I’ve had such a blast writing about my handsome dark-haired, dark-eyed Irish lads from the Texas town of Pleasure! For those of you who don’t know me…yet…I was hit with a bolt of Divine inspiration while visiting LeBare in Houston. I’d go out on a limb to help a friend, so when my friend and fellow author, Tara Nina, suggested that we support her publisher by visiting the EC Models at a local club, I thought sure, why not? Before I go any further I should tell you that it all started with a hurricane in a bar in Houston, the yummy drink I’d first sampled while visiting New Orleans during RWA years ago, I had no idea what club they were performing at, but with the recent performance of the EC Models on stage wearing jeans, boots and Stetsons (no shirts–sigh) singing “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy,” I figured why not?
OK, now’s when I should tell you that I don’t get out much. I juggle my time between my day job, writing, my family, and running errands, grocery shopping and doing bills for my mom. My life’s pretty full, and at times exhausting but fulfilling. Since 1995, I’ve been using vacation time from work to attend writers conferences and conventions. My darling hubby is so supportive, he has let me and only just this past year attended RT with me to work behind the scenes. He had such a great time doing all that physical labor, that he’s coming with me to RT in LA.:)
Darn, I lost track of the point…OH yeah…I don’t get out much, so here we are, about to go to the local club, when another author friend, Veronica Towers decided to help support the guys. I’m sure there are those of you who’ve figured it out…Yep…LeBare is a ladies’ club. When they broke the news to me, I was still thinking it would be like seeing those Chippendale’s dancers on TV all those years ago. Tightly-fitted black slacks, no shirts, white collars w/black bow ties and white cuffs…WRONG! They were wearing tiniest little briefs I’d ever seen.My daughter knew what they were called, but I think this blog is PG13, so I’m not sharing that tidbit! LOL
ANYWAY…Lord love my friends, while they giggled, they convinced me we needed to pay extra for a table right up front.Yeah, I must have had the deer-in-the-headlights look on my face, and they figured why not drag me in all the way.
Long story short at the height of my embarrassment, a broad-shouldered cowboy, dressed in chaps, black spandex briefs, boots and a Stetson swaggered onto the stage and my hero, Tyler, was born. My creative side took over and I was able to transport myself to a place where I was comfortable, in the creative world I live in where everyone knows me and no one is laughing at me.
Soooo, you have the brief explanation of how the character for Tyler came to be. If you want to full story–meet me at RT in LA and have a hurricane waiting…
Slainte’
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