Slow, deliberate kisses worked up her throat, brushed past her ear, then captured her lips. A deft motion behind her unsnapped her bra. Shimmying free of it, her bare breasts grazed against his torso. More tremors of excitement darted through her.
Though I borrowed much of Jackson's personality and professional experiences from my man, the character also took on a life of his own. Jackson's about ten years older than my real-life boyfriend and the personal demons with which the hero struggles are fictional. And I'm not ashamed to admit I envisioned Grey's Anatomy's Eric Dane often when writing descriptions of the character. Yeah, I have a big crush on McSteamy, but the BF and I agree that if All the Good Men is ever made into a movie, Benjamin Bratt would be our first choice for the lead. Sorry, Eric!
All the Good Men is a very personal story for me and I hope for my readers the intimate details add to the depth of the story.