Spotlight & Giveaway: The Guy To Be Seen With by Fiona Harper

Posted March 17th, 2013 by in Blog, Spotlight, _Harlequin Romances / 36 comments

Today it is my pleasure to welcome Harlequin Romance author Fiona Harper to HJ!

Fiona welcome, would you please introduce yourself to the readers here?

fi sq phsHi, everyone! I’m Fiona Harper and I write funny, romantic and emotional stories for Harlequin KISS.

In your opinion, what ingredients are needed to make up a good love story?

A hero and heroine who have room to grow, who have lessons they need to learn, and who are going to help each other overcome their demons – whether the other one likes it or not!

What are the five best things about being a writer?

  1. Being able to daydream for a living!
  2. Being my own boss – although it can be a little bit scary at times, too.
  3. The other authors I’ve met along the way, some of which have become best friends.
  4. Seeing my book on a shelf in a bookshop – that never gets old.
  5. Finally, quite simply, writing. I sometimes love it and hate it in equal measure, but I couldn’t not do it.

What are you currently working on? What other releases so you have planned for 2013?

I have another Harlequin KISS coming out in September, called The Rebound Guy – if you’ve read The Guy To Be Seen With, you’ll recognise the heroine; she’s Dan’s mouthy little sister, Kelly.I also have a single title romance coming out (as yet untitled) in November about two very different sisters who end up spending the holidays in each other’s shoes.

Let’s talk about your newest release ‘The Guy To Be Seen With’, If you had to sum up the book for the reader here…

TGTBSWDaniel Bradford. What does a marriage-phobic guy do after his girlfriend proposes live on the radio? Run! Right into the arms of a woman who won’t trap him – or will she?

What was your biggest challenge while writing this book?

Due to other writing commitments, I had to write it in three weeks!

If you had to pick your favorite scene …

I quite like the opening scene, but I also love the scene halfway through where Chloe tells Daniel just how much he needs to get over himself!

Fiona, thanks for stopping by!


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Daniel always grumbled that his mobile phone rang at the most inconvenient of moments, and it didn’t disappoint him now. Just as he was lifting a delicate Venus flytrap out of its pot, his hands full of roots and compost, his trouser pocket buzzed. Since he refused to assign fancy ringtones to everyone in his contact list the double ring of an old-fashioned phone told him precisely nothing about the caller’s identity.

Once upon a time, he’d have ignored it—his hands being full of an uprooted Dionaea muscipula and all—but these days he could never quite push the thought from his mind that it might be his younger sister, telling him she was ill again. Or worse, a stranger telling him she’d collapsed and was in accident and emergency, and casually requesting he pick her kids up from pre-school.

Reluctantly, he shook the earth off his right hand, cupped the clump of roots and foliage in his left and fumbled in the thigh pocket of his cargo trousers for his phone. He balanced the handset on his shoulder and squeezed his cheek onto it to keep it in place as he attempted to brush more of the compost that caked his fingers off on the back of his trousers.


The phone started to slide and he quickly grabbed for it with his still-dirty hand.

‘Daniel Bradford?’ a deep yet annoyingly upbeat male voice asked.

‘Yup,’ he repeated, more focused on trying to replace the prize specimen in its pot with the use of only one hand. It wasn’t going well. He wasn’t planning on dividing this one for propagation yet but it was threatening to do just that.

‘Well, Daniel, this is Doug Harley and you’re live on Radio EROS, London’s most romantic radio station!’

Daniel stood up straight then twisted round, scanning the tropical nursery at London’s famous Kew Gardens, expecting to see a group of snickering underlings hiding behind a palm in an adjacent room of the sprawling greenhouse. This had to be a prank, right? And, if there was one advantage of working in a place where ninety percent of the buildings were made of glass, it was that there was nowhere to hide. He’d find them and make their lives hell for this.

But all he could see was a lone horticultural student, wheeling a trolley of seedlings past the door, plugged into his iPod and oblivious to the world. The rest of the multi-roomed greenhouse was unusually quiet.

‘Daniel?’ the silky smooth voice crooned in his ear.

He pulled the phone away from his head and stared at the display, seriously considering just hanging up. He didn’t have time for this.

‘What do you want?’ he barked at the man as he put the phone back up to his ear. ‘I’m busy.’

There was an equally smooth—and equally irritating—chuckle on the other end of the line.

‘Not too busy for this, Daniel. I promise you.’

He clenched his jaw. The over-familiar manner in which the DJ kept inserting his name into every sentence was getting on his nerves.

‘Convince me,’ he said.

The chuckle again. As if the man was the insider to some joke that Daniel didn’t know about. His eyes narrowed.

‘I’m sure you know what day it is today, Daniel?’

Confusion wrinkled his brow further. It was Tuesday. So what?


He swore inside his head, remembering the collection of red and pink envelopes that had been sitting on his desk when he’d arrived for work this morning. He’d shaken his head, pushed them to one side unopened and had done his best to forget about them. Not just any Tuesday, but one slap-bang in the middle of February.

‘Or what year it is…’ the voice added.

Daniel let out a huff. He’d been right all along. A half-baked radio contest run by some sappy station he’d never heard of. He was pretty sure he didn’t want whatever prize this idiot was offering. Seriously, couldn’t they come up with a better question than what year it was? Even his four-year-old nephew could answer that one. He was just about to tell Mr Silky Smooth that when he was interrupted.

‘Of course, leap years have their perks,’ the man said, and a rumble of perfectly pitched deep laughter followed. ‘We know it’s a couple of weeks until the twenty-ninth, but we’ve got a Valentine’s surprise for you, Daniel. There’s a young lady who’d like to ask you something.’

Daniel looked down at the plant in his hand. Even in its current uprooted state, a fly was attracted to the sweet nectar oozing from the glands in its trap. It darted around, weaving in and out of the leaves, looking for somewhere to land.

‘Dan?’ This voice was soft and feminine. One he recognised instantly.

He froze. His brain told him what was coming, but he refused to believe it.


That hadn’t come out right. He’d sounded grumpy and defensive, not pleasantly surprised, at hearing his girlfriend’s voice. He tried again. ‘What are you doing?’
Nope. That hadn’t been any better.

He heard her swallow in a great gulp of air. ‘Daniel…I know you’ve had a tough time recently, and I’ve been happy to be there for you…but things are looking up now and I really believe we could be good together.’

Daniel’s mouth moved but no words—not even any sounds—came out.
He wanted to close his eyes, as if doing so could block out the sound of h

er voice, but he was transfixed by the sight of the fly settling on the fleshy pad of one of the plant’s open traps. He shook his head, warning the insect off.

Fly away. Escape while you still can.

‘So, what I’m doing, Daniel…’ She paused, gave a little nervous laugh. ‘What I’m saying is…is that I’d like you to marry me.’

In one swift, smooth motion the flytrap closed over the fly. Not so much a snapping as an elegant but relentless squeezing. Daniel could hear the creature’s frantic buzzing, see it struggling in the trap as the teeth-like cilia closed tighter and tighter over its head.
Don’t. Struggling only makes it worse.

A terrible silence settled around him. All sound disappeared. Even the visitors to the botanical gardens, who could often still be heard from the private nurseries, had hushed. It seemed the whole of London was holding its breath, waiting for his answer.

‘Is this a joke, George?’ he croaked, a horrible pleading tone in his voice.

This wasn’t the Georgia he knew. The nice, uncomplicated, undemanding woman he’d been seeing for almost a year. His Georgia knew he didn’t have the emotional space for a proper relationship right now, let alone a marriage. His Georgia understood that and accepted that. So who was this, borrowing her voice and asking him out-of-the-blue questions—on the radio, for heaven’s sake? Not even person to person, face to face.
Who proposed in public, anyway? It should be done privately and quietly. Preferably to someone other than him.

He squeezed his teeth together to stop himself from demanding an explanation, right here, right now. He was suddenly furious with her for springing this on him, for changing the rules and moving the goalposts of their relationship while he hadn’t been looking. This wasn’t what they were about and she knew that.

At least, he’d thought she’d known that.

Silky Smooth chuckled again. ‘Well, Georgia, you seem to have rendered the poor man speechless! What do you say, Daniel? Are you going to put this gorgeous girl out of her misery or what?’

That doused his billowing temper quick smart.

What was he going to say?

He could imagine Georgia sitting there at the radio station, a fixed smile on her face and fear in her eyes, bravely trying to pretend it was alright, when really her heart was pounding and her eyes filling.

It wasn’t that Georgia wasn’t a lovely woman. She was determined and intelligent and sensible. Any man would be lucky to have her. He should want to say yes.

But he didn’t.

He really didn’t.

He wasn’t ever going to go down that road again, no matter how lovely the woman in question.

There was a crackle on the line and noise started filtering through again—the hiss of the automatic misting system in the nursery next door, the squeak of a door farther down the corridor, a plane flying low overhead on its way to Heathrow. And Daniel was suddenly very aware that more than a hundred thousand pairs of ears might be listening to this conversation, of just how public and complete his girlfriend’s humiliation would be if he gave her the wrong answer.

Unfortunately, where he and Georgia were concerned, the wrong answer was the right answer.

He didn’t love her. He wasn’t sure he ever would, and she deserved better than that. Gently, he put balanced his phone on his shoulder again and carefully put the now-satisfied Venus flytrap plant back down in its pot.

He should have known their relationship wouldn’t stay in wonderful, comfortable stasis they’d created. In this world, things moved on, grew, or they decayed.

He’d first met Georgia when Kelly had been halfway through her chemo. She’d been easy to be around. She’d helped him forget that his little sister might not see another Christmas, to forget that his rat of a brother-in-law had run off with his personal trainer and left his shell-shocked wife to deal with a cancer diagnosis—and two under-fives—all on her own. Without Georgia, he’d have hunted Tim down and fed him, bit by bit, to the largest and ugliest Nepenthes in his collection.

Daniel shook his head. The Venus flytap was completely closed now; he couldn’t even see the squirming fly inside.

He should have known that, eventually, Georgia would get ideas. The awful situation they were in now was as much his fault as it was hers. She wasn’t really asking anything horrendous of him, was she? But she was asking for something he wasn’t capable of. Not any more. And he’d been very clear about that.

‘I’m sorry…’ he said, more for not paying attention to what had been growing right under his nose than for what he was about to say. ‘We weren’t heading for marriage, I thought you knew that… That’s what made our thing so perfect…’

Our thing… Subtle, Daniel.

He could hear her breathing on the other end of the line, and he wished he could see her face to face, explain, without listening ears hanging on every syllable.

‘It’s okay,’ she said, and he could hear the artificial brightness in her tone, could almost see the sheen in her eyes. He felt like he’d been kicked in the chest by a horse.

He shook his head. No it wasn’t okay. He was hurting her horribly, but that didn’t mean he could say yes and condemn them to a lie that would ultimately make them both unhappy. He had to do what was best for Georgia, for both of them. He had to set her free for someone who could give her what she wanted.

‘I can’t, Georgia. You know why I can’t say yes.’

There was a moment of ghastly silence and then the DJ began talking again, laughing nervously, trying to smooth things over. Daniel didn’t hear any of his words. He didn’t even notice when music started to play in his ear.

He felt like a worm.

No, worse than that, because worms were useful, at least, and they didn’t harm anything.

He picked up the unearthed flytrap, plastic pot and all, and flung it against the wall of the carnivorous plants nursery. It hit the glass with a resounding bang that echoed over half the gardens. The cracked pot fell away, and the frail plant followed, landing with an almost soundless thump on the floor. Compost that had smeared against the glass began to crumble away and rain down on top of it.

That’s when the disadvantages of working in a greenhouse made themselves apparent. Half a dozen curious pairs of eyes stared at him from various parts of the nursery. They must have thought the Head of Tropical Plants had lost his mind.

Or worse. They might have been listening to the radio.

Daniel closed his eyes, ran his hand through his hair, then swore loudly when he realised his fingers had still been covered in peat and perlite.

He opened his lids to find no one had moved. He glared at each and every pair of staring eyes in turn. ‘What?’ he yelled and, as one mass, the underlings scurried away back into their holes.

All he wanted was for this awful, consumer-fuelled excuse of a day to be over, so he could get back to normal, live his life without anyone listening to what he was saying or spying on what he was doing.

God, he hated Valentine’s Day.

Copyright © 2013 Harlequin Enterprises Ltd.
Copyright © 2013 Fiona Harper

36 Responses to “Spotlight & Giveaway: The Guy To Be Seen With by Fiona Harper”

  1. Karen Pietrusinski

    A public proposal would be quite interesting. There are so many places a man could do this at/ways this could be done. A proposal on a beach at sunset would be perfectly romantic.

  2. Becky M.

    Oh my gosh, no. Just no. I would hate to be the center of attention like that–I didn’t even really want my own wedding day to be “all about me”, not really–just something nice and quiet, please 🙂

  3. Sharon

    I enjoyed my proposal at night on the beach. That was plenty out in the open for me. It was romantic and did not really draw a crowd.

  4. Evelyn

    Public proposals are definitely not for me. I am very old fashioned in the sense that I would like my guy to take me to a romantic place and surprise me.

  5. Christine Merritt

    Sorry, I am so NOT the girl who would want anything public like that – ever! (again)
    Some boy I hardly knew asked me to prom over the intercom system at school after the morning announcements – the entire school heard it. I wasn’t even sure who he was exactly and it was horrifying when hundreds of kids I DID NOT KNOW were asking me if I said yes… turned out we were in Physics together, when I turned him down I felt like the meanest girl EVER and worse yet every one of those hundreds of kids thought the same thing that I was mean… nope never ever again.
    P.S. He did go to prom with a girl he later married…

  6. Leanna H

    I don’t think that I would like a public proposal. I am a private person and I think that when you do something like that in public it just opens the door for people to judge you. Why did he choose her, he’s so much better looking, those pants she has on are two sizes too small are just some examples.

  7. Marcy Shuler

    I wouldn’t like a public proposal…and neither would my hubby. I’d much rather this be a private moment.


    public proposal … no … i would love to be surprised with a very large diamond. thank you for sharing. 🙂

  9. Mary Preston

    I think a public proposal would be horrible. It’s supposed to be a private, intimate moment. I’d be inclined to want to just say no.

  10. Sue Ellen Robertson

    I think a public proposal would be romantic. We were one time at a Japanese Hibatche places and there was a table next to us with about 10 people (looked like friends and family get together). Well all of a sudden the guy got down on one knee and proposed to the girl next to him. I thought that was so romantic. Call me hopeless romantic, but Yes I would have loved to have a public proposal when my husband asked me to be his wife. 🙂

  11. roslyngroves

    I was proposed to on a gondola in the middle of the Grand Canal in Venice, boats all around us. I had no idea it was going to happen, and I was so excited that I didn’t notice all the people right away. We did however get a big round of applause from the people gathered on the Rialto Bridge, who must have seen it all happen. I loved my public proposal, it was not at all what I was expecting.

  12. Aline

    Don’t think I’d enjoy a public proposal. I don’t like to be the center of attention. For me, a wedding proposal is something special and I’d really appreciate if the guy I’d marry would make it something private 🙂

  13. Winnie Lim

    No way would I want a proposal that is so public. I’d much prefer a romantic way of proposing like playing a song for me on a guitar or piano, just the two of us or maybe on board a yacht.

  14. Sharlene Wegner

    So funny! Doesn’t seem like anyone is much into the public proposal! I think it is a very personal thing. Not necessarily because someone might say no, like your story, but just because it should be a romantic moment between the two of you.

  15. Alicia Jespersen

    I really don’t know, basically I just want him to do what feels right to him. If its romantic and what we both really want then I love whatever he does!

  16. parisfanca

    Public proposals are definitely not for me. I am very old fashioned in the sense that I would like my guy to take me to a romantic place and surprise me.

  17. Gloria walshver

    My husband proposed to me like this.”let’s get married” in private,i’d be embarrassed if it was in public.

  18. Tawnya Bentley

    NO! I can not stand public attention. I won’t even go out with my family or friends on my birthday unless the promise not to have the restaurant do anything. I don’t want anything done to bring attention to me, I’m clumsy enough and to that for myself.

  19. cecilia

    Public Proposals, wow, i cant imagine. Maybe on a romantic place on the beach or mountain. i would love it

  20. Veronica

    I think I would love it! I loove watching those ones where they get the whole family together and surprise the fiancee to be and everyone gets to witness that moment

  21. Jennifer Zorko-Legan

    If you take into account that my husband asked me to marry him in front of his entire family and all their friends at Easter dinner that yes it was a huge deal.

  22. Kai W.

    I like public proposal but not with the video recording the moment. YouTube would be just too much for me.

  23. Pennie M

    Not for me, quiet and private and romantic. …and since I turned my husband down the first time… and the second time… glad he was persistent 🙂 Almost 24 years later and still married to my best friend

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