Diane Saxon and Flynn’s Kiss: Character Interview

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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.

 

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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.

 

Flynn’s Kiss Buy Links

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Where to Find Diane Saxon

Author Website | Author Blog | Author Facebook Page | Author Twitter | Author Goodreads Profile | Author Amazon Profile Page

 

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

 

Christy Gissendaner Interview and Unmasking The Wolf

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Unmasking the Wolf

Christy Gissendaner

 

Genre: Contemporary, Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Taliesin Publishing

Number of pages: 130

Word Count: 43,898

 

 

 

Author Interview:

How did you choose your genre? What made you write this book? I write in various genres, both historical and contemporary, so I’ve been all over the place genre-wise. My favorites are Regency historicals and Paranormal contemporaries though. Unmasking the Wolf was written for my newly retired co-worker, who hailed from Clinton, Indiana. I based my heroine’s hometown in Clinton as an homage to Barbara. (I like to think the shifters really do exist there.)

Writers write what they know, and must observe the world. Are you a first born, middle or last child and how does this shape your view of the world? I’m a middle child, the only girl, so I was spoiled rotten. I’m also the oldest granddaughter on my mom’s side, so I’m my maternal grandfather’s “favorite”, of course. I guess being the middle girl in a family of boys taught me how to compromise, yet value my privacy.

Where is your favorite place to write? On the terrace of my Italian villa overlooking the ocean. *snort* Don’t I wish?!? Actually, I enjoy sitting at my desk and writing on my computer. I’ve never really needed “scenery” to write.

How do you feel about killing your darlings, and what do you do with the remains? I haven’t really killed off a character, unless they’re a villain, and even then I do it sparingly. I just can’t make myself write a major character as a “murderer” no matter how justified the killing is, so I keep my tales as non-killing as possible.

You are introduced to your favorite author. Who is it, and what is that one burning question you must ask them? Anyone who knows me, knows that Julia Quinn is my all-time favorite author. But really, if I sat down with her sometime in the near future, I would have to ask what in the heck was up with her latest book. It was horrible! (Don’t tell her I said that though…)

Inquiring minds want to know…tell readers something about you that no one knows. I have no secrets, really I don’t. I’m pretty much an open-book and speak my mind freely and willingly. I’ve already revealed I’m left-handed and a natural redhead, so let me see….hmmm. Does liking pickles and cheese on Cheez-its count as a secret?

You are stranded on a deserted island with only a back pack for company. What three items are in your survival pack? A cell phone, blow-up raft, and a pair of flip-flops. I plan for the unexpected! ; )

If you could have one super power in your existence, what would it be? Flying. Hands down, that would be my choice.

Favorite snack? Shoot, I already gave it away as my “secret”. Pickles and cheese on crackers or chips. That’s my fave.

Indy 500 – Do you know how to get where you’re going or do you drive the speed limit? Since I’m going in a circle around and around, I’m going to go as fast as I can! Or maybe not…I get carsick.

 

 

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Book Description:

Gina Moretti is determined to escape her rural home of Clinton, Indiana, a place where wolves have met, married, and mated for generations. As the only daughter of the alpha, she’s lived her entire life under her father’s rule. No way is she ready to find a mate until she’s experienced more of the world. Against her family’s wishes, she goes to Boston where her scientist cousin, Dominic, has offered to give her a place to stay. She stumbles, quite literally, into her cousin’s gorgeous boss.

Lucas Mason, a Southern boy turned self-made millionaire, rose above his poverty stricken childhood and now enjoys a life of luxury in Boston. To honor his murdered sister, he hires her lab partner to continue their research. His employee, Dominic Moretti, is on the brink of creating a method to combat the scent of a wolf when his country cousin breezes in. Luke knows in an instant that Gina is his mate. The only problem is…she doesn’t even realize he’s a wolf.

As Luke and Dominic get closer to medical trials, an unknown enemy becomes determined to stop them…at any cost. Can Luke discover his foe in time to protect his research…and his mate? And what will happen when Gina finds out he’s not quite as human as he’s led her to believe?

 

Trailer:  

http://youtu.be/zcyatUihuBM

 

Buy Links:

http://www.taliesinpublishing.com/unmasking-the-wolf-p26.php

http://amzn.com/B00H3WHGQY

 

 

Short Excerpt

“Ahhh,” she cried out as she tumbled toward the floor. A pair of strong arms clamped around her and jerked her back to her feet. Embarrassed beyond belief, her cheeks flamed with the knowledge she’d just made a fool of herself. In front of Dominic’s boss, no less. It didn’t take a brain scientist to realize the handsome, make that extremely handsome, man before her was Luke Mason.

He was sex-on-a-platter hot. Chiseled cheekbones, firm jaw, unbelievably straight nose, and a teensy weensy dimple in the center of his chin. This man was a living, breathing Greek god.

“Are you okay?” Piercing green eyes locked with hers as Luke’s grip on her arms slowly loosened.

Gina felt a jolt in the pit of her stomach. Despite Dominic’s warning to blend in, she sniffed the air. She had to. Something about this man called to her animal nature. But there was nothing. Not a trace of the wolf scent. Despite his unbelievable height and incredible physique, only the scent of sandalwood and spice came to her. Disappointment swamped her. He was human.

Luke continued to watch her. Gina knew he waited for her to speak, but her tongue refused to budge. She’d known he would be good-looking, but the newspaper article hadn’t done him full justice. Instead of a suit, he wore casual jeans and a dark blazer. He had the sort of hair that would curl in the rain. She didn’t know how she knew it. She just did. The golden-brown waves were delightfully rumpled in the middle of his head, as if he’d just risen from bed.

Gina gave a tiny moan at the thought of him rising naked from the sheets. He would be gloriously golden, with a tight belly and even tighter buttocks. Physical need rocked her to the core. What was up with lusting after a human? Was it merely the fact he was every woman’s wet dream, or something more?

His sensual lips curved into a sexy smile as he scrubbed a hand over his belly. “Hell of sharp elbow you have there.”

“Oh God, I’m so sorry.” Gina wanted to sink through the floor. Why was she always such a klutz?

“Don’t worry about it.” He drawled in a soft, slow tone.

She’d read he was originally from Jackson, Mississippi. The Southern accent was unbelievably sexy, but not nearly as sexy as the man himself. His face was a mixture of Hollywood leading man and mixed martial arts fighter. He was gorgeous, yet hard. She could easily visualize him serenading a woman one moment, and then fighting to protect her next.

 

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About the Author:

Christy Gissendaner is a romantic comedy author and believes that laughter and love should go hand in hand.

Christy lives in Alabama with her husband and three sons. She’s always hard at work on her next novel, but in her spare time she loves blackjack, karaoke, and anything resembling a vacation!

To find out more, please visit http://christygissendaner.webs.com

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http://www.goodreads.com/christygissendaner