Since it’s release week for PROTECTOR FOR HIRE, there are a few things I’d
like to get off my chest (and maybe a few things I wouldn’t mind having on my
chest, but I suppose that’s a post for another day).
In no particular order, here are my true confessions about my new romantic
comedy, PROTECTOR FOR HIRE:
- I’ve never split firewood
Nearly every PROTECTOR FOR HIRE review has mentioned the scene in
which Schwartz finds himself inadvertently talking dirty to Janelle as he’s
teaching her to split firewood. It’s funny, it’s sexy, and it’s completely
made up.
Well, I shouldn’t say that. Though I’ve never wielded an ax myself, I had a
hunch the practice of splitting firewood would be rife with the sort of dirty
innuendo I love as a romantic comedy author. I had no idea how right I was
until I started researching. Holy cow, you guys! How can anyone not snicker
amid all that talk of “blunt heads” and “hard wood?”
- I blatantly stole Schwartz’s Pop-Tart obsession
The surly, reclusive, 6’5” former soldier who serves as the hero in my latest
romantic comedy has a special vice he shares with Janelle at their first meal
together. Schwartz Patton is obsessed with Pop-Tarts (an obsession that
eventually leads to one of the most interesting food-fueled sex scenes I’ve
ever written, but I’m getting ahead of myself).
Schwartz’s Pop-Tart passion might lead you to suspect the author shares the
same love of toaster pastries. On the contrary, I’m actually not terribly
fond of Pop-Tarts at all. But my longtime literary agent, Michelle Wolfson of
Wolfson Literary, absolutely adores them. When I first started mulling small
to show an unexpected soft side to the book’s curmudgeonly hero, I threw in
the Pop-Tarts as a hat tip to my agent.
- I might have a slight hand fetish
I’ve never actually checked this, but I would hazard a guess that out of a
dozen books I’ve published in the last four years, every single one of them
has a hero with large, beautiful hands.
That’s no accident. Well okay, it’s kind of an accident in that I didn’t
actually set out to reveal my own personal fetish to the masses, but it goes
without saying that big, sexy hands are my own personal weakness.
And while I’ve written plenty of big-handed heroes over the years, Schwartz
Patton takes the prize thus far as my hero with the most giant mitts. They
may or may not have been modeled after my husband’s hands (hi, honey!)
-Don’t tell anyone, but...Okay, you know how romance authors are supposed
to tell you that each hero they’ve written is special and unique in his own
right, and that they’re all the author’s favorite in one way or another?
That’s mostly true, but I have to confess something: Schwartz Patton is my
favorite. Not just my favorite hero in the Front
and Center series, but my favorite out of all the books I’ve
published so far.
It’s true. I’m a sucker for gruff guys with a dry sense of humor and a soft,
gooey center they don’t reveal to many people, and that’s Schwartz to a tee.
Incidentally, I’m not sure what to make of the fact that my agent once
pointed out that my heroine in FIANCÉE FOR HIRE (the second book in the
series) bears a striking resemblance to me. Kinda makes you wonder how all
these couples would fare if they had a massive partner swap.
But that’s definitely a blog post for another time.
Tawna Fenske is a romantic comedy author who writes humorous fiction, risqué
romance, and heartwarming love stories with a quirky twist. Her offbeat brand
of romance has been praised by Booklist as “A tame Carl Hiaasen on cupid
juice,” and RT Book Reviews nominated her debut novel for contemporary
romance of the year. Tawna is a fourth generation Oregonian who can peel a
banana with her toes and who loses an average of 20 pairs of eyeglasses per
year. She lives in Bend, Oregon with her husband, step kids, and a menagerie
of ill-behaved pets.
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Haunted by his time in Iraq, former soldier Schwartz Patton goes off the
grid, retreating deep into Montana’s untamed wilderness. Now, ten years into
his self-imposed solitude, his brother tracks him down and asks for a favor.
A woman is in danger, and she needs help...and Schwartz is the only one who
can protect her.
Designer-loving city girls like Janelle Keebler don't belong in the
wilderness. Unless, of course, they're witnesses to a murder by their psycho
drug-trafficking ex-husbands. Still, Janelle can't help the immediate
physical response she has to her sexy-as-sin protector that leaves her
wanting more than she could have ever imagined. Even if he does make terrible
coffee...
Every word, every touch, every kiss ignites a need Schwartz thought he’d lost
forever. He can't stop the desperate attraction simmering between him and
Janelle, even if he wanted to. Even if it means it could get them both
killed.
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