Isn’t it refreshing to look out upon your friends and see a variety of characters? Every one with different personalities, interests, and quirks.
As a writer, I have such a wonderfully eclectic group of friends. And one of my very good friends, Eve Savage, is a dynamic power house and a published erotica writer. She walks into a room demanding attention, diving into her erotica writer character with ease, yet on the sidelines, she is a sweet and generous woman who’s main priority is raising her two incredibly intelligent children.
Now, one of the fun and funny benefits of being friends with an erotica writer is the emails that are passed on to you. Emails meant to inspire and ignite the mind to dream of intoxicating encounters with well muscled, well hu…well, you get the picture. Encounters with incredibly well formed men. They are very interesting emails…lets just say.
One day, my very own well formed man, informed me that he received an email from Eve while he was sifting through his emails at work. Before his day begins, he sits down with a cup of coffee and sorts through his personal email and then starts his day going through his numerous work emails. Monotonous, I’m sure; he has different emails for different security clearances.
Keep in mind that, at this time, my husband was a military man and thus surrounded by many other military men and women. He was making his way through each email when suddenly his screen was filled with well muscled, well formed male backsides, one after another.
What the hell?!
I imagine him choking on his coffee in his horror!
He furtively glanced behind him over each shoulder while, in a frenzy, he attempted to delete the email before any of his colleagues happened by.
How would he explain that one?!
I was dying. The look on his face when he told me was priceless, and when I notified my friend of her snafu, she was mortified!
Apparently, her phone synced his email to my name, thanks to our shared FB page. She thought she sent the backsides to me.
My husband certainly woke up quick that morning, maybe not in his preferred way, but he was awake none the less, and I had the hardest laugh I’ve had in awhile.
Thanks to my erotica writing friend for such hilarity and thank you to my easy going husband for being such a good sport!
Such are the dangers…