Welcome Diane Saxon to the blog with her latest release.
Flynn’s Kiss by Diane Saxon
Hi Danita,
I really appreciate you inviting myself and Liberty over today, I know you have a few questions to ask her, so I will sit back and let you two ladies chat.
Character Interview
- Give up three of your deepest, darkest secrets. a) I’m really shy, but I trample all over that shyness in order to make friends. b) I want everyone to love me. I know it can’t happen, but I try so hard. It comes from not being loved as a child. I try not to be too desperate, but I just can’t help it. I feel the happier I am, the happier I will make others. c) I can really sing. I just wail out of tune to annoy Flynn.
- If you could have one super power in your existence, what would it be?Hmmmm. I wouldn’t want one. Scientifically speaking, if you study any single one of the super power beings, they have far too many negative factors that outweigh the positive. No, I want to live an ordinary life.
- A biography has been written about you. What do you think the title would be in six words or less? The Scientific Musings of a Bimbo
- If money were not an object, where would you most like to live? Oh money is not an object and I just want to live with Flynn in a beautiful house surrounded by fields so I can see the sunrise and the sunset every day without the interference of buildings. I want to live near Flynn’s family, all his cousins and second cousins make me feel at home.
- I can never: go into Frankie’s Store without picking out a wildly colourful hat because I know it drives Flynn insane.
- The next time I: get a car, I will make sure its purple with a black convertible roof and huge pink daisies dotted all over, because this also drives my man insane and I do love him when he’s insane.
- Why do I: always want what I can’t have? Actually this is no longer true, I don’t want anything more than I already have. Flynn is everything. My love, my life, my passion.
- My favorite flavor: is liquorice because it makes sense. Who in their right minds would not love liquorice
- I love: Flynn because I love Flynn!!!
- How much: wine can you take? Not a lot. Why? Because I spend so long without, it makes me a lightweight. One glass and I fall over. Two and I lose my memory.
- Name one thing you must do before you die, and why. Well this is such an easy question. I absolutely must discover the structural analysis –you know, the crystallography, cryo-electron microscopy, mass spectrometry, modelling, NMR – of microbial virulence factors. As part of my studies, I need this structural information then I can combine it with biochemical approaches to identify what the novel therapeutic molecules are. You understand?
Blurb
Severely scarred during a disastrous mission, ex special forces Flynn Swann is home after three years of avoidance. By his own admission, he’s no good with women and the last thing he expects or wants is the attention of a curvy little brunette, who’s just passing through.
With apparently no fear or revulsion of his scarred face, the boisterous woman bounds into his life and destroys all hope of a quiet visit. It is obvious to literally everyone that she wants him—all of him.
Worse still, despite her atrocious taste in fashion and Stetsons, she appears to have won the hearts of the entire town.
Scientist Liberty Sophia Glennon is on a mission to find a man before she has to return to the loneliness of the New Zealand outback where she has already spent eighteen lonely months doing research.
A ticking hormone bomb, Liberty feels time is running away with her. Outwardly she is a bouncing ball of over-confidence, but inside she is still a frightened little girl with horrific memories of her childhood and a desperate need to be liked.
Completely unfazed by his external scars, her seduction of Flynn is not so difficult, but follow-through proves painful as Liberty realizes Flynn’s wounds run further than just skin deep.
With apparently nothing in common but their passionate attraction, how will these two damaged souls deal with each other’s fear of rejection?
Excerpt
“Flynn.”
She spoke softly, but in the quiet of the early evening, her voice carried clearly, emphasizing the slight wobble to betray her nervousness.
He turned his head and stared at her, his eyes direct and piercing, his chin lowered in what she recognized as a defensive gesture, designed to deter her advance. The dappled light from the fading sun gave his beautiful face an ethereal and almost sinister look, emphasized by his complete stillness, his silent watchfulness.
She took a hesitant step forward and stopped at the slightest movement of his chin raising. She wished she hadn’t come, wanted to run, but she’d trapped herself, and in all honesty, she hadn’t quite expected this response. They were both adults, for heaven’s sake, and one of them should take the initiative and make their meeting less uncomfortable.
She removed the Stetson from her head, no longer in peril of burning her skin as the sun lowered. His gaze flicked down to the pretty yellow hat as a few more of its feathers detached themselves and fluttered to the ground. His wicked eyebrow flicked up briefly, and then his expression returned to deadpan.
“I owe you an apology.”
Silence filled the gap until she huffed out a breath and tried again.
“You’ve been conspicuous by your absence lately. People are missing you and I feel…responsible.” Embarrassment coursed through her. She had no idea she would have to try so hard to reach him. Convinced she simply needed to see him again for everything to be all right, it came as a debasing shock to realize he had indeed been avoiding her.
She tried to keep her hands still, but her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own, twisting around the brim of her new hat. She saw his gaze flick down to stare at them and forced herself to drop them back down to her sides, holding her hat in one hand, aware of the shedding of yet more bright feathers. His attention centered on her again as she gave a small cough.
“The other night, when we…” She blew out a disgusted breath at her painful reticence. She was supposed to be the mature one here. “…when we had sex. I thought it was mutual. I know I took the lead and did all the seducing, but maybe I didn’t take into consideration you weren’t interested—you seemed interested at the time, you…” She swallowed a heavy lump in her throat. He’d been as hard as rock, but maybe he’d fantasized about someone else.
About the Author
Diane Saxon lives in the Shropshire countryside with her tall, dark, handsome husband, two gorgeous daughters, a Dalmatian, one-eyed kitten, ginger cat, and four chickens.
After working for years in a demanding job, on-call and travelling great distances, Diane gave it all up when her husband said “follow that dream.”
Having been hidden all too long, her characters have burst forth demanding plot lines of their own and she’s found the more she lets them, the more they’re inclined to run wild.
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Previous Books:
Loving Lydia -Atlantic Divide Book 1
Bad Girl Bill – Atlantic Divide Book 2
Finding Zoe – Atlantic Divide Book 3
Flight of Her Life