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• For several years, I was a teaching assistant in the anatomy department at The Ohio State University. Part of my duties included running a cadaver-based lab where we provided demonstrations with real human cadavers. One day, while I was stretching across the body to point out a fully intact brachial plexus, a student who was trying to see over my shoulder tripped and knocked into me. Rather than simply stumbling and catching myself as I’m sure most would have done, I managed to fall headfirst into the open chest cavity. My hair got caught on one of the ribs and it took several minutes to get me unstuck.
• When I was in college, I went out of my way to walk by my crush’s fraternity house during a home football game when I knew him and his buddies would be watching the game on the giant projector screen outside. I called out to him but instead of turning to see me waving all nonchalant as I’d planned, he saw me trip over my own two feet, smack my face into a no parking sign, right myself, stumble a second time, and finally fall headfirst into the ground. I wound up with a broken elbow, two black eyes, and a plethora of stitches. I did get a date out of it, sooo… a win in the end?
• My high school had a spiral staircase that led from the second floor open-concept loft hallway down into the main common area/cafeteria. When I was a freshman, I managed to trip and fall down those stairs during one of our block breaks—which meant the entire school was out of class and milling around. Not only did I fall almost the entire way down the stairs and break a few bones, but I also managed to take some of my fellow students with me.
• Later that same year—yeah, my freshman year was brutal—I found myself in another mortifying predicament. I was on stage waiting to receive my varsity letter for track and was standing by one of the tables they had set up to lay out the letters and certificates they were handing out. For some reason, they had the helium-filled balloons tied to the tablecloth instead of the table itself. One of those balloons was a bit deflated and hovering near the floor. Don’t ask me how—to this day, even with video evidence, no one can quite tell how I managed it—but that sad little balloon found itself between my legs. When I went to walk to the center of the stage to get my letter, the balloon came with me… as did the tablecloth, letters, and alphabetized certificates. Which of course meant the humiliation continued as they struggled for the rest of the ceremony to find the right certificate to hand to the correct party.
• Far be it from me to leave even my biggest days untouched by my disaster magnet. On my wedding day, as I was walking up the aisle toward my now-husband, I tripped and attempted to catch myself by increasing my forward momentum as I flailed my arms wildly through the air. All that managed to accomplish was to accelerate my fall. I landed at my husband’s feet, and yet again, I wound up with video evidence of my shame. As well as a large audience of my closest friends and family who will never—ever—let me live that down.
So, now that you’ve been privy to my top five most embarrassing moments, perhaps you’ll understand why I occasionally subject my characters to the curse that is my epic klutz-dom. After all, I’d be remiss not to use the endless litany of fodder my daily existence provides for fun and humiliating scenes.
His greatest prize can’t be won in the octagon.
Champion MMA fighter Adam Littrell needs no distractions as he prepares for the fight that will determine whether he retires. But when he opens the door of his swanky Las Vegas home to his new personal assistant, Bo Wilkins, staying focused becomes a struggle.
Aware of Adam’s surly reputation, Bo doesn’t expect to like his new employer, let alone fall for him. But Bo is pleasantly surprised when a shared love of books leads them to study for their GEDs together and plan for a life after their current careers. Adam won’t be able to fight forever, and Bo wants a relationship on equal footing.
But just as their relationship is getting off the ground, the sister Bo raised needs his help, and he drops everything. With Adam’s final match looming and Bo in a different city, reuniting will be the real challenge.
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The smell of fresh laundry mixed with strong cleaning chemicals assaulted Adam’s senses the moment he walked through the garage door after his morning training. He scrunched his nose in protest. The clean linen smell was pleasant, but what the hell kind of biochemical warfare was Bo waging on his home? The pungent scent of corrosive bleach and all manner of other caustic solutions burned his nostrils and left his head spinning.
He headed for the laundry room to drop off his gym bag and found Bo on his hands and knees in the hallway, scrubbing at the stone tile flooring.
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Bo sat back on his haunches and swiped a wrist over his brow. “I’m almost done here any—” His eyes bugged, and he scurried to his feet, the sponge dropping from his hand. “Holy crap on a cracker, what the heck happened to you?”
Adam froze when Bo’s soapy fingertips grazed his jaw. A jolt of electricity fired under his skin at the connection. He followed the tingling path of Bo’s touch with his own fingers, marveling at the intensity of the impression that brief contact left behind.
“Did you get jumped?” Bo’s brows pinched, his lips turning down at the corners. “Did you call the police? Are you hurt anywhere else?”
A laugh bubbled up Adam’s throat at the unexpected barrage of questions and the look of genuine concern twisting Bo’s face. When was the last time anyone cared he’d been hurt? Hell, unless they bordered on life-threatening, even he failed to notice his injuries more often than not. So was the life of a mixed martial arts fighter. Sparring was the best way to train, and sparring equaled wounds. Rarely as intense as those suffered at an official fight, but colorful and bloody nonetheless.
“I’m fine. Just a few scratches.” Adam tried to grin, but the act tugged at his already split lip and fresh blood trickled down his chin.
Bo gasped and clamped a hand over Adam’s wrist. “That’s more than a scratch. Where’s your first aid kit?”
“First aid kit?” Adam cocked a brow. He didn’t keep anything like that at home. If his injuries required mending, Eddie, his coach, would tend to him after he hit the showers. Today, the damage was minimal, so he’d left without patching up.
Gaping, Bo shook his head. “Don’t tell me you get beat up for a living and don’t keep basic first aid supplies around the house.”
Adam knuckled the blood off his chin and shrugged. “It’s a split lip. I’ll be fine.”
“A split lip, a black eye, and a gashed eyebrow. That is not fine.” Bo scowled and dropped Adam’s wrist with an adorable little huff. “I’m adding medical supplies to the grocery list. If you’re going to come home looking like roadkill on a regular basis, I’m going to need some necessities. In the meantime, will you at least let me put some ice on that eye?”
About the Author Evie Drae is a registered nurse by day and an award-winning male/male romance writer by night. She has won first place in seven Romance Writers of America® (RWA®) competitions, including the prestigious title “Best of the Best” in the 2018 Golden Opportunity Contest. She is a double finalist in the 2019 Golden Heart®, in both the Contemporary Romance and Romantic Suspense categories, and finished as a second-place runner-up in four additional RWA contests. As an added perk, she landed the fabulous literary agent Eva Scalzo from Speilburg Literary following a dual win in two separate categories of the 2018 Heart to Heart contest.
One of Evie’s favorite things to do is encourage her fellow writers. To that end, she started the #writeLGBTQ and #promoLGBTQ hashtags on Twitter to support and promote LGBTQ+ authors and allies while providing a safe space to connect and grow as a community. She is married to the love of her life, is the mother of three wonderful fur babies, and runs almost entirely on coffee and good vibes.
Evie loves to link up with fellow writers and readers. You can reach her directly at EvieDrae@gmail.com or find her on her social media accounts listed below. Twitter is where she’s most active but be sure to check out her blog too. She focuses on reviews for LGBTQ+ authors and allies with the occasional quirky advice/recommendation post just to toss things up.
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