Welcome, Cathryn! What 5 things should readers know about you?
- If you bring me a brownie, I will be your best friend forever.
- I was stuck in an elevator once, and unlike my character in Betting on the Wrong Brother, I AM afraid of small spaces.
- I dislike putting on real clothes and going outside.
- I live in Nova Scotia and hate the cold.
- I have an obsession with carbonated lime water. (not sure if readers should know that, but there it is, lol)
LOL! That 4th one is unfortunate. I’m with you on #3–though it real clothes do become more crucial when it’s cold… 😉
Where did the inspiration for this book come from?
I’ve been to numerous romance conventions, so I just drew on my personal experiences for this story. The conventions are work, but they’re also a lot of fun too.
I can definitely see that! Your experience shows 🙂
How long have you been writing, and what (or who) inspired you to start?
I’ve been writing for over 20 years. When I was younger, my husband was posted up North, population 800. I read every day and when I ran out of books to read I thought I’d try writing one.
That’s one way to get motivated!
What are you working on right now? What can readers look for from you in the next year?
I am writing A Tempting Dare, part of Carly Phillip’s Dare world. It’s a hot one. I also have a secret project going for one of my publishers. I can’t mention it just yet, but wow, it’s scorching!
Sounds great–I love the Dare series. Can’t wait to see what your “secret” project is!
If you had to “sell” your book in a single Tweet, what would you say?
Fun, Fast and HOT Romantic Comedy about sweet revenge.
Awesome! Thanks again for stopping by 🙂
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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cathryn Fox is a wife, mom, sister, daughter, and friend. She loves dogs, sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie) pizza and red wine. Cathryn has two teenagers who keep her busy and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. When not writing, Cathryn can be found laughing over lunch with friends, hanging out with her kids, or watching a big action flick with her husband.
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recognize her and gives her a fake name. Years ago, he shot her down in the worst possible way, and now this? It’s time for a little down-and-dirty revenge.
keeping from one another might just end this sexy little rendezvous before it ever begins…
Walk away, Andi. Just walk away.
She looked at the gorgeous man on the mattress, his erection straining against his boxer shorts and beckoning her touch. A thrill raced through her. She had him exactly where she wanted him. Now all she had to do was turn around and walk out the door.
So why wasn’t she leaving?
He crooked his finger, the gleam in his eyes exciting…frightening. A shiver of want wracked her body, and a little moan caught in her throat. There was something undeniably raw, almost primal about him as he beckoned her closer. Big hands pushed his mussed hair from his forehead, the move making him looked rugged, irresistible.
Dangerous.
Her heart fluttered. Maybe she’d bitten off more than she could chew. Common sense dictated that she’d accomplished her mission and it was time to go, but need overshadowed sensibility so instead she stood still, her entire body burning as she visualized herself under that hard torso, exploring the sparks between them.
Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t fight her attraction to him. She wanted him today every bit as much as she did all those years ago. But her plan was to entice him and then take him down, not to fall into bed with him, no matter how appealing that sounded. Her thoughts whirled, and she couldn’t seem to move, to force herself to hightail it out of there. All she could think of was the ache inside her, and how Ryan could satiate it.
Leave, Andi. Pick up your damn feet and walk to the door.
She blew her hair off her face, willing her body to move, but Ryan grabbed her by the waist and pulled her on top of him, calling her bluff and complicating her mission. He rolled until she was under him, then gripped both of her hands in one of his and pinned them above her head. A gasp caught in her throat as he took control from her.
She should put a stop to this. She needed to put a stop to this before she got in too deep again, but God, it felt good to be caged between his hard body and the soft mattress. His eyes never left hers as he shifted his weight, his thumb sliding under her bra strap.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” he asked, his eyes focused on her mouth.
He ran his knuckles along the strap, going from the outer edge of her breast to her shoulder and back again. Pleasure like she’d never before experienced hit, and he’d barely even touched her yet. What would it be like if she stayed in this bed, let him caress her stomach, her legs, the needy spot between her thighs? She could stay and take what the boy of her dreams denied to her all those years ago.
How tempting.
“Ry—” she began, but her words were lost on a moan the second his lips closed over hers. He tasted like mint and rum, and long hot nights of sexual satisfaction. Her body burned as his tongue slipped inside and tangled with hers. His groin bumped hers, as his kiss fueled her hunger. His lips pressed greedily, hard enough to leave his mark on her and effectively shut down her brain. A whimper escaped her lips and suddenly all she could think about was this man and what he was doing to her.
He broke the kiss, and his mouth curved as his glance met hers. He brushed his thumbs over one nipple, the rasp of lace caressing her sensitive flesh and sending warm shivers straight to her core.
“Such a bad, bad girl, coming into my room and tormenting me with this sexy lace number.” The smile fell from his mouth, his eyes darkening with hunger. “Look at you now, though. Completely at my mercy.” His lips crashed down on hers again and he devoured her mouth like a man who knew what he wanted, and planned to take it. As his tongue slashed against the side of her mouth, demanding she give him everything, her nipples tingled, and her sex moistened—all from a kiss. Good God, no man had ever done that to her before. His hand went to her thigh, and he ran it up, tracing her curves, and hips, going higher until her reached her breasts. He fingered the slip of material.
“In case you didn’t know. Black lace is my favorite. The second I saw you in it, you were done for, sweetheart.” He pushed his cock against her thigh. “I let you have your fun, but this is my room, my rules. Now we’re doing things my way.”
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