Lyn Austin, welcome to Romance Lives Forever. Let's talk about your book, The Auction.
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group
Boroughs Publishing Group http://BoroughsPublishingGroup.com
Cover artist: Kim Killion
Length: 85,000 words
Heat rating: Sensual
Tagline: In order to conceive a baby, Kat goes to a bachelor auction and buys back her ex-husband for a week.
Katherine Blake wants a baby. At thirty-three, she has a home and an antique business that she loves, but she is running out of time. Kat hasn’t had a man in her life that she would even consider fathering her child...except her ex-husband.
Michael Blake is for sale. In support of special-needs children, he offers himself up for one week as a prize at a New Year’s Eve local celebrity bachelor auction. The result? His ex-wife buys him to finish the restoration of the hundred-year-old home they bought shortly after their marriage. Or so he thinks. Katherine does expect the remodeling to be finished, but the rest of her plan is more devious. She doesn’t need him to rekindle the one-of-a-kind love that led to their fairy-tale wedding and he doesn't have to atone for the mistakes that led to their divorce, but he does have to...well, deliver.
What are your main characters' names, ages, and occupations?
Katherine Blake - antique dealer, 33
Michael Blake - Hotelier, mid-thirties
Grandpa Homer - 83
Michael had stayed in the dressing room as long as he thought possible without letting on to the other bachelors just how disturbed he was about the scene his ex-wife had created, but now he had her backed up against the wall in the cloakroom. While his physical posture made him feel somewhat better, dominant and overpowering, his emotions proved he wasn’t even remotely in control of this situation.
Kat faced him, her hazel eyes locked with his. God, he’d almost forgotten how startlingly beautiful she was, with that smooth complexion and dark hair. She was wearing it longer now; it hung thick and shiny to the tops of her shoulders. Even as angry as he was, Kat’s beauty seemed to melt one tiny layer of ice from around his heart.
“What in the hell are you up to?” he hissed.
“Let’s discuss it at my house,” she replied.
It was this calmness that had infuriated him before the divorce. When she’d quit fighting, quit trying to make it work and simply resigned herself--that made him crazy. “Damn it, talk to me, Katherine. Are you just out getting your kicks with the girls, or are you really out to ruin me?”
“Ruin you?” She laughed. “Ruin what, your reputation as the most eligible bachelor on the mountain?”
Michael had an impulse to slap one perfect cheek, but he would never do that. Never had. Instead, he grabbed her elbow and propelled her to the lobby and through the glass doors. His truck was already parked at the curb, and a valet opened the passenger door.
“Get in,” he commanded his ex-wife.
“I drove my car,” Kat told him, slipping a gloved hand into her coat pocket and producing a parking voucher.
“Get in,” he told her again through clenched teeth. “We’ll pick your car up tomorrow.”
He unceremoniously hoisted her with a hand on her butt into the tall vehicle, slammed the door on her protest and walked around to his side of the four-wheel drive Ford. Without another word he slid behind the wheel and was immediately assaulted by the smell of her perfume and clean hair. Damn her, the least she could have done was change shampoos after all this time. This was one of the few moments in his life that he wished he’d taken up smoking.
Interview with Grandpa Homer
Tell us about yourself. What are you like?
Ornery and still a stud, if I must say so myself.
What do you think is your strongest point?
Sticktoitiviness. I was married for over fifty years and you got to live through the hills and valleys. Granted--sometimes those low valleys can be pretty damn deep, but when you’re in one of those valleys you have to rest, regroup and take a step back, see what part you played in the problem, and start climin’ the mountain again. You don’t just give the hell up and walk away.
Do you have a weakness? (If so, what do you think it is? What does your lover think it is? What does your enemy think it is?)
My Kitty-Kat – my granddaughter. She makes me call her Kat now, but she’s still my Kitty-Kat and has been since the day she was born.
What drives you to do the things you do? What makes you want to be the "good guy?"
Hell, I don’t know if I’ve been so good recently, as I’ve been working behind the scenes here to get her and Michael back together. Damn fools. When she told me they were getting a divorce, sayin’ somethin’ about drifting apart, and separate lives, I said horseshit! You don’t find what they had but once in a lifetime.
What's your favorite guilty pleasure?
Well now, it’s the same guilty pleasure I had with my wife for more than fifty years... I might be slower than I’d like, but I’m still active, if ya know what I mean.
If you didn't know how old you were how old would you be?
I’m still eighteen in all things that count!
A biography has been written about you. What do you think the title would be in six words or less?
Never Too Old
If money were not an object, where would you most like to live?
I’m happy right where I am, with my Kitty-Kat.
What song would best describe your life?
I Did it My Way
If you were a tool, what would people use you to do?
I’d be a fulcrum, an instrument for change and repair.
Picture yourself as a store. Considering your personality and lifestyle, what type of products would be sold there?
Durable goods – all things that last a lifetime, like solid furniture and well-made tools.
As a child, what was your favorite thing about school?
Meetin’ all the pretty girls.
Tell us an embarrassing story that has to do with a pet. If you have no pets, a story about a significant other will do.
I’ve, ah... ahem, been caught in a compromising situation or two in my day. Can’t say it bothered me as much as it shoulda, but then again, what is it the kids like to say, “If you got it, flaunt it.”
If you came with a warning label, what would it say?
Don’t ask if ya don’t want to hear the answer.
Please Fill in the Blanks
I love the ladies like nobody’s business.
I'm always ready for a little nooky.
When I'm alone, I reminisce, but I don’t dwell on the past since there’s always tomorrow.
You'd never be able to tell, but I’m really an up-standing citizen.
If I had a halo it would have a question mark attached to it.
If I could fix Kitty-Kat’s broken marriage, I’d die a happy man.
I can never stand to see my Kitty-Kat unhappy.
About the Author
Lyn Austin is an award winning author and a popular guest lecturer throughout the world. She travels extensively but her favorite place is in her picturesque riverside home on the Snake River in Idaho, where she hosts retreats for writers and artists. She has interviewed over 10,000 women worldwide for her non-fiction book Prism of Light; 22 questions that will help you discover your own endless possibilities. However, Lyn’s real passion is writing fiction. She believes that the best gift she can give the world is a couple of hours of sheer enjoyment by escaping into the depths of a good book.
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