Friday, July 27, 2012

Jeannette Murray—Stealing Clothes

I'd like to welcome romance author Jeanette (Kat) Murray to Over Coffee. She's written the first book in her Semper Fi military romance series, The Officer Says I Do. It's a fun romantic read and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I like the fact her story accurately depicts military life of family members. You can read my four star review HERE. 
But today she's covering a serious topic—women who steal men's clothes, lol! I, of course, never stole, I mean wore, any of my husband's clothes when he was deployed. Oops, was that lightning? Busted.

Thanks to the Sia McKye for having me! I’m so excited about my first paperback release, The Officer Says “I Do.” I might actually do a dance. Though really, nobody wants me to do that…it’s not pretty.

So instead I thought I would talk about a very serious topic. It’s something that my husband has been battling for months, nay years, and has yet to manage to come out victorious.

The Clothing Stealer.

Oh, that’s me, by the way. *waves* Hey! I steal clothes. But not just any clothes. My husband’s clothes. And only to wear around the house. See, he works nights sometimes, or he’s gone for drill over the weekend, or he’s gone for seven months on a deployment. And while I never suffer too greatly—hey, I’m a lady who likes the bed to myself—one thing I tend to catch myself doing a whole long more than I do when he’s home is wear his clothes.

It starts out innocently enough. A pair of his mesh basketball shorts to mow the lawn in. Mine are all in the wash, so it’s just practical. Then the house is freezing and I’m being cheap and don’t want to turn the heat on, so I use one of his oversized sweatshirts. Then it’s a t-shirt to sleep in, and another sweatshirt to cuddle with…

Before you know it, I’m using his side of the closet more than mine. But why? It’s not like these things make me look good. No. It’s the comfort factor. Despite the fact that I’m an independent woman and can handle myself for months at a time, I subconsciously seek out something familiar. The texture of his shirts, the smell of his sweatshirt, the warmth of layers (since he’s a furnace and I am always freezing).

It was this that prompted me to write about Skye stealing Tim’s sweatshirt and wearing it when he wasn’t looking.

  • Ladies, do you ever steal, um, borrow your guy’s clothing?


The Officer Says I Do

He’s a Marine…she grew up on a commune.
He always puts duty first…she’s a free spirit with an unshakable belief in Fate.
He loves routine and order…she brings chaos and creativity wherever she goes.
They’re going to balance each other perfectlyor drive each other completely, utterly insane…

On a wild pre-deployment celebration in Las Vegas, Captain Timothy O’Shay encounters free-spirited beauty Skye McDermott, and for once lets down his guard. Now his life is about to take off in directions he never could have imagined…Excerpt Chapter

Here’s another short excerpt from when Tim found The Sweatshirt Stealer…
Tim paused, dresser drawer half open. Wait, part of the fun was never knowing? When had he adopted that line of thinking? Consistency. Consistency was his favorite. He liked rules, schedules, stability. He lived his life by it. He breathed reliability.
He shook out a pair of basketball shorts and an old Academy t-shirt and slipped on the comfortable outfit. A night snuggling on the couch with Skye seemed like a great way to end a shitty day.
Maybe he’d even cop a feel, straight out of a middle school handbook.
But when he jogged back down the stairs, hitting second base was the last thing on his mind. 
Skye stood with her back to him, debating the DVDs in the entertainment center. As usual, she swayed from side to side as if she couldn’t stand still, as if some song in her head compelled her to move and dance.
She’d twisted her hair into a knot, though a few tendrils had already escaped and were flowing down around her neck. What he could see of her legs were encased in black leggings, though her feet were bare. But he’d recognize that top anywhere. 
That was his favorite sweatshirt from college. The soft gray material was always a comfort on chilly days. The N with a star on the front was starting to crack and peel off. A size too big on him, it swallowed Skye’s torso whole, falling almost to her knees. He’d lost it weeks ago. Or so he thought. 
She must have had it for a while now. How long had she been wearing it? 
And why did the thought of her in his clothing turn him on so much? 
“Where did you get that?” 

She whipped around, her knot of hair bobbing. Following his gaze, she glanced down at the sleeves that dangled over her hands, too long for her arms by half. 
"Oh. Um.” Her teeth caught her bottom lip like they always did when she was worried.
“I’m not mad. Just, where did you find it? I thought it was lost.”
“It was in the laundry basket one day.” Skye crossed her arms over her chest, hugging herself. “I was cold with the AC on so high, but I didn’t want to turn it down, since you’re always so warm when you get home. And it smelled like you…” Her voice trailed off as if she just realized what she’d said. Then she shrugged. “I wear it to bed a lot. I get cold at night.”
The sweatshirt was like a brand. His mark. His woman. Whatever tentative hold he’d had on his urges, his cravings collapsed faster than an untrained platoon of privates. He took the three steps across the room and grabbed her by the shoulders, hauling her into his body. She grunted but didn’t resist.
And when he lowered his lips to hers, she rose up to meet him.

Kat (or Jeanette!) spends her days surrounded by hunky alpha men…at least in her imagination. In real life, she’s a wife and a mother, keeping tabs on her husband of six years, her three year old daughter and the family dog, a lovable (but completely stupid) Goldendoodle. Hang around long enough and you’re guaranteed to hear at least one or two stories about these three…

What’s with the two names? Great question. Kat (or Jeanette) writes for a few different publishers. And due to the timing of some releases, two names just seemed like the right option. But Jeanette (or Kat!) can assure you, no matter which pen name you’re reading, you’re going to get sexy contemporary love. 

You can find her:

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~Sia McKye~ said...

Kat, welcome to OVER COFFEE! I enjoyed your book. Being a military wife as well as a daughter, niece, and cousin of military men (Navy and Marine)I enjoyed visiting with Skye and Tim. And the C.O. and his wife--met a few of their sort, ugh.

Besides wearing hub's shirts, I was also didn't wash his pillow case when he was deployed. I hugged that pillow frequently.

welcome to my world of poetry said...

Loved the post, very intresting to read.


DonnaGalanti said...

This is adorable! And yes I do steal my husband's clothes - his fave tshirts and sweatshirts. More importantly I hide his fave clothes that I cant stand on him! ha ha.

And adorable excerpt. I love hearing how parts of an author creep into their book- because we all do it in our writing. Nice to look in on that window. Thanks for sharing!

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

My wife will get old t-shirts sometimes. And sweats. Both of which look huge on her!

Johanna Garth said...

Congrats on the book!

I don't steal my husband's clothes unless you count when I was pregnant and wore his coat because it was the only thing that fit and I was being too cheap to buy a maternity coat.

~Sia McKye~ said...

Donna, you crack me up. But I have been known to *lose* a few things I hate to see on hubs.

That was a cute scene with Tim and his *finding* his fav sweatshirt on Skye.

~Sia McKye~ said...

Alex, we tend not to care how huge the shirts and sweatshirts are. With Tees, the bigger is premo. Admit it, when you see her in your shirts, don't you want to kiss her because she's so darn cute in them?

@Johanna-I can just picture you, lol! But I hear you on investing in a coat you only wear a few months.

Jo said...

Many years ago I wore Matt's shirts occasionally, but never do nowadays.

jeanettemurrayauthor said...

Sia - Thanks for having me!

Yvonne - Thank you for stopping by. :)

Donna - I totally hide some of his clothes that I dislike too. Funny!

Alex - They hang on me as well. But I love the comfort. :)

Johanna - Yeah I was lucky to be pregnant mostly in the winter, but a mild winter climate. North Carolina. So never had to worry about a maternity coat, but it wasn't blistering hot either. Best of both worlds!

Jo - I definitely think I'll be doing this for quite some time. It's addicting!

~Sia McKye~ said...

Kat, glad to see you got the packing tape off your hands. Hopefully, you didn't it tangled in your hair and stuck to a moving box, or worse, the kid became a mummy because the tape was fun to play with.

I'm looking forward to your next visit!