VBT: SPOTLIGHT/ AUTHOR INTERVIEW & GIVEAWAY - HIGH OCTANE HEROES ANTHOLOGY

HIGH OCTANE HEROES

AN EROTIC ROMANCE ANTHOLOGY

FROM

CLEIS PRESS

BLURB:

What is it about heroes like Superman, Iron Man or Thor that revs our engines like no other? Is it the suit? The manly physique? Or is it the courage they display, wading in where others fear to go, to save the damsel, the city, the Earth? Are there real-life heroes who inspire the same lustful fascination? Kickass iconic heroes who enter danger zones in the name of duty, honor, country—or maybe love—who conjure images of hard, chiseled bodies, deadly glares and camouflaged features?

High Octane Heroes will satisfy the reader who craves the romantic idea of that “super alpha” man. Imagine the Navy SEAL sent on a suicide mission; the damaged Army Ranger home from war; the para rescue team member jumping into frigid waters; a SWAT team member entering a human trafficker’s den… military members and based in far-flung places around the world or the smoke-jumper living next door. Then imagine the romantic possibilities of being held against that massively muscled chest by a man whose mission is to protect and serve…

EXCERPT FROM DIVING DEEP:

Sitting on the bottom of a pool was akin to being back inside the womb, I suspected. In the dark, cocooned by thousands of gallons of warm water, I heard nothing but the slow sounds of my breaths hissing through the diving regulator in my mouth. No boisterous family conversations backed by tacky holiday music to make your ears bleed. Not twenty-five sticky, rambunctious kindergarteners demanding my full attention all at the same time. Just blessed silence and me. Even my thoughts had quieted.

Why hadn’t I thought of this hiding place sooner?

If my brother knew I’d swiped some of his scuba gear he’d be pissed, but it was a risk I was willing to take to escape the throng of over-sauced relatives inside my parents’ house where every other question was about my relationship status. Or lack of one rather. When I’d spotted Devin’s diving equipment in the utility room while shoving a bag of garbage into the trashcan, it was too much of a godsend to resist.

The family pool was blissfully heated and far enough away from the main house for me not to be discovered stripping to my underwear and slipping into the deep end. The mask didn’t fit perfectly, but at least it kept the chlorine from stinging my eyes and water from going up my nose. I knew just enough about operating the scuba gear to prevent myself from drowning and remain where I was for at least another fifteen precious minutes, thanks to the help of the weight I’d strapped around my ankle.

Or so I thought.

I spotted him looming above me on the edge of the pool deck, his body silhouetted by the landscape lighting surrounding the trees and shrubbery. The rippling water distorted his shape, but I’d still recognize Jake blindfolded. The wide shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, the imposing height and size of him.

He hadn’t yet arrived for the party when I’d slipped away. I should probably be flattered that he’d sought me out over the company of my brother, his best friend. I would be if I didn’t know that his visit was only going to lead to more misery for me in the end.

I remained very still while he put the puzzle pieces together, hands braced on his hips as he looked around, even going so far as to hold my breath so no bubbles broke the surface.

The water nearest the bottom would be dark since I hadn’t bothered turning on the pool lights. Soon enough, though, he would spot my discarded clothing and shoes. The air in my lungs began to burn before it broke from my mouth around the regulator, sending a shimmering cluster of bubbles floating upwards like millions of tiny diamonds.

Jake’s SEAL training immediately took over. I watched as he jerked his shoes off, stripped out of his jacket and shirt, and dove into the water. The realization that I wasn’t actually drowning took about three seconds. Even the near darkness at the bottom of the pool couldn’t obscure the expression on his face, anger rapidly chasing away worry. Then I was being dragged to the surface whether I wanted to go or not.

He tossed the scuba gear onto the deck as if it weighed no more than a marshmallow. The heavy chunk of lead strapped around my ankle kept trying to pull me back under until he unbuckled it and tossed it aside too. I stripped off the mask, adding it to the pile.

I was now trapped between Jake’s big body and the side of the pool. Long, muscled arms caged me in while our ragged breaths heated each other’s face. I tried not to stare at his chest, tried harder not to think about how badly I wanted to sip the water from his smooth golden skin.

“What the fuck, Katie?” He passed a hand over his wet face in agitation. “Were you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“You practically have gills.”

Jake glared. Tiny droplets clung to his obscenely long eyelashes and sparkled in the light. He was so handsome it gave me heart palpitations when I looked at him. “That’s not even remotely funny. You know what I meant.”

“I’m sorry,” I lied.

“No, you’re not. But you’re about to be."

INTERVIEW WITH JENNY LYN

1.  Describe yourself in three words.

Snarky, optimistic, friendly.

2.  Cast your book.  Tell us who would play the main characters in a movie and why.

For the male lead in DIVING DEEP, my story in HIGH OCTANE HEROES, it would be Tom Hardy. Why? Because he’s Tom Hardy. Seriously though, he’s adorable, yet he still has that tough guy look to him. Inside you know he’s a big ol’ softie.

For the female lead, I’d pick Kate Mara for three reasons. First, she’s absolutely breathtaking. Second, she’s a redhead. I have a soft spot for reds. *wink* And third, she has freckles!

Those two together would melt your retinas.

3.  What’s your favorite love scene from a movie?

Ooh, it’s hard to pick just one. For pure visual appeal, I’d go with the sweathouse scene from Against All Odds. The characters weren’t the only ones sweating when you watch the chemistry between Rachel Ward and Jeff Bridges.

For more sensual appeal, the car scene from Titanic takes top honors for me. The dialogue—“Put your hands on me, Jack.” Then the hand flung onto the steamed up window…*sigh*.

4.  What’s your wildest fantasy?

It’s really not that wild, actually. I’d like a small cottage on the beach in the Keys. Somewhere quiet where I can hear the surf and watch the sunset every night. The wild part comes in when you factor in how much those “cottages” cost and how hard they are to come by.

5.  If you were to lose one of your senses, which would you rather lose and why?

Smell, hands down. I have an overly sensitive nose anyway. I’m always the one in my household going “What’s that smell?” and my family just looks at me like I’m crazy. I have a hard time even wearing perfume. So if I had to pick one to lose, it would be my sense of smell.

6.  What is the naughtiest thing you did as a kid?

I was a bad kid, so it’s hard to narrow it down to just one thing, but I guess I’d go with sticking gum in a girl’s hair. She had to get it cut. That’s so evil. We’re friends now, but he still reminds me of it on occasion.

Quickies:

Boxers or Briefs?

Boxer briefs, preferably the short ones in black.

Top or Bottom?

Bottom.

Pajamas or nude?

PJ’s. It’s sexier to have something to remove.

Hairy chests or smooth?

Either, as long as by hairy you don’t mean bigfoot.

Alpha or Beta?

Alpha. No question.

GIVEAWAY DETAILS

One randomly drawn commenter will win the grand prize package (US only):

• * $50 Amazon gift cert, signed copies of Cowboy Lust and Smokin’ Hot Firemen from Delilah
• * Tiara from Sabrina York
• * A print copy of Under His Skin and a So Inked mug from Sidney Bristol

Individual blog day prizes for randomly drawn commenters will include:

• Adele Dubois: a download of REV ME UP
• Brindle Chase: an eBook copy of his book Dark is the Night awarded every day of the tour
• Delilah: a hand-painted art pendant, backlist downloads
• Elle James: a prize package of books and swag on her blog day
• Jenny Lyn: $10 gift card to Amazon or B&N and a copy of her new book
• Megan Mitcham: a “hot high-octane guy” calendar
• Sabrina York: an eBook of choice from her backlist on the day she blogs
• Sidney Bristol: an eBook of choice from her backlist on the day she blogs
• Tahira Iqbal: a digital copy of The Merger.

FOLLOW the tour and comment; the more YOU comment, the better YOUR chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here: 

http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2013/07/virtual-book-tour-high-octane-heroes.html

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Jenny Lyn is a writer of naughty stories and a lover of all things southern. She lives in a tiny town in north-central Florida that’s wedged between the historic Suwannee River and the beautiful Gulf of Mexico. It’s hot, sticky, and full of mosquitoes the size of Hummingbirds, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. When she’s not pecking away on her laptop, she’s reading, going to the movies with her husband, or taking her teenage son to see one of their favorite rock bands in concert. She can be found rambling about everything from Elvis to moonshine at her website: http://www.authorjennylyn.com, and often saying inappropriate things on Twitter @Jennylynwrites.

Contact Jenny on:

Website: http://www.authorjennylyn.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/JennyLynwrites

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Jenny-Lyn/e/B0078O9RAA/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5418962.Jenny_Lyn