Cherrie Mack

Cherrie Mack? Who the hell is she?

 

I bet that’s what you’re thinking huh? Well… it’s only a matter of time before you know my name. I’ll be a regular here at Curious Bluster and I’m super excited about it.

So, let me introduce myself. I grew up in Flushing Queens, a fifteen minute subway ride to New York City. Growing up in New York was… well…. I’d have to say—a whole lotta fun. And the men? Oh my. (fanning myself)

In my early teens, it was the brooding, stand-offish, tattoo wearing rocker guy that reeled me in. Oh…and he surely had a piercing—somewhere. But then, like the books I read, I often changed genres. I grew tired of the same old, same old.

In my late teens, I was snagged by the neighborhood wise guys, the “guido” who dominated the crowd by instilling fear. Who were so overly possessive, you felt like they would absorb you with one look. And—if someone else even glanced your way? Hell hath no fury like a goodfella!

I got over those guys pretty quickly when the muscle heads entered the picture. Most of these guys had a bad reputation of having “nuttin upstairs.” But I can vouch for their intelligence. Most of them worked the club scene as a side job for extra cash. They ran security companies, were fire captains, detectives, lawyers and entrepreneurs.  Some were even putting themselves through school. All good looking, built like Greek gods, all dripping with sex. And every woman wanted one.  **Sigh** (I feel a new series coming on…)

So, it’s no surprise that I married at thirty years old. And my husband…he’s a little bit those guys, all rolled into one. And totally worth the wait.

Growing up in a city like New York, it was hard to find a hot cowboy with a slow southern drawl or an athletic surfer dude who had eyes for just his board and the perfect wave. But that’s why I read romance. And love every minute of it.

This brings me to the end of my post but the conversation is just getting started. If you comment, I will answer. And here’s what I want to know. I’d love the name of your hottest cowboy read…I wanna mosey down yonder and get roped and tied.

In the meantime, I’m looking forward to your visits, so don’t disappoint me. Let’s meet up again—same place, same time next month. ((HUGS))

Cherrie

 

 

 

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3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Author
    Jul 21, 2014 @ 14:13:02

    You sound like someone fun to have a beer with- can’t wait to know you better. Jillian

    Reply

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