Hi and welcome to the Bad Boy Blog Hop! I just happen to have a really snarky description in my current WIP that I’d like to share. Mind you, Jack turns out better than he sounds here, but he’s sexy when he’s bad and when he’s good!
Tell me about the worst boyfriend you’ve ever had and I’ll enter you to win a $10 Amazon gift card. He’d better be baaaad, though.
Without further ado, here’s Jack:
Three years ago, on a rainy night in the middle of December I met a man…let’s call him Jack. I felt immediately, irredeemably, passionate about him, despite all my friends’ fervent warnings. They called him a salesman, a politician, a glad-hander. Cynical, superficial, shallow, and cold. And they were right. He was the kind of man who would sidle up to the desk clerk and talk to her in an intimate whisper as though they’d been friends for ages. You’d usually find him in a crowd of acquaintances, usually at a bar, calling the bartender by name. Or handing out cigars at some candidate’s rally. Or gazing soulfully into his latest victim’s eyes.
The victim being a woman, of course.
Women were always taken in because Jack listened. Even on the first date, his prey would find herself telling him all sorts of secrets. He’d look deeply, with remarkably authentic sympathy, into her eyes, and before she knew it, she’d be feeding him tidbits from her plate. With any luck she’d recognize him for the hollow creature he was before it went too far. Jack wasn’t even an empty suit—he was more like an empty polo shirt that he’d picked up as a freebie at a celebrity golf tournament.
Pretty nasty, isn’t he? Trust me, he improves.
Now, if you haven’t had enough, why don’t you skip over to Jean Joachim’s site to link to other bad boys? And don’t forget to leave me a comment and your email address!