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.
Smart Bitches: Romantic Suspense Blurbs Gone Wild!
He paddled his nail when he glimpsed her panting her bing cherries. But can he watch her grumpy Peter? Find out in…
Passion’s Pretty Fog.
This may have taken an ugly turn.
merely83 – hey let’s not age me that much. I have a birthday coming but it’s not that one.
He spilled his dagger when he glimpsed her tickling her casseroles. But can he demolish her Ingenius Captain? Find out in…
Passion’s Grizzled Tornado.
Huh, that actually kind of works! Except for the casseroles… Casseroles are NOT sexy…
That was fun! Here’s mine:
He crashed his stiletto when he glimpsed her carousing her lima beans. But can he sneak her crotchety elephant? Find out in…
Passion’s dizzy tornado.
Well, I DEFINITELY won’t win:
He agitated his utility knife when he glimpsed her kissing her olives. But can he gnosh her crisp blossom? Find out in…
Passion’s miserly microburst.
He showered his ice pick when he glimpsed her hiking her artichokes. But can he prance her crazy leather? Find out in…
Passion’s Rapt Hurricane.
He shifted his knife when he glimpsed her sucking her puddings. But can he swim her sparkly dog? Find out in…
Passion’s blue tornado.
Smart Bitches: Romantic Suspense Blurbs Gone Wild!
He lathered his dirk when he glimpsed her frothing her merangues. But can he spelunk her cinnabar cavern? Find out in…
Passion’s sheer cloudburst.
He flung his ax when he glimpsed her knocking her steaks. But can he stand her fluffy folder? Find out in…
Passion’s dark blizzard.
Smart Bitches: Romantic Suspense Blurbs Gone Wild!
He abraded his needle when he glimpsed her twirling her cheeses. But can he sing her perverse modem? Find out in…
Passion’s erudite hook echo.
He searched his dagger when he glimpsed her pumping her bagels. But can he lick her solid lipstick? Find out in…
Passion’s moist hurricane.
Smart Bitches: Romantic Suspense Blurbs Gone Wild!
He bounced his arrow when he glimpsed her shouting her grapes. But can he prance her fuzzy Criminal? Find out in…
Passion’s slimy hurricane.
He scrubed his saber when he glimpsed her sewing her blueberries. But can he call her heavy balcony? Find out in…
Passion’s blue volcano.
He shafted his spear when he glimpsed her gesticulating (at) her creamcakes. But can he slither (over) her flexible body? Find out in…
Passion’s luscious fog
He yodeled his cheddar when he glimpsed her baring her apples. But can he taste her exceptional allure? Find out in…
Passion’s Unmasked High Pressure System.
Tee hee!!
He ran his scissors when he glimpsed her opening her cherries. But can he sit her black quilt? Find out in…
Passion’s dark cloud.
He shook his letter opener when he glimpsed her popping her bananas. But can he eat her hairy rabbit? Find out in…
Passion’s Drippy Breeze.
He hoed his shrimp fork when he glimpsed her bemoaning her niblets. But can he question her sparkling qumquat? Find out in…
Passion’s malevolent drizzle.
Awesome.
He screamed his sword when he glimpsed her yawning her crackers. But can he see her swiftly panda? Find out in…
Passion’s slowly clouds.
Mine don’t make no kinda sense, but here t’is anyway:
He choked his arrow when he glimpsed her waddling her cinnabuns. But can he bounce her tasty magnet? Find out in…
Passion’s wheezy hailstorm.
He left his knitting needle when he glimpsed her baking her cupcakes. But can he eat her sweet ticket? Find out in…
Passion’s cool cloud.
He went his adze when he glimpsed her eating her raspberries . But can he taste her delicious seat? Find out in…
Passion’s hard cloud.
french88 – That’s how much kissing there is in this book, baby!
Smart Bitches: Romantic Suspense Blurbs Gone Wild!
He Crushed his Spear when he glimpsed her Crossing her Flans. But can he Needing her Flighty Dragon? Find out in…
Passion’s Impatient Thunderhead.
So, I work at a summer camp and have a select vocabulary, consisting mainly of the phrases: “Not nice; stop, please” “Are you making nice choices?”/“Is that a good choice?”/ “I don’t think that is a good choice”,“Swimming is after chug 3”, “Sticks belong on the ground and leaves belong on the trees”, so, I decided to use words that relate to camp and came up with the following blurb:
He ran his stick when he glimpsed her swimming her plums. But can he sing her dirty bus? Find out in…
Passion’s nice tornado.
It makes me laugh
He shimmied his sword when he glimpsed her creaming her blueberries. But can he float her sensual swimming pool? Find out in…
Passion’s pillowy cloud.
ROFLMAO!
Dear Gawd, this is just so wrong-but so much fun!
my spam word is bad76- 76 times the badness baby!
He watched his stiletto when he glimpsed her tasting her cookies. But can he paint her gnarly towel? Find out in…
Passion’s peaceful thunder
That was really funny!
Smart Bitches: Romantic Suspense Blurbs Gone Wild!
He ran his awl when he glimpsed her swishing her apricots. But can he masticate her floppy dingleberry? Find out in…
Passion’s aromatic cumulus.
Verb, past tense: shimmied
Sharp object: ice pick
Verb, gerund (with an -ing): climbing
Food (plural): cream puffs
Verb, present tense: tapped
Adjective: glorious
Noun: mountain
Adjective: stupendous
Weather formation (noun): tsunami
wow, that didn’t work so well, crap!
Verb, past tense:
Sharp object:
Verb, gerund (with an -ing):
Food (plural):
Verb, present tense:
Adjective:
Noun:
Adjective:
Weather formation (noun):
He emitted his scythe when he glimpsed her chanting her rutabagas. But can he adumbrate her squamous toolshed? Find out in…
Passion’s overpaid tsunami.
Almost makes sense as an outtake from Cold Comfort Farm…
I give up… bad blogger, no book for me!
He yawned his Straight Razor when he glimpsed her Burping her Tacos. But can he behave her Rowdy Lightbulb? Find out in…
Passion’s Audacious Mostly Sunny with a Chance of Showers.
He pooped his shard of glass when he glimpsed her farting her potatoes. But can he stink her awesome turd? Find out in…
Passion’s funky fresh el nino.
He grazed his forklift when he glimpsed her fondling her cheeses. But can he forage her womanly microplane? Find out in…
Passion’s auspicious funnel.
Smart Bitches: Romantic Suspense Blurbs Gone Wild!
He screamed his icepick when he glimpsed her bonking her cheeses. But can he skip her happy kindergarten? Find out in…
Passion’s scorching typhoon.
He skipped his saw when he glimpsed her basking her peaches. But can he kneel her bawdy She-Ra? Find out in…
Passion’s dynamic hurricane.
OR
Smart Bitches: Romantic Suspense Blurbs Gone Wild!
He laved his claymore when he glimpsed her pruning her canteloupes. But can he adjust her slippery melons? Find out in…
Passion’s sleazy low trough.
this is fun!!!
He paced his stilletto when he glimpsed her sashaying her pomegranates. But can he pounces her rubbose saturnalia? Find out in…
Passion’s pristine storm front.
He Cherished his ice pick when he glimpsed her coveting her pears. But can he run her slimy mercedes? Find out in…
Passion’s loud fog.
Someone from The Weather Channel better be all up in this mess, is all I’m saying.