Hi Layne
Thank you very much for inviting
me to visit to celebrate the release of my new book, Flynn’s Kiss, through
Taliesin Publishing.
Flynn’s a hard-ass bad-boy, he’s lived a tough life
starting as a wrangler, joining the special forces, and then working as a
stuntman and co-ordinator in the movies. He’s lived life fast and furious and
his language is pretty ripe – oh and have I mentioned…? He’s shit with women.
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
From the darkened
protection of the corner of the room, Flynn watched the curvy little brunette
with the bubbly hair bounce around, microphone in hand, wailing her heart out
with obvious enjoyment. The sight of her large rounded breasts as they jiggled
merrily along with the tune heated his stomach and threatened to move lower.
She’d flicked several glances in his direction, and each time she did, he sank
farther into the protective shadows by the wall, conscious she couldn’t see the
left side of his face too clearly in the blue-hued lighting. Cute and friendly
she might seem, but he knew from experience she would change her tune once she
got a load of his scars. Women always did.
At the age of eighteen he’d considered himself
a lady-killer—as most guys did—but he had been full of himself, knowing he was
a good-looking son of a bitch. Never had a single problem or gave a second
thought. If he wanted, he took, with great enjoyment and relish. With his
unusually pale blue, bold eyes, dark brown hair, and chiseled features, he’d
caught the attention of women of all ages. The fact he’d been brought up riding
rodeo and working a ranch since he was born just added into the long, lean tone
of his body. What nature hadn’t given him naturally, hard work and a tough
upbringing had molded to perfection. When he’d joined the Special Forces, he’d
honed it beyond perfection. He wasn’t overly tall, just under six feet, but his
entire physique gave him presence. As a young man, he’d known it and reveled in
it. Ego had driven him hard.
A golden boy, given
the gift of a beautiful face, a bright mind, and a naturally lean body. He’d
been destined to marry the glamour girl, crowned king and queen of the
prom…everyone in town believed he had a long and happy marriage ahead of him
with Rachel. Personally, he’d had a few qualms about the woman’s intelligence,
but at the time and with the shallowness of youth, he had wallowed in her
perfect beauty and the envy of the other boys. Celebrations had been wild at
their engagement party before he went off to training camp. Faithful, he had
returned to her time and again after each assignment. He’d had ambition, and
she’d had plans. The pair were well-suited.
It didn’t matter. It
all changed with the slash of a knife. His looks were destroyed, his mind
rebelled, and the glamour girl ran screaming for the hills. He’d had the same
reaction from women ever since.
He tipped the bottle
of beer up to his mouth and stared down the length of it at the pretty
brunette. Her breasts were interesting—got a nice little heat going in the pit
of his belly—but his preference was her pert little ass as she swayed in
perfect rhythm to the song she was murdering. She caught his eye again, gave a
broad smile and a twitch of her eyebrows. A definite invitation.
He drew farther into
the shadows.
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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