Maybe I’ve become immune to all the ripped abs and tight tooshies slathered all over my FB newsfeed by fellow romance authors, or maybe I’m just secretly gay, but to be honest, the sight of a buff, muscled and ripped male bod has never really revved my engine that much. I much prefer a slender young man with long hair sporting ripped leather pants and looking like a Marilyn Manson concert reject than I had a muscled cowboy, firefighter, or police officer. Nothing will give me whiplash faster than an eyeliner wearing, lipstick toting musician with wild hair, leather bracelets, tattoos, and an emo attitude. Some women like to go to rodeos to gawk at the riders. My playground is Warped Tour where you can’t tell the musicians from the concert goers and it’s a proverbial potluck free-for-all where anything over legal age is food for the cougars. So if I happen to be at a BVB concert and you are a cute young thing with long hair, a tight ass, total tattooed sleeves, and that bulge in your pocket is more thanks to your tube of mascara than your happiness at seeing me, and BONUS if you happen to be a member of a band, then watch out cause I just might fan girl ALL. OVER. YOU. Did that sound dirty? Good #eroticawriterproblems

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Seriously, if I saw this out walking around at a concert, I’d be like those rate suckers from the Progressive commercials. I’d latch on to that and NEVER. LET. GO. Cause, daYUM.

Hello, my name is Nicola and I have a rock star addiction.

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