It is a true pleasure to welcome pub buddy Diane Saxon to the Room today. I'm very eager to hear more about her hot new book.
Welcome Diane!
Thank you so much for having me here today.
I have to tell you I am so excited about Flynn’s
Kiss.
I fell in love with this bad boy hero of mine
many years ago when I first wrote one scene. I never expected to become an
author, but something compelled me to put down on paper the thoughts I had in
my head.
It was only when we were moving house last year
that I came across a couple of pages of writing. It was smudged and wrinkled
and had been in the top drawer of my bedside cabinet for – well, I can’t
remember. Certainly at least ten years.
I think his character, for me, was so strong
that having discovered him again he edged his way into someone else’s book (Finding
Zoe – Atlantic Divide Book 3) and made himself known. I had several enquiries
as to whether he was going to have his own story – by that time, it was almost
written.
This is a little taster of the scene I wrote all
those years ago:
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.
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?
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
Where to Find Diane Saxon
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Lydia -Atlantic Divide Book 1
Bad
Girl Bill – Atlantic Divide Book 2
Finding
Zoe - Atlantic Divide Book 3
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