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Friday, August 15, 2014

Company at Vastine's...Welcome, R. J. Scott!

Hey, sugars!

One of the things I love is meeting new folks. Meeting new authors and discovering their books. There's something so magical with that, kind of like the days of kidhood when we opened a box of Cracker Jack and reached in to find the prize. Something new every time, magic every time.


Well, my visitor today is a new friend and a new-to-me author. A wonderful gal! Welcome R. J. Scott!


Today she's introducing her newest book, The X Factor. We get to drool over the hot cover (see below) and she's offering us a teaser excerpt.

And...and...there's also a Rafflecopter with a chance to win a free book from her back list! I'm here to tell you, too--THAT is a fantastic prize, as I've read her work! 

So I'm opening up the house for her and she's going to talk about her kind of hero and the hero in her book!

So happy to have you, R.J.! The house is yours, lady!


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Your kind of hero?


Thank you to Vastine for the invite to her blog… Hugs xxx



I love the strong silent uber-heroic types with the mushy insides. I love that moment in a film where the taciturn hero reveals that side of him that is caring and thoughtful and at the end of the day VERY heroic.



When I wrote Ben I had in mind this really big guy who people don’t mess with. He’s strong, silent, and bloody good at his job. He keeps his poker face on at all times and even though he’s approachable he's all about the job.



I needed him to be able to show the heroism in an entirely different way. Not diving to take bullets or physically restraining a bad guy. Nope, I needed him to be able to create a safe space for Daniel to be able to make some pretty hard decisions and to begin to heal. This for me is a very different kind of heroism and one I loved to write.



So if you like your heroes quiet and reserved until the shit hits the fan, then Ben might just be your kind of hero. 



The Ex-Factor



When Bodyguard, Ben Collins, finds Daniel Lincoln in a room, hiding and hurt, he doesn't immediately think Daniel is the victim of abuse. Daniel is good at pretending and being a finalist in a TV singing competition he seems like he has it made.



But something about Daniel calls to Ben's need to protect and he hands Daniel a card to contact him if ever Daniel needed help. Abruptly, after one frightened phone call from Daniel, Ben is racing to Daniel's aid and what he finds is a horror he can't imagine.



Daniel is trapped in a relationship where anger and controlling hate are the only emotions he is given. When his boyfriend crosses the line and leaves Daniel vulnerable and broken there is only one man that he wants to call.



The sexy bodyguard who promised he could help him.


Excerpt

“Daniel?” Ben asked with question in his voice. “They’re looking for you.”



Daniel pulled himself up, and if anything he forced more effort into standing tall and straight.



“Yeah, just needed a quiet space,” he explained. In his head he was gesturing around him with a free hand, but in reality he couldn’t much move his right arm, which was going to fuck with his ability to play guitar. He thought maybe his shoulder was separated somehow. He’d seen Mel Gibson knock his own arm back into place in Lethal Weapon once, but that wasn’t happening here. He sure as hell wasn’t a hero who could push through pain.



“Jesus, you look like shit,” Ben observed.



Daniel floundered for something to say, and the line he came out with was pretty pathetic. “I’m not sure you’re supposed to say that to me.”



“What the hell happened to you?”



Ben placed his coffee on the nearest box and walked over to Daniel, and Daniel couldn’t help the instinct that made him stumble back and end up against the wall.



Why did you choose a room with no way out? What are you? Stupid?



“Don’t come near me,” Daniel said in his loudest, most strident voice, even though it was nothing more than a forced whisper to his own ears.



“Fuck, Daniel, seriously? What the hell?”



Why would Ben ask that? What did he mean? Daniel panicked. Did he have bruises on his face? How could he go out in front of millions of people and perform with bruises on his face? He must have said some part of that out loud because the man looming over him shook his head.



“I don’t see any bruises on your face,” Ben said simply, carefully. “You’re holding yourself like you have a chest injury? Or your shoulder? What did you do to yourself? We need to get you to Casualty. I’ll call the medics.” He turned to leave, to find the one group of people that Daniel didn’t want anywhere near him. Cam would fucking end him if he involved the authorities.



“No!” Daniel said loudly. The pain of the words radiated from his chest to his shoulder, and if it wasn’t for the wall, he’d be on his knees or unconscious. “I just need more codeine.”



Ben moved closer, but this time there was nowhere for Daniel to go; he’d run out of room. He closed his eyes tightly and waited for the first blow or the spitting accusations of how the fuck he had let himself get in this state. Instead all he got was a gentle touch to his left hand, the one without pain radiating down to it.



“Daniel, you need to listen to me. You know me. I’m Benjamin Collins, with the bodyguards. You can call me Ben.”



“I know your name,” Daniel said defiantly. Maybe if he said how little he knew, then Ben would just leave without hurting him.



Competition

Win a free ebook from my backlist or first sight of a new book by visiting  the rafflecopter page: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/f922301b5/

and entering!


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R.J., thank you for visiting us today! Loving that fabulous cover art, and the excerpt! 



And you darlings out there! Oh, yes! Did I not tell you that you'd love her writing? So what are you waiting  for! Enter to win a free book by lovely, talented R.J. Scott!



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