Flynn Ormond, a man of wealth and power, spotted the
enticing Traci Meredith sunbathing on the deserted beach of his private island.
But when he discovered her real reason for being there, he knew he had a
problem. He couldn't afford the distraction to his decade long quest for
revenge.
That sounds like something that definitely needs an
explanation. And what better way to get that explanation than directly from the
people involved.
My guests today are Flynn Ormond and Traci Meredith from ISLAND ENCOUNTER, an erotic romance
novella by Samantha Gentry, released from The Wilder Roses (the Scarlet Rose
line of erotic romance at The Wild Rose Press) on Friday, April 17, 2015 (an
from other online vendors).
Thank you, Flynn and
Traci, for being with us today.
Traci: It's our pleasure, Samantha.
Flynn: Thanks for inviting us.
Before we get into the
details of how the two of you met, I'm curious about something. Perhaps you
could enlighten me…Flynn.
Flynn (brief look of
apprehension crosses his face): I'll
try. What is it that grabbed your curiosity?
You're a man of
extreme wealth and power.
Flynn (emits an
uneasy chuckle): Is that a question?
Actually, it's a
statement of fact. You own the island where you and Traci met and everything on
it—a large conference center with luxury accommodations and amenities such as
tennis courts, swimming pool, and even an 18-hole golf course. Rather than a
vacation destination, its purpose is to provide a facility for things like corporate
retreats. Yet you present yourself to everyone as the island caretaker—the
liaison between the mysterious unknown owner and the people using the
facilities. And apparently that's just the tip of the ice berg with regard to
your vast holdings. It's commonly accepted as fact that with extreme wealth
comes extreme power. My question is, why hasn't anyone ever heard of you? Your
name doesn't appear in the newspapers, on the internet, on television. There
aren't any reports of your business dealings, of your coming and going…not even
any sordid gossip.
Flynn: Wow…that's quite a question. You've put me on
the spot here. My best answer is that I'm a private person and it's impossible
to be private when the eyes on the world are following everything you do. I
look at a public display of power and ostentatious flaunting wealth as an ego
thing. Don't get me wrong…I enjoy the
money, the freedom it gives me, the very comfortable lifestyle it provides, but
my ego doesn't require those strokes. (emits soft chuckle) Of course, now it's
going to be much more difficult to remain anonymous. (shoots a get me out of this look at Traci as he
reaches for her hand)
Traci: When I first met Flynn, he said he was the
island caretaker and nothing more about himself. I was suspicious of him. That
description did not fit in with what I saw and heard…a confident, self-assured
man of high intelligence, someone in control of his surroundings yet without
any arrogance. A very unusual combination. No way was he some rich guy's
yes-man. I couldn't figure him out.
The two of you met on
the beach at Flynn's island?
Traci: Yes, I had found what I thought was a
deserved stretch of beach in a beautiful little cove away from the conference
center activity. I had just stretched out on my beach mat when my peaceful
reverie was broken by the voice of this stranger staring at me. My immediate
reaction to the situation? Trepidation. The way he blatantly looked me over—all
alone, scantily dressed, no one around to hear me yell for help. But that was
closely followed by what I have to admit was a serious rush of desire on my
part. Fortunately, he didn't give off any threatening vibes. We ended that
brief conversation with a promise to have a drink together that night following
dinner in the conference center's dining room.
Flynn: I can definitely say for me, that encounter
on the beach was lust at first sight. I had never seen anyone more stunning or
desirable. As we talked, I became uneasy about her purpose for being at a
corporate retreat attended primarily by what could best be termed members of
the good ol' boys network of a large
multi-national corporation. Even after she explained that she did not work for
the corporation or any of its companies, that she was a freelance consultant
presenting one of the scheduled seminars, I felt there was more to it than
that.
You were concerned
about her trying to dig into your past? Thinking that she might be an
investigative reporter?
Flynn: No…nothing like that. But I did have her
checked out and what I found bothered me.
Traci: And when I found out he had dug into my
past…well I think it's safe to say I wasn't a happy camper.
Flynn (spontaneous
laugh): You can say that again! Merely
unhappy doesn't quite capture the mood. She was livid and didn't hesitate in
letting me know how she felt.
What did you find out
that bothered you so much?
Flynn: I was concerned about her having a hidden
agenda…something that would interfere with my personal agenda, a plan I had
been working on for a decade. A plan known to only two other people. (very
serious expression crosses his face)
I understand that you
were looking for…uh, I heard you were out for revenge. Is that true?
Flynn: Well…yes. I had a long term goal for revenge.
I had spent a lot of money getting everything in place with the final step only
a few days away.
Revenge for what? Why?
And how did Traci's past seem to interfere with this agenda of yours?
Traci: Let me tackle this question. Even though
Flynn and I had never crossed paths, each being totally unaware of the
existence of the other, we had something from our separate lives that put us on
a collision course in the present. But we had very different plans for how to
deal with it, what we each wanted that put us in the same place at the same
time and on that inevitable collision course.
This all sounds very
mysterious. What is it from your past that the two of you had in common?
Traci (laughs): I think you need to read the book to find
out.
Flynn: I second that. You'll have to buy the book.
Thank you, Flynn and Traci. So, everyone out there, get to
The Wilder Roses (or your favorite online vendor) and purchase your copy of ISLAND ENCOUNTER.
The Wilder Roses buy link:
BLURB:
He wants revenge. She wants peace.
A man with the wealth and power to make things happen, Flynn
Ormond is about to see his decade-long quest for revenge fulfilled. But then he
stumbles onto a bikini-clad beauty sunbathing on his deserted beach. He wants
her, and he's accustomed to getting what he wants. However, she's a distraction
he can't afford, not at all what she seems, and stands against everything he
believes is right.
Traci Meredith has a long term plan of her own, to confront
the man responsible for the death of her parents and finally move on with her
life. But when sun-kissed god of a caretaker wanders into her life one sunny
morning, she lets more than the tropical paradise seduce her from her goal.
Then she discovers the truth of his identity and the length he'll go to for
justice. Can she lure him from destruction's grip or will the fingers of the
past hold on tight?
Publisher's Excerpt:
She carefully measured her words. "You seem to know a
lot about his personal life. Does the island owner require that type of
personal information about the people who use the conference facilities?"
He propped his body up on one elbow facing her. "And do
you always follow sex with accusations and an interrogation? I think any
concerns you have about me or my character would be more appropriately
addressed before sex."
Even though the gleam in his eyes and mischievous grin said
he was teasing, she couldn't stop herself from throwing his own words back to
him. "That doesn't really answer my question, does it?"
His expression turned serious. "The answer to your
question is no, the island owner does not require extensive background checks
on those who wish to rent the facilities. Usually nothing beyond the normal
credit check unless the potential client has a reputation for destructive
behavior such as the case with certain celebrities. Now, to repeat my question.
Do you always follow sex with an interrogation? Take a beautiful and incredible
interaction and put a damper on it?"
A nervous jitter told her she had pushed her concerns too
far. She forced a smile. "We seem to have veered off into some sort of a
strange direction."
"Yes…you have. Would I get a straight answer
from you if I asked why?" He furrowed his brow in a moment of confusion.
"Is there something about you being here that I need to know? And before
you take offense, let me clarify. By here, I mean at this conference
rather than here in my bed. I consider our being in my bed a personal matter
based on mutual attraction and having nothing to do with the outside
world."
She took a deep breath in an attempt to steady her tensed
nerves. "Well, we do agree on that." Her defensiveness quickly gave
way to feelings of guilt over misleading him. "I apologize if I've given
you the wrong impression. It's just that…well, I'm not accustomed to hopping in
bed with a man I've only known a few hours. Or more accurately, one I don't
know at all and only encountered for a few minutes earlier today. I guess I
allowed my insecurities to show."
His turquoise eyes seemed to delve into the very essence of
her psyche. As if she had no will of her own, she felt herself being drawn into
his mesmerizing aura. Her mind clouded and her body once again ached for his touch.
"Maybe I'm just experiencing the equivalent of morning after jitters."
He drew her closer. "Let's see if I can calm them for
you."
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ISLAND ENCOUNTER and a look at my other
available books.
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