“You’ll Never Believe…” with Avery Flynn

by Maryse on February 16, 2015 · 3 comments

in Fun Author Tidbits

Welcome to the twentieth installment of “You’ll Never Believe…”

For those that don’t know what these new featurettes will be about, here is the scoop! “You’ll Never Believe…” will feature the weirdest questions or encounters that authors have been asked/had. Might be about their books or random things, like meetings in a bathroom where someone asked what brand of toilet paper they normally use. Fun stuff and inside scoops that an author would not normally share.

Today’s “You’ll Never Believe…” celebrates the release of Avery Flynn’s latest book “Make Me Up (Entangled Ignite) (Killer Style)“, and she tells us about her roller coaster ride! ;)

You’ll Never Believe by Avery Flynn

“Eons ago before I had kids and a mortgage and the need to eat on a daily basis, I was a newspaper reporter. This was good because on my salary, I couldn’t afford any of those things. :) I had a ton of weird assignments—the bowling alley wedding sticks out—but one of my favorite was the time I had to ride all of the roller coaster rides at an amusement park in one afternoon. Yep, there were perks to even out the being poor as dirt part.

Lucky for me I love roller coasters—unfortunately for the photographer’s shoes, my stomach did not. Don’t worry it wasn’t the first time I’d thrown up on him, that honor went to the time we flew around in the world’s tiniest plane for an hour.

But back to the roller coasters … If I remember correctly there were a bazillion roller coasters at the park. Okay, that might be a slight exaggeration but we are talking eons ago. I road them all with my stomach in my chest and laughing hysterically the whole time. It was amazing. Then, I went back to the office and wrote up my story.

I may not have been paid much as a small town newspaper reporter, but I still can’t believe I earned a day’s wage riding the roller coasters. It’s not a bad gig if you can get it—and keep your lunch down. :)

*Excerpt* of Make Me Up by Avery Flynn

Drea got out of the seat and turned around to face him, but she was lost for words when she realized standing up had just given him a better view. Cam’s green-eyed gaze took in her entire body. Then he grinned, pissing her off and drenching her panties at the same damn time.

If anyone could carry off absolutely wicked and totally charismatic at the same time, it was Cam. She itched to run her fingers through his thick mass of tousled honey blond hair. His murky green eyes were full of dark promise, the kind she knew he could deliver.

And then there was his body. She could eat Jell-O off of his tanned washboard abs and the gelatin wouldn’t have the courage to jiggle. Being near him was like standing at the edge of the subway platform as the train whooshed by—exhilarating, dangerous, and addicting on a completely visceral level.

But he’d broken her rule. The one thing she’d asked him not to do—and he’d gone and done it anyway. She wasn’t sure whether knowing he’d done it without thinking made the situation worse or just sad. But she couldn’t keep seeing him if she couldn’t trust him to keep this a secret. Hell, after that kiss, there was no secret. Cover blown. Everyone knew.

Time to cut her losses. Breaking it off now was the smart plan.

“I know what it is.” He stood up and closed the distance between them. “You’re embarrassed because you think someone saw your tongue push its way into my mouth—accidentally, I’m sure. And heard that sweet, soft moan of pleasure—”

She pushed her hand against his chest and forced him back. “Get over yourself, pretty boy.”

He didn’t even blink at the insult. “You want me. I want you. The sex is amazing. Why are you fighting so damn hard against letting people know we’re together?”

“Because we’re not.” She had no plans to trod down the well-worn path to Cam Hardy’s bed again. “You knew the rules when this thing started.”

“No going public.” His gaze pinned her to the spot, and he looked at her like she was the only woman in the world. “Look, babe, give me another chance.”

It made her mouth go dry and other places get wet. They’d had one hell of a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am twisting of the sheets, but they’d known from the start this was temporary. She’d known it. He’d known it. They’d agreed to keep it secret.

“It’s over.” Drea took a single step away from him.

He moved lightning fast to get in front of her, his bulk blocking her view of the rest of the group. “Don’t go away mad, babe. Let me make it up to you. Tonight. My place. No one has to know.”

She tossed her cup and plate into the trashcan. “Charming.”

He threw up his hands in frustration. “Around most people, I am.”

“And I’m not most people.” Pushing her point home, she traced a finger across his broad, sinewy shoulders and used the softest hint of pressure to nudge him out of her way so she could march across the grass to say goodbye to her best friends. “You should remember that.”

“As if I could ever forget.”


Murder, mayhem and makeup.

Panty dropper, knee knocker and all-around-good time Cam Hardy leaves a trail of broken hearts wherever he goes. His lady killer reputation never bothered the private investigator until he met Drea Sanford. Getting the tough as nails make up artist in his bed proved to be the easy part. It’s keeping her there that’s harder than any of the special ops missions he’s run in South America.

Falling into Harbor City’s modern day Casanova’s bed was never on Drea’s list of smart things to do—but hotness happens, especially in the form of the six-foot-five-inch motorcycle riding Cam. Then he takes their secret affair public and she swears to never let him crinkle her sheets again. But when one of Drea’s clients is murdered and the police zero in on her, the only person she can count on is the one man she never thought she could trust.

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Author Avery Flynn

About the Author

Avery Flynn has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip.

She fell in love with romance while reading Johanna Lindsey’s Mallory books. It wasn’t long before Avery had read through all the romance offerings at her local library. Needing a romance fix, she turned to Harlequin’s four books a month home delivery service to ease the withdrawal symptoms. That worked for a short time, but it wasn’t long before the local book stores’ staffs knew her by name.

Avery was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.

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{ 3 comments… read them below or add one }

Avery Flynn February 16, 2015 at 10:14 AM

Thanks so much for having me over!

Maryse February 16, 2015 at 10:19 AM

Thanks for letting us into your roller coaster ride! ;) I LOVE roller coasters but have felt that way coming off of a few of ‘em. ;)

Laura February 16, 2015 at 10:40 AM

And now you get paid to make things up and let very hot men live in your mind. Not a bad gig, either! :)

In my wild youth I used to operate the amusement rides.

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