There’s a scene in Exclusively Yours (which releases Monday!) in which Joe is helping Keri put on her gear for her first ATV ride and I thought it might be kind of fun to show you what that looks like.

This is me, last weekend. It was ZOMG dusty, though, so unlike Keri, I’m wearing a train-robber bandana under my helmet in a futile effort to keep my sinuses grit-free. Of course it rained just before I took the picture. Not enough to keep the dust down, but enough to make muddy polka dots on my goggles.

As a quick side note, let me just say how much I appreciate all the great support and buzz everybody has given this book. Anybody who follows this blog or my family four-wheeling blog (which, incidentally, has a picture of just how dusty it was last weekend), knows that Exclusively Yours is a little extra special to me. Now, without further ado…

“I feel like Mr. Magoo.”

Joe smiled and worked at buckling the chin strap of Keri’s helmet. “It’s only a slight resemblance.”

Her eyes narrowed behind the oversized protective lens of her goggles. “How slight?”

“Very. Trust me, babe, I never found Mr. Magoo anywhere near as hot as you look right now.”

“In this?”

Absolutely in that. The jeans and boots were tame enough, but there was something about seeing her decked out in riding gear that got his motor running. The pink and white jersey hugged her curves before disappearing into the waist of her jeans, where her pink-gloved hands rested to show her annoyance. The pink and silver helmet covered her head and the lower half of her face, with the goggles helping obscure her features.

But her eyes and body language let him know she didn’t realize just how much she looked like one of the models posing on ATVs in magazine ads. He thought she looked sexy as hell.

“Just so you know, the muddier I get, the more intrusive my questions will be.”

“Just remember I get to ask one for every one I answer, and I’m a guy. Just imagine how intrusive my questions could be.”

Joe finally managed to get her buckle snug, then slapped the side of her helmet. “Oh, sorry about that. I’m used to helping the boys. It’s a guy thing.”

“It’s a little claustrophobic in here,” she said, tugging down on the front of the helmet.

“It goes away when you’re moving and getting some air flow. Let’s go, babe.”

“Why do we have to be in front? I’d rather be in the back where nobody can hear me scream.”