Please Welcome To Book Reads and Reviews, Author Kelly Wyre!!
Howdy! Kelly Wyre here today on Book Reads and Reviews to talk about shoes and ships and sealing wax, books and MMA fighting rings! I’m ever-so-grateful to Book Reads for hosting my humble chaos, and am thankful for you, too, for stopping by.
And now it’s time for a little game I like to call, In Which We Talk To Ourselves in Q&A Format in a Public Forum. …I recognize the game title may need some work, but you get the gist. I ask and answer myself and acknowledge that it’s a sign that the crazy is winning. (And I’m totally letting it.)
Yo, Kelly, how goes it?
Pretty good, actually. No alien invasion or zombie attacks in the last 24 hours. I consider this a win. Oh, and I’m also celebrating a new book coming out on March 4th from Loose Id Publishing.
How cool! What’s it about?
Well, it’s… there’s this guy… and this… uhm… You know what? Nathan and Fury do this ‘splainin’ thing so much better than I do. Boys? That’s your cue.
Aw, thank you, self. We had fun, didn’t we self?
We did. And while we’re on the subject of fun and favorites… How about you share some of your favorite lines from the book?
Oh, I’d be delighted! Let’s see… How about one for each of the main guys?
Cool. One of my favorite lines is spoken by a supporting character, Dennis, who is not, shall we say, a very nice man:
“Who’s the frat boy?”
Nathan and Fury have many, many favorite lines and several favorite exchanges. Fury’s not a man to speak even two words when one will suffice. One of my favorite exchanges between the two of them is this:
“What’s in the bag?”
“Lasagna,” Fury replied.
“Is that it?” Nathan blurted, not sure what he expected, but Italian food wasn’t it.
Fury glanced at the bag and back at Nathan. “I think there’s bread and a salad too.”
“Is that why you’re here… For the food?”
“No.” Fury’s lip twitched.
Nathan glared at Fury. “You always this forthcoming?”
Laura was one of the more interesting people to work with in this book. Still waters run deep in that one, and she’s got loads of very excellent and very explicit, to-the-point lines, but I think my favorite is the first one she says in the book:
“Don’t you fucking honey me!”
My favorite Fury line is, very fittingly, not one that is made of words at all:
It’s possibly one of the hottest lines of dialogue I’ve ever written. And it’s spoken to Nathan, of course, who was one of the most entertaining men I’ve ever had the pleasure of writing. I’ve got a top ten for him, and this bit of dialogue is definitely up there:
The guy appeared to be struggling for understanding and trying to find an exit all at once. “But you do fuck men. We—”
“I know!” Nathan called. “You think I forget that when somebody’s not buried all up in there?”
And last but not least, my favorite line in the entire novel goes to Hellabeth. With a name like that, it almost had to, yes?
“…last time [Fury] got all worked up, we had dead people. You want to be dead people, asshole?”
Yeah… I had a great time writing this book. *laughs*
And now that you’ve shared all that, anything else you want to add before we go?
I’m running a contest to celebrate the new release over on my blog. I’m giving away three ebook copies of the book, and those winners will also receive a free MP3 file of me reading one of the juicer bits of my novel, (and don’t worry; I’ve got years of experience reading erotica and doing my very best When Harry Met Sally routine). And one other lucky winner will be eligible for the GRAND PRIZE: the ebook, the audio file, and the Lego versions of Fury and Nathan featured in that video up above. All details are over on my site.
So comment here to enter to win, dear readers! And don’t forget to include your email info so Kelly can let you know if you’ve won. Now for the last and all-important question: Where can we buy a copy of FIGHT?
You can get your copy RIGHT HERE! And here’s a little more about the book and me, myself, and the quoting I.
To Nathan Hunt, honesty is anything but the best policy. Telling the truth has gotten him nothing but heartache and pain; so lying about who he is and what he wants seems to be the only path to job security and friends. Hell, it even brings him a hollow kind of happiness.
Except, that’s not much of a life for any man. Especially one with Nathan’s passion. Desperate to cure his self-made misery, Nathan agrees to go along with a con that will score cash for Nathan to start over. There’s just one problem: lying is getting harder by the day. And a con who can’t lie, is a con who gets caught.
Nathan’s attempts to distract himself from his moral quandary lead him to a mysterious, intoxicating man named Fury. The Mixed Martial Arts fighter knows a thing or two about lies and pasts better left buried. He and Nathan have something else in common – they both want to be with someone who lets them be themselves.
Together, they undertake a journey that proves honesty is more dangerous and more difficult than either of them could have imagined. And as they combat addiction, thugs, guns, and their own inner demons, Nathan and Fury can only hope that their battle to be together will be worth the bitter fight.
Nathan registered the look of dulled shock in Duke’s eyes, and a presence manifested next to them. Nathan shoved Duke away but didn’t do anything else. He was too busy staring up at Fury and fighting for control.
Fury leveled a gaze on Nathan but didn’t say a word or lift a hand. He had on jeans, a checkered shirt, and a long coat that was stretched taut across his shoulders.
“Oh, hey…hey, Fury.” Duke straightened his clothing, but he was the rabbit cornered in the hunt. “Didn’t… Man, I didn’t see you.”
Fury swiveled his head and glowered. Duke backed up, smart enough to read a cold trail. “We cool, man. We all cool, here. Nate? You know where to find me if you need me, right?”
Nathan struggled to make his vision stop bleeding red and didn’t answer.
“Cool. It’s cool.” Duke smacked his lips and jogged off in the other direction.
Nathan would have sighed in relief and slumped against the wall, but Fury returned his focus to Nathan, who suddenly had sympathy for those insects pinned to boards for display.
“Ah…” Nathan cleared his throat. He wiped his palms on his jeans and tried to think straight. “Um…hey.”
Fury still said nothing, and Nathan tensed so he wouldn’t squirm. “You had a great fight. Earlier, I mean. Inside…in the…not out… Right.”
Fury blinked. Slowly. His eyelashes were so dark and thick, it looked like the guy wore mascara. He wasn’t exactly an attractive man in the traditional sense. Too much forehead, eyes too close together, big, crooked nose…
“Duke’s an asshole,” Nathan babbled. “Harmless, usually. Just fucked up tonight.” Nathan had no idea why on God’s green earth he was defending Duke. Or maybe he was defending himself. Trying to be smooth after a tweaked-out piece of shit cornered him in a parking lot, and Nathan had to tamp down the urge to kill Duke with his bare hands? Christ, what was wrong with him? Nathan took anger out on himself, not others.
“He sells some decent weed, if that’s your thing,” Nathan tried to joke, laughing feebly. Fury only had three inches of height on Nathan, but Fury might as well be the size of skyscrapers.
“It’s not,” Fury said in his characteristic growl. “My thing.”
“Oh.” Nathan coughed. Of course, he would try to push weed on a teetotaler. That was Nathan’s style, right there. Smooth. “Well. Sure. Not with what you do for a living, right? Can’t be good for the—”
“I got other things.”
Nathan shut his mouth with an audible clack of teeth. Fury still studied Nathan, hands loose at his sides, shoulders at ease, expression neutral. If the fighting thing ever failed, Fury had a bright future in poker. “That right?” Nathan asked.
Fury nodded, and again, it was slow. “Yeah.” Fury looked Nathan up and down, just like he had after Nathan had spotted him on the weight bench. Must be trying to place him. No way was it anything else.
“You were at the gym,” Fury said at last.
With the threads of recognition in Fury’s tone, Nathan’s logic died, and he got sucker punched by hope. Stupid, untimely, insipid, teenager-with-a-crush hope. “I…uh, yeah, I was. I think.”
“You think?” Fury asked with what might have been amusement.
“I do. Think,” Nathan replied with more assurance. It was easier to come by when he told himself this conversation wasn’t really happening.
Fury finally quit inspecting Nathan and glanced around the parking lot. “You headin’ back inside?”
“I…I don’t think so.”
Fury stared at something far away. “You interested in some more action?”
“Always.” The answer flew from Nathan’s lips before he could catch it. The symptoms of the panic returned, but they hurt a little less. “What you got?”
Fury shoved his hands into his pockets. “I got somewhere to be.” He took a few steps toward the row of cars, and he paused, raising his eyebrows at Nathan. “You comin’?”
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Kelly Wyre enjoys reading and writing all manner of fiction, ranging from horror to romance. She used to work in advertising but is now happily chained to her writing desk. Kelly relishes the soft and cuddly and the sharp and bloody with equal amounts of enthusiasm. She’s a coffee addict, a workaholic, a chronic night owl, and loves a good thunderstorm. Currently Kelly resides in the southeastern United States.
And if you like FIGHT, try the New Amsterdam Series!