2014-09-21



Published: August 2014

Description:

It should have been a simple rescue mission…

Retired Pararescueman, Quinn Wolff, wrote the book on how to stay alive during a mission when he founded Wolff Securities, an elite private sector security firm. When he fast-ropes down to save missing humanitarian aid worker, Avery Marks, in the remote mountains of Azbakastan he isn’t prepared for the brave, stubborn woman who challenges the rules he wrote in order to protect her.

But when it comes to matters of the heart nothing is simple…

Avery Marks learned a long time ago to take care of herself, but when her convoy is attacked, her friends and coworkers murdered, she has to rely on the aid of intensely capable and handsome, Quinn Wolff to get her safely out of the country. His skills keep her alive, but his kisses put her in danger. In danger of losing her heart. That’s a risk she can’t take ever again.

Content Warning: Sexual content

CHARACTERS' INTERVIEW

Hi Mythical Books and all you fabulous readers out there *waves* Thank you so much for having me today! My romantic suspense, Maximum Risk (Book #1, Wolff Securities) released this month so I’m very excited to be here! Thank you so much for sharing it with me!!

In honor of my release I am giving away an e-book copy of any one of my books (go to my WEBSITE to choose) to one lucky commenter so please leave me a comment with your EMAIL so I can contact you if you win!!

Quinn and Avery have agreed to do a character interview for you today! Yes, it took some doing, but I managed to get them to answer a few questions for me. So, without further ado, here are the hero and heroine of Maximum Risk, Quinn Wolff and Avery Marks!

How did you first meet your writer?

Quinn: When she decided to pull me on a rescue mission in the Middle East.

Avery: I was the rescue mission.

Did you ever think that your life would end up being in a book?

Quinn: Hell, no. I run a private security firm, our business shouldn’t be in a book.

Avery: I’ve been written about in brochures and magazines with my charity work, but never a book.

Did you have a hard time convincing your author to write any particular scenes for you?

Quinn: More like she convinced us. I’m still not happy with what you did, Jennifer.

Jennifer: I know, and I’m sorry, but I had to go where the story took me.

Avery: *sadly* I don’t like that part of the story. Let’s just move on.



Are you happy with the genre your writer has placed you in?

Avery: That’s a loaded question. Romantic Suspense is great and all, but it means hell for Jen’s characters. I like the romance, not so much the suspense. Too nerve-wracking.

Quinn: I prefer to keep my wife out of the suspense part.

If you could rewrite anything in your book, what would it be?

Jennifer: I can’t let them answer that because it will give away the book. They don’t like to talk about it anyway.

*Quinn and Avery nod in unison*

Do you like the way the book ended?

Avery: Despite what we had to go through to get there, yes. *laces her fingers through Quinn’s*

What do you do for a living?

Avery: You already know Quinn runs a private sector security firm. I’m founder of Books for Change. A non-profit organization that helps teach women and girls to read in deprived areas of the world.

What are you proudest of?

Quinn: My family.

*Avery nods, squeezing his hand*

What do you like most about where you live?

Avery: Quinn’s family lives on a private lake in Michigan. It’s the most peaceful place I’ve ever been. I love it there. Although it took some time to get used to not having the city outside my window.

What’s your favorite thing to do on a rainy Sunday?

Quinn smiles: Mom cooks a big family dinner and afterwards we play our traditional football game.

Avery: Translated into five alpha male brothers kicking the crap out of each other *she smiles*

If you knew a zombie apocalypse was coming in one week, what would you do?

Avery: I have the Wolff brothers surrounding me. I would have no worries. Not that I believe in zombies.

I hope you enjoyed talking with Quinn and Avery! Thank you for stopping by!

Thank you for having me today, Mythical Books!! I just want to send out a big THANK YOU to all my readers out there! Without you I wouldn’t be here. My wish is to one day meet each and every one of you so I can personally thank you for your generosity and support!

All my best, Jennifer

EXCERPT



The air in the cave shifted. She went still, tried to slow her breathing. Seconds later Quinn whispered her name.

A sob built in her throat but she pushed it down, unwilling to let him see how his return affected her.

“Avery?” Concerned. Alert.

She tried to answer, but the words stuck in her throat. Seconds later his hand was on her shoulder.

“Are you all right?”

No. Avery pushed the sleeping bag down and sat up. Her hands found his chest, bulky with vest and equipment, but warm and alive. Needing to feel his heartbeat, she found the hem of his t-shirt and slipped her hands underneath. Hot, taut skin slid beneath her hands as they traveled over rippled abs and upward.

His breath caught when she opened her palm over his chest where his heart beat strong and steady.

“Avery—”

She lifted up and pressed her lips to his, cutting him off. This was what she needed. Not talking. Not questions. To know she was alive, that he was alive, and she wasn’t alone. Reassurance that she was free of her captors.

In control.

His lips were warm, strong against hers. He hesitated, then he took over and the kiss no longer belonged to her. His lips moved over hers and stole her breath away. All her fears dissipated until there was only Quinn and the incredible way he was kissing her. Her hands dug into hard muscle, urging him closer. In response he tightened his arms around her.

He pulled away first. His chest heaved in synchrony with hers. In the darkness she couldn’t see his face to read his expression, but his erratic breathing told her he was as affected by the kiss as she was.

“I’m sorry.” She pulled her hand out from beneath his shirt. “I shouldn’t have—I just needed to know—”

Quinn’s fingers pressed to her mouth. “Don’t. I get it.”

*****

White-hot pain pulsed through his arm. Quinn clamped a hand over the wound, cursing a blue streak. “Kell? Where the hell are you?”

Kell was a damn ghost—one minute he was there, the next he was gone and bodies were dropping. They’d managed to lure the army in the opposite direction and now the bastards were chasing their own tails.

“Right behind you, bro.”

Not in the mood for Kell’s warped sense of humor, he swung around and started trekking in the direction of the chopper. Warm blood leaked through his fingers.

“You should wrap that.” Kell melted out of the trees and fell into step beside him.

“Just a scratch.”

Kell shrugged. “You’re the medic.”

Quinn cast him a look and said into his lip mic, “Savat, ETA twenty minutes. Immediate take-off, so be ready.”

“Copy that…Fuck! Hold on.”

Something popped in Quinn’s ear and he drew back. “Savat, what the hell’s going on?”

“We’re taking fire!”

******

Quinn sat back on his haunches and scrubbed a hand down his face. Avery slept soundly. He wanted to tend her other injuries, but sleep would heal her body faster than anything he could do.

Escape and evasion would be slow going with her injured feet. Without boots to protect them, it would be agony for Avery. Even with boots, walking would be difficult. Running, out of the question. He would carry her.

Quietly, he packed up the supplies and sat down a few feet away from where Avery slept. He snapped off the penlight, his NVGs next to him in case he needed them before his eyes adjusted to the dark.

Avery whimpered. Seconds later, a stifled scream.

Quinn repositioned to where she lay and put a hand on her shoulder.

She flinched and tried to scoot away. “Please. No more,” she moaned.

A nightmare. Instead of waking her, he stretched out on the ground and pulled her into his arms. The last thing he wanted was to wake her and make her remember. Bad enough she couldn’t escape her torment even in sleep.

He wrapped one arm around her waist, using his other arm as a pillow. She lashed out, her nostrils flaring as she drew in deep, gasping breaths.

“Avery, it’s Quinn.”

“PJ,” she murmured and instantly settled down. Her body relaxed and little by little her breathing slowed.

Quinn rested his chin on top of her head. More protective urges surged through him and he shifted a little closer.

“What did they do to you, Avery Marks?” he murmured.

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About the author:

NY Times & USA Today bestselling author, Jennifer Lowery grew up reading romance novels in the back of her math book and on the bus to school, and never wanted to be anything but a writer. Her summers were spent sitting at the kitchen table with her sisters spinning tales of romance and intrigue and always with a tall glass of ice tea at their side.

Today, Jennifer is living that dream and she couldn’t be happier to share her passion with her readers. She loves everything there is about romance. Her stories feature alpha heroes who meet their match with strong, independent heroines. She believes that happily ever after is only the beginning of her stories. And the road to that happy ending is paved with action, adventure, and romance. As her characters find out when they face danger, overcome fears, and are forced to look deep within themselves to discover love.

Jennifer lives in Michigan with her husband and two children. When she isn’t writing she enjoys reading and spending time with her family.

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