When sparks between them ignite to flames, the danger escalates—to their lives and their hearts.
Good morning, Kirby. Thanks
for taking time away from the agency to speak with us. Let’s start with where
you’re from. Boston. My
accent’s usually a dead giveaway. My dad was a Boston PD sergeant. After he was
killed in the line of duty, I enlisted. Made Army Rangers and worked my way up
to First Sergeant. Now I work for Devlin Security in Virginia.
Tell
us a bit about Genuine Fake. Sure.
Gemma texted me for help about her missing friend Troy. I soon figured out a lot
more was going on and she was in deep sh—, sorry, deep trouble. Her grandfather
was a famous artist who left her in charge of his estate. A tall order that set
her up for trouble with art forgers who wanted her dead. While other operatives
investigated, my job was protecting her. The last thing I wanted. Nobody should
trust me to protect them. Plus, maintaining professional distance from her was
a tough call. As it turned out, impossible.
What
did you think the first time you saw Gemma Bellini? I immediately crushed on her. What red-blooded male
wouldn’t? Gorgeous and full of life, and those dimples.
Works for
us. And your second thought was . . .? Man, way out of my league.
Was
it love at first sight? Lust at first
sight, for sure. And like. Gemma’s easy to like. Friendly, fun-loving, and generous.
How
would Gemma describe you? Hmm, she’d
say I have protector in my DNA. But sometimes I’m too grim. And relentless.
What
is your biggest fear? I wish you hadn’t
asked that, but here goes. I didn’t keep my men safe in Afghanistan, so the
possibility of failing again when it really counts—like protecting Gemma—twists
a knife in my gut.
What
is the best piece of advice you ever received? It’s that saying about being in a hole. I can’t
remember who said it. I’d dug myself into a hole, deeper and deeper. It took me
a long time—and Gemma—to learn to stop digging.
Thanks for
this, Boyd. We know it wasn’t easy. Now we’d like to chat with Susan.
What
movies or books have had an impact on your career as a writer? I first wrote a couple of young adult novels, but didn’t
feel I had the voice for that age even though I taught middle school. I had
been reading mysteries, and still love them. But then a friend lent me Hummingbird
by Lavyrle Spencer, and reading it was a revelation. I began devouring romance
novels and knew finally what I wanted to write. A movie that influenced me was Romancing
the Stone. The first book in the Devlin Security Force series, On Deadly
Ground, about returning a Mayan artifact to its temple, is a tip of my hat
to that film.
Tell
us a bit about your publisher: how did you hear about them and what influenced
your decision to submit to them? I was
first published by Harlequin. I enjoyed most their Silhouette Intimate Moments
(sadly, now defunct). The length and the mix of suspense and romance were what
influenced me to submit there. Now, I’m happily published independently.
What
book[s] currently rest on your TBR pile? I have Immortal Heart by Julie Miller, one of my favorite
romantic suspense authors, and Taking Care of Business in Judith Arnold’s
Magic Juke Box series (love the whole series). I’ve just begun reading While
Justice Sleeps by Stacy Abrams, definitely intrigue and suspense but not
romance, although Abrams has published romance novels.
Gemma’s
heart fluttered against her ribs. Could it be? There’d been so much noise on
Boyd’s end of his call—voices talking over each other, laughter—she wasn’t sure
what he’d said after she gave him Troy’s address.
The
door swung inward and Boyd Kirby filled the space. His steel-gray gaze mapped
the room before landing on her. He swept her head to toe, then nodded, apparently
satisfied she was all in one piece.
And
oh my, the man did fill out a tuxedo. The jacket molded the muscularity of his
wide shoulders. The ends of a bow tie stuck out of his breast pocket, and the
blinding-white dress shirt hung open partway, displaying smooth, solid muscle
dusted with bronze hairs.
“Gemma,
you okay?”
She
was, now that he’d arrived, and that he came right away, tonight. Her whole
being felt lighter as warmth bloomed in her chest, but apparently her brain had
left the building. Finally she managed to say, “Yes, yes, I’m good. As you
see.”
She
took two steps toward him before she forced herself to halt. Damn, she wanted
nothing more but to feel his strong arms around her. And she’d promised herself
to keep it all business.
“Who
is this?” Long asked, in a tone of feminine appreciation that pulled Gemma’s
focus from Boyd.
“Oh,
it’s—” she began.
“Boyd
Kirby, Sergeant. A friend. Gemma called me.” He strode to Gemma’s side and shot
her a warning glance. About what? He stared unsmiling at the two officers. “You
figure out what happened here?”
Back
in cop mode, Long picked up her kit and headed to the door, her partner at her
heels. “Hard to say so far.” She turned to Gemma with a small smile. “Y’all are
in good hands then, ma’am.”
After
that bit of good will, they left. Their wide leather equipment belts creaked as
they hit the stairs.
“Thanks
for coming, Boyd, but you didn’t have to leave a party. You could’ve waited
until tomorrow morning.” She couldn’t help it, she had to touch him, to feel
his solid presence. She gripped his forearm. Even through the jacket, his
tensile strength and heat reassured her.
He
shook his head. “Better I look this over tonight, so I can see things the way
the ass— burglars left them.”
She
huffed as she swept an arm to encompass the mess. “The way they left this place
all cattywampus, assholes perfectly describes them.”
At
her easy use of the word, a rascal’s crooked grin deepened sexy laugh lines
framing his mouth and eyes. Heat flashed low in her body.
“Assholes
it is then.” He tilted his head and placed his big hands on her shoulders. “No
bruises, nothing broken? You said on the phone they nearly knocked you down the
stairs.”
His
warmth seeped into her, further easing the tightness. She might have black and
blue on her hip. And a nightmare or two. But she firmed her jaw and her stance.
She refused to be the weepy damsel in distress, especially if he’d left a date
to come to her rescue.
“Nothing.
Really.”
“I’d
have been here sooner, but I couldn’t leave the shindig Devlin sent me to. And
first I had to take home the client. Nearly midnight but traffic on the Beltway
was like rush hour.”
Client,
so no date then. Not that she was interested.
“Nice
tux. Looks made for you.”
“Yeah,
thanks. Actually feels comfortable, not like a vise. For security details among
the rich and famous, I used to rent, but Mr. Devlin said I needed a suit
tailored for my ape shoulders. Well, he didn’t exactly put it that way, but my mom
would.”
She
wouldn’t call him ape shouldered, but hunk came to mind. And buff. Laughing,
she said, “Mr. Devlin was right.”
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Susan - love the interview and the excerpt. Can't wait to dig into this book. Love the descriptions in the excerpt. The book awaits on my Kindle - as soon as I get through several others. For anyone who has never read a Susan Vaughan book, you are in for a great read!
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ReplyDeleteGreat interview...and I enjoyed the excerpt. Congrats and best wishes!
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