I’m excited to be here today talking with you about my FBI agents/paranormal story Unspeakable Words. You know how some characters just grab hold of you and refuse to let go? That was me with John Flynn and Jerry Parker. Talk about your opposites attracting! Flynn is everything Parker is not: charming, dangerously handsome, a risk-taker and a maverick. Parker is by-the-book because he can quote the book down to the page numbers. Precise, and known for his dedication to detail, Parker might be appreciated for his skills, but isn’t particularly well-liked by his colleagues. When a new witness steps forward on a cold case, Parker is assigned to work with Flynn for the short period of time he’s expected to be in town. They didn’t have to like each other; just be professional and get the job done.
Only things go disastrously wrong when they meet with their witness at the museum where she works. Flynn accidentally brushes up against an unknown artifact and collapses in a twitching heap on the floor. By the time Parker gets him to the ER, it becomes apparent that the artifact did more than just shock Flynn: now he has extrasensory powers he didn’t have before and he doesn’t have a clue how to control them. When the two men discover that their mystery witness has been found murdered, they must work together to manage Flynn’s newfound abilities before the killer can strike again, all while Parker struggles to hide his growing attraction to Flynn.
I confess, I’m a sucker for Opposites Attract kinds of stories. While I think truly disparate personalities have a hard time making a go of a relationship, I can appreciate the beauty that opposites bring to the table—and besides, they are just so much fun to write! The dialog practically writes itself as Parker and Flynn trade barbs and banter. I love, too, stories ‘with a twist’. I can’t help but toss in the unexpected. I like putting my characters in hot water to see how strong they are—like tea bags, only sexier!
If you want to find out what happens to Parker and Flynn, you can find Unspeakable Words on the Dreamspinner Press website. The sequel, Walk a Mile, will be out sometime in October 2014, so now is the perfect time to get caught up!
Special Agent John Flynn is everything that Jerry Parker is not: dangerously handsome, coolly charismatic, and respected by his peers. Special Agent Parker is dedicated and meticulous, but his abrasive personality has given him a reputation for being difficult. When new information on a cold case appears, Parker is assigned to work with Flynn, and sparks fly as their investigative styles clash. Contact with a strange artifact changes everything when it bestows unusual and unpredictable powers on Flynn…and the two men must learn to work together before a killer strikes again.
He sensed Flynn’s presence behind him before he heard him speak.
“Something smells good in here.”
Jerry turned to say something offhand but then completely lost track of what he’d intended to say. Flynn was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, wearing a towel slung low around his hips so that his hipbones showed. The hair on his chest was not too much, just right in fact, tapering down his long torso until it disappeared beneath the towel. He was drying out one ear with another towel, his hair standing up in startled spikes. On the chain around his neck, he wore a simple, tiny silver cross, the kind that a preteen girl might wear. His left shoulder bore the ugly, puckered mark of a bullet wound, the shiny scarring of skin suggesting that the wound wasn’t all that old. Jerry knew from his record that Flynn had been shot in the line of duty about six months ago, but the record didn’t say much more than that.
Flynn had shaved, but his jaw still held the suggestion of a beard. It was probably as close as he ever got to being smooth-cheeked. A hint of soap and the smell of clean, damp skin and aftershave wafted in Jerry’s direction before being lost to the smell of coffee and bacon. The combination of odors struck Jerry viscerally with a little bolt of lust that surprised him.
“Breakfast will be ready in a minute,” Jerry said tersely, turning away to get a second mug down from the cabinet.
“You didn’t have to go to all this trouble,” Flynn said, slinging the towel in his hand around his neck.
Jerry shot him a look. He wondered what kind of game Flynn was playing here. He obviously was aware that Jerry had checked him out; it was evident in the little smile that played around his lips. Was this his way of saying he was so secure in his sexuality that it didn’t bother him? Jerry suspected that was the case.
“Oh. Right. Never mind. This is how you always start the day. What’s in the oven?” Flynn looked amused, something subtle in his eyes that suggested it was at Jerry’s expense. He also looked completely comfortable there in his stupid towel with his hairy legs and his bare feet.
“Frittatas,” Jerry said crisply. He blamed the heat of the oven for the flushing of his face.
“That’s some egg thingy, right?”
Jerry found his gaze drawn to a single bead of water dripping from one of Flynn’s sideburns, making its way in a crooked line over his collarbone. He swallowed before speaking. “Philistine. Yes, some egg thingy. Best eaten hot. You’d better get dressed.” He cleared his throat.
Flynn gave him a little half smile and left the room. Jerry watched the way the damp, soft terrycloth of the towel clung to his ass as he walked away. He took a sip of coffee and made a face as he realized he’d forgotten to add cream. Yep. It was going to be a long day.