Lips? Find out in…
Passion’s pouting thunderhead.
I kind of dig the name of this book! I see unicorns on the cover. Big, manly unicorns.
He fought his ice pick when he glimpsed her running her grapes. But can he love her lazy rabbit? Find out in…
Passion’s sunny cloud.