By Avery Flynn
I love strong heros and heroines butting heads. Tracy and Hepburn. David and Maddie from Moonlighting. Sookie and Eric in True Blood. And, of course, Rhett and Scarlett.
There is nothing better in the world than two alphas facing off against each other. I love a strong woman and a tough man. Two alphas bring an extra umph to the high stakes tightrope act of falling in love. They’re fun to read or watch as they duel and plot to best the other, only to find their schemes have drawn them closer together.
All of which brings me to Claire Layton and Jake Warrick from my debut romantic suspense, Up a Dry Creek. When Claire appeared in my head one day as I drove down the road, I knew she was my girl. Same with Jake. They’re just right for each other. They’d mow over anyone who wasn’t an alpha. Take, for example, the following exchange after Claire loses her temper and soaks Jake with a spray hose. Jake if forced to take off his sopping wet shirt (oh, darn).
“I have to tell you, it’s one of the more direct ways a woman has worked it so that I had to take off my shirt.” He bent his head down toward her. “I didn’t realize you country girls were so forward. Now, I don’t mind you getting me wet, but next time, just ask.”
Biting her lip, she fought the urge, again, to kick him in the shin. God, he was irritating. And enticing. And yummy to look at. And… oh God, this man erased all thoughts except those that involved him naked on her bed.
She flashed him an insincere smile and batted her eyelashes, hoping he wouldn’t notice how her nipples had hardened. As if she’d said the words out loud, his gaze locked in on that exact part of her anatomy. Damn. They actually got harder.
She crossed her arms in front of her breasts. “Oh, I think once was enough. You know us country girls just aren’t used to your big city ways.”
“I could teach you about all things big.” His wicked grin promised she’d learn a lot.
Electricity sparked between them, sank into her skin and settled low in her belly. “I’m sure you’d like to, but I’m not looking for a teacher.”
That silenced him. He dragged his gaze from her toes to her eyes in slow motion. His hot perusal burned her skin as it traveled up her body, lingering on her breasts before stopping at her lips. A wolfish leer lit his face.
“I’m more than willing to be a student, if that’s what you’d prefer,” his voice rumbled.
See what I mean? They are total alphas hot for each other. The question is, will they be able to overcome the obstacles placed in their way by a psychotic killer (and themselves) to realize they belong together?
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