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Do I have a pretty egg stashed somewhere here? Hmm. Look and see! In the mean time, read a bit about The Jinx.

Dwight McCormick wrote of The Jinx, "Johnson captures the spirit of so many of the romantic comedies we love on screen in the interaction of Rick and Ellen. Their haphazard fumblings draw them together even as they work to stay apart. You'll be smiling the whole time you read this book." Well, this reviewer also happens to be a friend, but he's a GUY, and he read the book and liked it. He also does stand-up comedy, so he knows funny.

Here's an excerpt:

Rick stalked back toward his desk and sat down on the chair, took a few deep breaths, and waited. He had been doing a lot of that lately. Another minute or so wasn’t going to kill him. The door opened just wide enough for Denise to slip inside. She pushed it shut behind her and sprinted to him.

“She wants to see you.”

“By all means, show her in. And then go home.”

“It’s not five o’clock yet.”

“It is somewhere. Go home.” Rick emphasized the last two words.

“Maybe I should…” Denise shifted from one foot to the other.

Rick gave her a look, which shut her up. She was a good secretary, a caring person, his right hand here. But he wanted her gone. Rick wasn’t sure what was going to happen when Ellen walked through that door, but he anticipated it could get ugly. He’d rather not have a witness here to see his downfall. He had been humiliated enough already in front of too many people. He was sure he was the laughing stock at the hospital. Everybody was getting to know him on a first name basis. Heck. He should get some kind of discount for all the business he had been giving them. He hoped his health insurance didn’t drop him.

Without another word, Denise opened the door and exited. In Rick’s head, the theme from “The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly” began to play. On cue, Ellen appeared.

She turned and faced him. She had the stance of a gunfighter down pat—legs braced, back straight, and stiff posture. And those eyes—those gorgeous blue eyes—were boring into him. He felt like an ant being incinerated by a sun ray through a magnifying glass. The music got louder. She was a heck of a lot prettier than Clint Eastwood.

Dressed in a white sleeveless dress, Ellen was showing a good portion of leg. Her hair was pulled up showing the smooth line of her neck. Rick remembered kissing the soft skin there. He broke out in a sweat. Oh, man. Get the coffin ready. Rick didn’t think he was going to be the one standing when the smoke cleared.

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Now, for you Tisket Egg People, I direct you to Mary Ricksen. She's a sharp lady. I'll link you to her at http://maryrickesen.com/pages/blog/blog.html. Mary, take it away.

And if at this point you are wondering what the heck I'm talking about, simply go to my website, find the Contests! tab, and read up on the "A Tisket, A Tasket, Put Romance in Your Basket" contest. All will be revealed there, so break a bunny leg, that is to say, 'Good luck', in Spring jargon.


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