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 smashed his toothpick when he glimpsed her washing her peaches. But can he bite her pink baseball? Find out in…
Passion’s green lightning.
(Yeah, that one was just for fun.)
He shunted his ice pick when he glimpsed her rampaging her carrots. But can he wallow her broken cup? Find out in…
Passion’s pea-green fog bank.
Smart Bitches: Romantic Suspense Blurbs Gone Wild!
He shagged his scissors when he glimpsed her shining her jellybeans. But can he demystify her magical book? Find out in…
Passion’s adorable fog.
Okay, “adorable” is really not a romance word. Should not mix this exercise with kittens….
He lathed his bayonet when he glimpsed her melting her muffins. But can he burn her tormented pillowcase? Find out in…
Passion’s steamy low pressure system.
Is it hot in here?
LOL!
He quivered his pin when he glimpsed her entering her jelly donuts. But can he devour her tumescent globes? Find out in…
Passion’s peachy cyclone.
Smart Bitches: Romantic Suspense Blurbs Gone Wild!
He Cooked his javelin when he glimpsed her grinding her bananas. But can he like her toasty hat? Find out in…
Passion’s tasty sunshower.
Whee! That was fun. Can I do it again please?
He talked his needle when he glimpsed her scamming her apples. But can he watch her happy mushroom? Find out in…
Passion’s stupid rain.
He whapped his lance when he glimpsed her crossing her calamari. But can he look her beautiful hat? Find out in…
Passion’s Orgasmic Twister.
Srsly, y’all. This is the best. Contest. EVER! *wipes eyes*
He fell his glass shard when he glimpsed her sagging her cakes. But can he close her hungry pen? Find out in…
Passion’s noisy cloud.
He laughed his saber when he glimpsed her screaming her artichokes. But can he sprinted her long panther? Find out in…
Passion’s gold hail.
He Lost his Dagger when he glimpsed her Piping her Apples. But can he Dance her Lovely Lady? Find out in…
Passion’s Swift Clouds.
He Eloped his Awl when he glimpsed her teetering her Eclairs. But can he recline her Bodacious couch? Find out in…
Passion’s Lucious willy willy.
(Hope Aussie term for a small tornado is acceptable)! It did make the title a little sillier for me 🙂
He held his machete when he glimpsed her caressing her apples. But can he approach her retiring handbag? Find out in…
Passion’s dull clouds.
Laughing is not helping with the stomach flu thing:
He ejaculated his katana when he glimpsed her humping her meatballs. But can he lathe her sparkly werekoala? Find out in…
Passion’s Aromatic Tornado
He passed his circular saw when he glimpsed her motorboating her Mars Bars. But can he elect her starry unicorn? Find out in…
Passion’s azure hurricane.
I cannot resist a Mad Lib!
He futtered his icicle when he glimpsed her boning her turkey legs. But can he fellate her moist soulmate? Find out in…
Passion’s sloppy thunderhead.
Yeah baby. Futter that icicle.
(Spamword is long19. I’ll bet.)
He Fled his Knitting Needle when he glimpsed her yodelling her scones. But can he punts her morose lemming? Find out in…
Passion’s orange fog.
He nuzzled his letter opener when he glimpsed her mewling her eggs. But can he stun her grainy beef? Find out in…
Passion’s resonant dust devil.
Well, none of that makes the least bit of sense, except in an awful, paranormal egg-laying shapeshiftery way. (I just hate the word mewling, don’t you?)
still53: It’ll probably still be 53 seconds or so until I get over “mewling her eggs.”
He screwed his knitting needle when he glimpsed her jumping her popsicles. But can he slide her passionate dog collar? Find out in…
Passion’s pesky hurricane.
I love madlibs!
He buggered off his carrot when he glimpsed her smoking her veal cutlets. But can he sew her effulgent andiron? Find out in…
Passion’s prodigious waterspout.
He sheathed his sword when he glimpsed her slurpping her sweet potatoes. But can he slow her slippery slobber? Find out in…
Passion’s Humungous Hail Storm.
He dropped his knife when he glimpsed her grinding her cheese. But can he catch her tasty Ford Falcon? Find out in…
Passion’s Dirty Funnel cloud.
Smart Bitches: Romantic Suspense Blurbs Gone Wild!
He punted his chisel when he glimpsed her tweaking her turkey wrap. But can he drive her haunted lawn chair? Find out in…
Passion’s flaming blizzard.
He Paddled his Knitting Needle when he glimpsed her Screaming her Pomagranates. But can he Lick her Warm Vanilla? Find out in…
Passion’s Squishy Cumulus nimbus.
He blundered his shark’s tooth when he glimpsed her divining her pomegranates. But can he cuddle her gerontological grapefruit? Find out in…
Passion’s Half-Baked Cyclone.
Wow. Clearly a story of lust and love at a seaside fruit stand. He’s a marine biologist with a chip on his shoulder (unfortunately obtained in a shark-tank demonstration gone awry), and she’s farmer’s daughter trying to peddle her family orchard’s wears to tourists in a last-ditch hope of paying for her grandfather’s expensive knee surgery. Will marine biologist collide with fruit stand, er, -ologist? Will he take a step forward and open himself up to her touchy-feely family, and will she find the courage to share with him her psychic gift: visions of the future found in the rinds of citrus fruit?
…nothing38. Er, yeah, I’ve got nothing either.
I find it amusing how many people think “tornado” first…we must have all lived in Tornado Alley.
He kissed his naginata when he glimpsed her leaping her canapes. But can he dance her dark curtain? Find out in…
Passion’s chartreuse tornado.
He threw his pencil when he glimpsed her bouncing her noodles. But can he dance her hot puppy? Find out in…
Passion’s purple hurricane.
He grabbed his ice pick when he glimpsed her stalking her boysenberries.
But can he leap her sultry lampshade?
Find out in…
Passion’s fecund squall.
He sharpened his shirt pin when he glimpsed her cloying her strawberries. But can he drive her pulsing puppet? Find out in…
Passion’s furry tornado.
)) I can’t stop laughing
He harumphed his acrylic nail when he glimpsed her sucking her ligonberries. But can he click her maloderous manroot? Find out in…
Passion’s purple cumulonimbus.
He spat out his lanyard spike when he glimpsed her hiccuping her avocados. But can he sit on her slimy manifold? Find out in…
Passion’s Smoky Tsunami.
He clutched his library card when he glimpsed her adjusting her muffins. But can he soothe her jaded pussycat? Find out in…
Passion’s myopic flurry.
This is way too much fun.
Wow, berries, and especially strawberries, are in trouble here. We all seem to have an unnatural reaction to produce.
Love the process, and I NEED to read the results!:
He hooted his dagger when he glimpsed her screaming her grinders. But can he kiss her wet lips? Find out in…
Passion’s shocking cumulus.
Smart Bitches: Romantic Suspense Blurbs Gone Wild!
He Violated his Awl when he glimpsed her Singing her Bacon. But can he Whip her Silly Boar? Find out in…
Passion’s Swarthy Storm.
He whittled his spork when he glimpsed her spinning her shrimp. But can he slide her happy hat? Find out in…
Passion’s green hurricane.
I would read Passion’s Green Hurricane… Though I don’t know about that shrimp spinning…
He flipped his barbecue fork when he glimpsed her sucking her grapes. But can he look her scratchy wolf? Find out in…
Passion’s Anxious Tornado!
(captcha text is larger52. Hee!)
He blustered his needle when he glimpsed her listening to her grapes. But can he anticipate her luscious weasel? Find out in…
Passion’s Clumsy Stratocumulus.
He flopped his ice pick when he glimpsed her licking her tapas. But can he stand her humongous building? Find out in…
Passion’s purple-headed tropical storm.
Wow. That just delivered one of the worst euphemisms I think I’ve ever heard! Flopped his ice pick?!
captcha: Special13.. Why thank you. Yes I am!
He blunted his stiletto when he glimpsed her licking her noodle pudding. But can he give her demonic toe jam? Find out in…
Passion’s Triumphant Sun Dog.