Monday, July 11, 2016

[ Blogiversary ] Guest Post: The Walshes by Kate Canterbary

You Know You're Sleeping with an Architect When…            
Architects are special creatures. They are cut from a cloth that's all their own, and lumping them in with businessmen, doctors, or lawyers is to miss the nuances that make architects so fascinating.
In all things, they balance art and science, instinct and creativity. They tend to be highly articulate and attend to fine details, and bring deliberate thought to all of their decisions, and those are delightful quirks.
Here are a few snippets from Matthew Walsh, and how you'll know when you're sleeping with an architect:

1. They state their opinions as fact. It comes from years of defending their reasoning and advocating their designs with loads of research, and they need someone who can argue right back.

""The load on this structure"—I pointed to the roof—"is causing extensive stresses and deformations on the internal supports. The walls, the pillars. And I'd bet anything the foundation has deteriorated beyond repair. A strong gust and this place is coming down. I want you fifty feet away, Miss Halsted." I passed my fingers down the stone column for emphasis, a trail of sand and pebbles trickling to the ground.
"I'm only Miss Halsted inside the classroom. Call me Lauren." Her smile was serene, yet wholly impatient. "Are you sure?"
"I make a point of knowing safe structures." I wanted to drag her across the street, lock her in the car, and then…well, those interests weren't part of a standard consult."

2.     They're used to getting their way. Architects typically rank right up there with doctors and lawyers as highly knowledgeable people, and people who don't need to be told how to do their jobs well. They also tend to be crazy-smart, and those big brains are weapons of mass seduction.

""Considering I'm the guy who figures out how to ignore the laws of physics on a daily basis, I'm not in the business of saying no very often, especially not to beautiful women.""

3.     They believe in order and structure. Architecture is grounded in thorough preparation and highly detailed planning. Think about it: when was the last time you saw an architect roll up at a construction site and say, "Let's try it this way, and if that doesn't work, we'll figure something else out"? That happens just about never, and we're all quite thankful for that.

"Perhaps my favorite Walshism—biting and growling aside—was the way he and his siblings made lists everywhere, all the time. They couldn't run to Dunkin Donuts for an afternoon coffee without a neatly written list, and they talked that way, too."

4.     They throw archi-speak into date night conversation. Architects possess a language all their own, and if you spend much time with them, you'll become wise to juxtaposition, unresolved plan geometries, and chaotic roof forms.

""Like I said, I don't see it as balance. It's about the fulcrum."
I shook my head, not following his reference.
"A fulcrum is the point where a lever rests, is supported, and pivots. Think about a seesaw. It's just a lever positioned over a fulcrum. Force on either side pivots the lever. On a seesaw, the fulcrum is always in the same place—the midpoint. But in life, and other mechanical applications, the fulcrum moves. Sometimes it's far to one side because force is exerted there. That's been my life for just about a decade now. There are days, sometimes a lot of days, when I hate it. But I mostly love it.""

5.     They don't mince words. Whether it's their linear thinking or the belief they're always right, they tend to be direct. They're also up-front about some of their naughtier interests.

"We work too much and neither of us has a life. We covered that last night. Doesn't have to be drinks. Maybe just my cock in your mouth, and just because you want to."

6.     They show off. Architecture requires years of coursework, apprenticeships, testing, and more coursework, and they love flexing those intellectual muscles.

"You did that in your head." She pointed at the number. "I didn't see you write anything down, or use a calculator."
Watching Lauren's eyebrow arch, I chuckled and slipped my hands into my pockets. "Well, yeah. It's mostly addition. Some multiplication."

7.     They show off even more…and take pride in their craftsmanship. Architects are experts at designing structures, but that doesn't mean they all know their way around a toolbox. Matthew Walsh's skills know no limit, and he doesn't hold back in this text message exchange:

Lauren:  you think your desk can hold us? If it's anything like the desk at your place…
Matthew:  I built it. It holds over 1000 pounds.
Matthew:  So, yeah.
Matthew:  if given the option, I'd take you back to my place and bend you over the dining room table.
Matthew:  or any other surface. Several come to mind.

8.     They want to forget about all about architecture and get lost in someone special.

She was breathing hard, her chest heaving against mine and her cheeks flushed. "Please tell me my building didn't collapse or you found a tyrannosaurus skeleton or some other ridiculous thing."
I rolled my eyes.
"Would you shut up about your fucking building for a minute and let me kiss you?"
I backed her against the wall, yanking her up on her toes, kissing her like we were alone in this terminal and there was nothing else but her, and I felt wild. It was raw and demanding and urgent, and if it weren't for that tiny, obnoxious corner of my brain and its incessant reminders not to rip her clothes off in an airport, I would have been inside her by now.

RESTORED by Kate Canterbary
Release Date: July 12, 2016
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Series: The Walsh Series, Book 5

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If I had known I'd have a hot architect balls deep inside of me before the end of the weekend, I'd have made time for a pedicure.

It's all the little things—the action plans, the long-kept promises—that started falling apart when my life slipped into controlled chaos.
After I met Matthew Walsh.
I couldn't decide whether I wanted to run screaming or rip his pants off, and most days I wanted a little of both. If I was being honest with myself, it was rip his pants off, ride him like a workhorse, and then run screaming.
A rebellious streak ran through Lauren Halsted. It was fierce and unrelentingly beautiful, and woven through too many good girl layers to count, and she wasn't letting anyone tell her what to do.
Unless, of course, she was naked.
She wasn't looking for me and I sure as shit wasn't looking for her, but we found each other anyway and now we were locked in a battle of wills, waiting for the other to blink.
Sometimes the universe conspires to bring people together. Other times, it throws people down a flight of stairs and leaves them in a bruised and bloodied heap.

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