Today, we’re giving a big shout out to author Lynne Marshall. Welcome, Lynne.
Hey, Robena! It’s always great to visit your lovely website. Thank you for inviting me.
I’ve known Lynne for a lot of years and she has always been there for me as a fellow writer, but more importantly, a friend. I’ve enjoyed her books over the years, first Harlequin Mills & Boon medicals, then Special Edition, and most recently her Wild Rose Press single title romances featuring older heroines. I’m not certain which I like the best, because they all bring Lynne’s wonderful rich characters, subtle humor, and fine storytelling to the page.
Ah, shucks, Robena, thanks! I think the best way to tell you about my next book is to share the blurb, so here it is:
Dissolve the partnership? Or renegotiate between the sheets…
Joy Waltham is stressed out. Before she can expand her business empire, she needs her ex-husband’s signature dissolving his silent partnership. A trip to Maine to find her ex, get the signature, and chill out seems ideal. But instead of relaxing, Joy winds up in the middle of a mystery–and wrapped in the overprotective arms of Comfort’s chief of police–her ex-husband.
After retiring from LAPD, Paul Donovan took charge of tiny Comfort’s police department. Bored senseless, he’s still not ready for chaos in the form of his ex-wife shaking up his life. Joy arrives just in time to meddle in his investigation of a string of accidental deaths. Now forced to work together, Joy and Paul confront some unexpected challenges. It’s emotional deja vu as they dig through their thorny past, reawaken old sexual attraction, and finally face the fact they never stopped loving each other.
Will you share a short excerpt with us?
I’d be delighted! How about the first kiss since Joy and Paul’s divorce? (Even if it was coerced just a teeny tiny bit.)
Without thinking, Paul whipped around and planted a big kiss on Joy. She tensed and sucked in air through her nose, all the while connecting with his mouth. A bitter martini taste masked by wintergreen mint reminded him how they’d drunk their cocktails mostly in silence. They’d avoided opening up too much back at the bar, which had been part protection and part for their own good. It came under the heading, etiquette and survival after divorce. But what about now, and this wet kiss? His tongue found hers for a quick and added thrill.
Long forgotten feelings worked their way into Paul’s mind: How he’d missed making out with his wife. How great she still felt—soft, pliable and warm. Hers was definitely the mouth he’d missed, even after all these years.
He continued kissing her, knowing full well Dawg had probably passed by. Joy sighed, drawing his attention back to the moment. She’d bunched his lapels into two tight-fisted wads and pulled him closer. Progress. Her arms crept up to his neck. He took advantage of the moment and got a little more aggressive, kissing her deeper.
She joined the party, and her tongue plunged into his mouth and raced back and forth across his teeth, kissing like a Joy he’d never met. She sucked his lower lip, sending a shock wave down his spine that almost curled his toes.
He pulled back in pleasant surprise. “What the hell was that?” Not that he hadn’t liked it.
“One of the top ten kisses men like to get?” she said, wide-eyed and breathy.
Why did that wacky answer send a second wave of “turn-on” right to his gut? If she kept this up he’d be sporting a boner. She’d been doing research on kissing?
“Says who?” he rasped, leaning in for more quick kisses. Taking her idea and running with it, he nibbled at her lips. She let him, for a while, and he could tell she was totally into it…until she abruptly broke off.
“Cosmo,” she said, her mouth taunting his lips when she puckered with the “mo” part and held it a beat longer than necessary. He pressed against the soft pout for another quick charge. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she pushed him back.
He didn’t move right away, preferring to hover over her, feeling her hot breath against the cold night air, waiting for a stronger cue. If she gave him even a hint of willingness, he’d devour her lips until she begged him to find a hotel room.
Wow! This is great. Where do we purchase your book?
Here are a couple of direct links:
Romantic Times Book Reviews, November 2012, has this to say about Too Close for Comfort: “Marshall has a knack for writing stories that target her middle-aged audience to a tee. The finely detailed characters and situations may even lead readers to believe parts of the story are based on their own lives–the finish was as warm and satisfying as a bowl of fresh “chowdah.”
Now, using the five senses, can you list your five favorite things? You can list a sixth sense if you’re so inclined.
Sight: Of my kids
Taste: A perfectly ripened nectarine
Touch: baby skin
Hearing: Samuel Barber –– Adagio for Strings, Agnus Dei
Smell: Pumpkin bread cooling on the counter
Sixth sense: Dreams that solve writing/plotting problems for me
Fabulous! I really like those. Thanks for coming by and sharing with us today, Lynne. I’m wishing you all the best with your new release, Too Close for Comfort.
Thank you so much, Robena, it’s always a pleasure to hang out with you. I am a big fan of your blog, and I look forward to your upcoming book release – Unlock the Truth.
Lynne Marshall is a multi-published author of contemporary and Medical Romance for Harlequin and The Wild Rose Press. She lives in Southern California with her husband of thirty years, and is the proud mother of two adult children. She is a dog lover, a cat admirer, a woman of faith, a Curves workout girl, is a curious tourist, and is known to take long, meandering walks, especially when it’s a beautiful day. She is super proud that her first Single Title – One for the Road (WRP) is a 2012 finalist in the Colorado Romance Writers’ Award of Excellence contest – plus placed 2nd in the Wisconsin Write Touch Readers’ Award contest – Mainstream with Strong Romantic Elements category, and is currently a finalist in the Ancient City Award of Excellence, Readers’ Choice contest. To contact Lynne: www.lynnemarshall.comFacebookGoodReads
And now dear readers, share with us some of your favorite things. And why am I singing tunes from The Sound of Music? “Raindrops on roses, and whiskers on kittens…”