I asked Livia Quinn who were her favorite characters and she gave me that look many authors give me when I ask them that question. Brows shoot up and eyes narrow as if to say, “Is this a trick question? I love them all!” But after much coaxing, she agreed to listing her top ten favorite characters for me and I’m thrilled to share it with you all today.
Hard Days Knight (Luc)
“What’s this?” His voice was gruff, his eyes… stricken.
The imperfection on her skin had been exposed, a recently healed scar over one hip. Keep it light. “Bullet grazed me. It wasn’t serious.”
The muscles in his jaw worked.
“Luc, it’s what I do. You know that,” Del said a bit harshly, attempting to get their moment back.
Luc’s expression was conflicted. “I’m used to female warriors, remember. I know it doesn’t have to make you live your life in fear, but treasure each moment. I—” he clamped his mouth shut.
She reached a hand up to stroke his glorious dark jaw. “What?”
His eyes were intensely green. “It’s just…I almost lost you before I ever met you.”
Luc is a true blue hero. What you see is what you get, no games, no hedging. When he loves, he’s all in.
Her First Knight (Ridge)
“Then Buffy’s great-grandfather shook Ridge’s hand and, looking around him at Buffy, said, “You chose a fine man, youngin’.”
Ridge turned slowly to look at Buffy. She shrugged and shook her head. It wasn’t me.
Then she watched with an impending sense of doom as her mother put her hand on Ridge’s shoulder and said, “Might as well buy the ring, dear. When a Calloway tells you, you’re the one, it’s like that old saying, “If I tell you the moon is made of green cheese, get your crackers.” She nodded, yep.
“I—” Buffy’s head sank into her hands. Why had she thought this picnic could take place without a bomb going off? What was Ridge thinking? She could feel him emotionally backing away from her already.”
Ridge is a serious, guy. A billionaire, PhD and inventor, ex-military (and a hunk) but the most important thing to him is his mission to help veterans with his consortium. It’s so important that he would attempt to give up his own happiness to achieve it. Luckily, our heroine, Buffy, won’t let it come to that.
Merry Christmas, Baby (Grandpa Earl)
He’d missed everything about Larue since he’d been in Hollywood. Beau smiled, remembering his last fishing trip with Uncle Earl. He’d gotten hung up on every log in the water and every tree overhead. He’d stepped on Beau’s favorite rod and lost their basket of fish trying to retie the knot. No one tried harder, or loved it more. He was one feisty old fart. He’d definitely out live them all… at least that’s what he told them at every family dinner.
Beau hated Christmas. It always reminded him of what he couldn’t have.
Well, I love Beau, but this happened in real life when my husband took my Daddy (Earl) fishing the year before he died. He considered it the best fishing of his life. I don’t know if he loved anything the way he loved fishing, unless it was football. (Had to give dad some props.)
Merry Christmas, Baby and Hard Days Knight (Jed and Sam)
Dr. Samantha Larue returned home from the service pregnant. She’s a practical no-nonsense woman who hasn’t discussed the baby’s father with anyone. As the youngest of five sisters, and a Navy veteran, Sam is independent to a fault. She and Jed dated briefly but he ended it saying kids weren’t in his future, and yet, he continues to hang around, driving her crazy with his concern, advice, “distractions” and hovering.
Samantha had been snacking on several of the dishes hoping one of the combinations would be a miracle “inducement” for the baby to rocket out of her, preferably as a full grown college student. All she’d gotten for her efforts was gas, a severe case of heartburn and a bladder that wouldn’t stop. Pregnancy was no job for the faint of heart.
“Be honest with me, Samantha. Are you having contractions?”
“No! At least…. I don’t…I don’t think so. I just couldn’t find the lever to flush the toilet.”
Jed frowned in irritation. “That’s all? You couldn’t flush?” He made a face and said, “What have you been eating?”
She glared at him even though she caught the sparkle in his eyes. “Jalapenos and banana pudding… and some other stuff.”
He chuckled making the same search she had while she sat there taking shallow breaths so he wouldn’t notice. If she took a deep breath she would take in his manly scent. He worked out a lot and had probably come straight from the gym. The smell was intoxicating, mesmerizing— damn these hormones. She shook herself. He was still tinkering with something over her left shoulder, then the sound and vibration of the toilet flushing gave her a small sense of relief. She looked up at him as he straightened. “Where was it?”
He scratched his head looking surprised. “Against the wall. The toilet was installed backwards.”
What’s wrong?” asked Chaz.
“Samantha are you in labor?” her mother, the Commander, demanded.
She rolled her eyes. “No, I just came to use the restroom and “ahhh.” The cry was ripped from her throat.
Jed wasted no time asking for permission. He leaned down and helped her get to her feet then scooped her into his arms. “Jed,” she protested.
He angled her feet through the door. “Damn, you’re heavy.”
Sam met his eyes and glared. “It’s the shoes. And thank you darling, you’re such a charmer. Just what I love about you.”
Their eyes met and it seemed that time ticked one second for every ten. Had she just said love? “Or hate. Please put me down.”
“No chance, Doc.” He made it out of the bathroom carefully angling her legs so she wouldn’t hit the sink, the door or… the crowd of spectators in the hall.
Sam groaned. “Oh, God. Kill me now.”
I can’t wait for Sam and Jed’s book, Knight in Tarnished Armor. Tough, practical people, both of them and when they fall, they’ll go down hard. 😉 But Samantha’s secret will rock their world..
Storm Crazy (Tempe)
“If you asked real nice, I’d help you with that.”
Dragging the box off the edge of the pickup, I lugged it slowly up each step as he watched, a mean smirk on his face. I thought, stay away from me, just before I felt the pinch on my butt. I whirled. The corner of the box hit Dick in his considerable belly causing me to lose my grip. Ok, so maybe I uncurled my fingers a wee bit. The box upended, slamming down onto the floor.
“Yowww!” Too bad, Dick’s foot was between the package and the floor. Oh, well… Dick struggled to pull his foot out from under the box. “You bitch! I’m calling the cops.”
“Suit yourself,” I said. “Meantime, hold it right there while I scan the confirmation.” I aimed the scanner at the barcode and heard the bleep as it registered the delivery. “Allllrighty then. Have a good day.”
I smiled sweetly and started for the door, but it was blocked by a familiar figure. Not now. Not now. I stomped my foot down and huffed out a breath.
“Ms. Pomeroy,” Sheriff Lang tipped his hat with a lifted eyebrow that asked, you again?
My thoughts exactly. “Sheriff.”
I love Tempe’s feisty attitude and the way she cares about everyone in her life. She’s dealing with her impending quickening the only way she knows how – denial. It keeps her a bit on the edge. That and the fact that her brother is missing—she practically raised him by herself since she was ten. Jack just thinks she’s a trouble magnet. He’s right. I just wish I could have handled a couple of my mail customers like she did here, lol.
Cry Me a River (Jane Fortune, gossip columnist, 1-900 Pyschic, grocery clerk)
Dressed in cheap purple taffeta, under a backdrop of glittering stars, crescent moons and happy suns was Jane, armed with her psychic paraphernalia, large print tarot cards and “gazing” ball plugged into the wall.
Yeah. Very mystical. I pointed to the nameplate in front of Jane. “Look.” Montana snickered.
Jane’s hand-printed card read: Have your Fortune told by a real Psycho.
Not only is Jane not a psychic but her columns are riddled with malapropisms. She’s so fun to write and who doesn’t love a good troublemaker?
Eve of Chaos (Conor, the dragon knight)
“Montana whispered, “I want to ride your dragon.”
Conor’s chin dropped; both eyes flashed then reduced to gold slits, as they’d done in his dragon form, but the heat receded when he got her true meaning. He grumbled, “This is not a carnival, and I am not your carousel horsey.”
Montana waved her hand. “Well, don’t get all offended like. I’ve just been daydreaming about seeing Destiny from the back of a magnificent fire-breathing dragon such as yourself, but…” she shrugged. “I’m sure you’re not the only dragon in the sky.”
You can imagine an arrogant, centuries old Scottish dragon’s response. It’s been delightful messing with Conor and getting him to relax that old world reserve. And my Dinnshencha warrior goddess, Montana, is not intimidated. She’s always challenging him. They’re perfect for each other.
Blame it on the Moon (Jack)
I texted Montana: Trouble at Bon Amis. Get here. Bailey in trouble. Liam, what is he? Right now, I wasn’t worried about whether my phone records would be reviewed. Montana wasn’t either. Her text read: Vamp. On my way.
I can just hear Jack, now, can’t you? What?! Even in book 4, ex-Navy pilot Jack Lang still has to pinch himself. He thought he’d picked a perfectly normal little southern town to raise his teenager, like Mayberry. Wrong. For a man who came to Destiny thinking reality and choices were mostly black and white, his true colors will show up when his own reality changes. I think he’s up for the challenge.
Merry Christmas, Baby (Madison)
“I’ve wanted to see Beau every day since we broke up. I watch his movies, record his interviews, and hold my breath until I nearly hyperventilate when he comes home, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.” Her sad eyes met Buffy’s. “And I doubt he even remembers my name. Am I pathetic or what?”
“Aw, honey, that’s just how love is sometimes. But if that’s how you feel, why not take a chance and tell him? It can’t get any worse, can it?” Buffy asked.
Madison’s laugh was quick, and not a sign of happiness. “Right. The perfect way to completely embarrass myself … I’ve tried to go out. I always feel like—well, what would I do if Beau walked in and I was with someone who didn’t matter to me?”
Madison isn’t pathetic. She’s just madly in love. Haven’t we all felt like this? What happened, what did I do? How can I make him love me again? I’m going to have to kick Beau’s ass in their book, unless she does…
Merry Christmas, Baby (A Knights Christmas)
Genre: Contemporary Romance (holiday) (military)
It’s a Christmas weekend full of love and Larue social media is a twitter at the return of their hometown movie star, Ducane Beauregard Larue, and a visit by Raptors quarterback, Gino Manelli, at the only place to celebrate Christmas Eve—the Romanos’. Catch up with the characters from Larue and Thunder Point and as a bonus get a peek into the lives of upcoming couples…
(Includes two holiday recipes)
Merry Christmas, Baby https://amazon.com/dp/B01922WCB6
Storm Warning http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B016TQFRJW
Storm Crazy http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00L02VHE0
Cry Me a River http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00O2I8X8M
Eve of Chaos https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00Q39GBS2
Blame it on the Moon http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B012X9HWJC
Author Central http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00KPDXXE2
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