Chapter One

Love Story or Lovely Satire? 

In High School, I was obsessed with romance novels. I'm not into anything explicit so they were all very clean. They were also terribly predictable. Think lifetime movies but in the form of books. There were only ever two or three plot lines that were reused in every romance novel. Nothing was ever original. As I was lamenting to my best friend, I came up with the idea to write my own love story. Instead of trying to write a good one, I decided it would be more fun to write one as ridiculously cheesy as I could. And it turned out so fantastically awful that it was great.  It's titled Hunky Hotstuff Cowboy. 
If you are terribly curious as to just how good (awful) it is, here is the first installment: (You're welcome)

HOOOOOONNNKK!

Traffic couldn't get any worse as Ted McCarthy slowly lost the last little patience he had left in his body. At six feet, with a well toned torso and muscly calves, he cut an imposing figure. Though many people immediately did his every bidding, with his strength and intimidation packed into a small beat up truck he was easily dismissed by the hot-rod, sports car drivers. This day would be the last time he let them pass him, even if ol’ Loretta couldn't overtake their shiny sports vehicles. 

Traffic finally got moving on the highway. Sure enough, a little red sports car went to pass him and Ted gunned the engine praying Loretta would just hold together. As the fleetly red car pulled in front of Loretta easily, Ted pushed his girl to the limit and tailed the car. All of of sudden the red car braked in front of him but he had no time to stop poor Loretta from getting smashed on impact. As the airbag deflated, Ted said his goodbyes to Loretta.

"She better have a good explanation for stopping on the highway like this..." He grumbled as he saw a tanned leg emerge from the red car. Followed by an amazing figure and a stunning head of brunette hair. 

He got out of his poor Loretta with the intention of telling the gorgeous brunette a thing or two about driving when she locked eyes with him. Those stunning green eyes took the air right out of his lungs and stole the words from his mouth, like a raccoon taking food from a trash can.  Ted shook his head to clear it and noticed the fire shooting from her eyes and the determined set to her extremely kissable mouth. 

"This one's a lively one" he thought with grudging admiration. 

"You. Wrecked. My. Car!" She shouted, her eyes shooting lightning bolts at him. She took a couple deep breaths and calmed herself a little. This time she spoke with civility even if it was cold. "No matter" she said almost to herself. Then to him, "we should exchange information and whatnot, and we both know it’s your fault so you can pay for the damage." 

That snapped Ted back to earth faster than a bull throwing a rookie off his back. 

"I'm not paying for this! You’re the one who stopped on a highway!" He shouted back with barely controlled anger. 

"Huh, well to my knowledge if you rear end a car it is automatically your fault. Sucks for your insurance company." She said with a controlled voice and a shrug. 

"Fine let’s just get this over with. Ted McCarthy" He crossed his arms in front of his chest

"Glad to see your so on board. Anna Steele " she said with a wry smile as she mimicked his stance. 

Ted could tell that she had a bone to pick from the moment she saw him. She probably thought he was a no good hick from back woods Tennessee. He wasn’t going to correct her snap judgment of him. Instead he put a little extra drawl in his words as he leaned one arm on the car by her head, “Well then, Sweetheart, we better get ourselves more acquainted.” 

Anna stiffened as he leaned in, their lips only a breath away. Her eyes started to smolder and Ted was tempted to kiss her. In one second her eyes flashed with what looked like pain and hardened. He must’ve misread the heat because she was once again the cold rich girl he first met.

“I think we are acquainted enough. ” 

Once they were finished exchanging information they went on their way. He couldn't get her out of his head, though she most likely had no trouble getting him out of hers. 

Well, that's what she tried to tell herself.