Spotlight & Giveaway: Anger Bang by Avery Flynn

Today it is my pleasure to Welcome author Avery Flynn to HJ!

Hi Avery and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, Anger Bang!

 
Thank you for letting me come hang out!
 

Please summarize the book a la Twitter style for the readers here:

What could go wrong during an 80s themed reality TV destination wedding in a place that is literally called hell? Everything. So really what other choice does shy paleontologist Thea Pope have but to ask the best man (who her bridezilla sister hates) to have a get-back-at-the-bridezilla anger bang. Petty? Yes. Amazing. OMG so much!
 

Please share the opening lines of this book:

Feelings were things best folded up into impossible-to-open origami and stuffed into the back pocket of a pair of awful turn-yourself-into-a-pretzel-to-get-them-off leather pants. Thea Pope would know. She’d bought a pair during a night spent online shopping while wine drunk on her couch in her Harbor City studio apartment.
She’d learned a valuable lesson: When one buys leather pants boozed-up, one risks popping a hip out of place peeling them off when sober.

Please share a few Fun facts about this book…

• It takes place in a fictional version of Colter’s Hell, Wyoming and yes there really is a dinosaur dig nearby.
• The opening reception was totally inspired by (the original) Footloose.
• The cover came before the story and totally inspired Thea being a paleontologist.

What first attracts your main characters to each other?

Neither Thea nor Kade want to be at the wedding so they are drawn together by their own misery, which it turns out does love company. Then, of course, there are sparks of attraction and all sorts of mutual awkwardness.
 

Using just 5 words, how would you describe your main characters”love affair?

Hot. Fun. Inventive. Needed. HEA.
 

The First Kiss…

Doesn’t take place until about halfway through the book because part of their no-strings-attached agreement is no kissing. Thank goodness no orgasms isn’t part of that rule.
 

Without revealing too much, what is your favorite scene in the book?

When Thea is describing her bridesmaid dress cracks me up every time.

Thea was in Pepto Bismal pink hell and seriously rethinking her life choices.
She was drowning in lace, had flounces up to her literal neck, and was white-knuckling some kind of parasol thing that looked straight out of a 1980s high school prom hellscape.
“Don’t forget your hat,” her mom called out.
Thea closed her eyes and muffled her groan as much as she could. Of course, there was also a hat. It was big and round with layers of pink organza and was wide enough to cover both shoulders in shade.

If your book was optioned for a movie, what scene would be absolutely crucial to include?

Oh. The sudden silence when Thea asks Kade if he wants to anger bang.

Crossing her fingers behind her back she sent up a quick prayer to the patron saint of revenge orgasms and made her way over to Mr. Tall, Hot, and Completely Hated By Her Sister. She reached up—way up—and tapped on the shoulder before she could lose her nerve.
Kade turned around and smiled. The way his grin was higher on one side than the other sent a wave of desire through her warm enough that she started fanning herself with a crushed tissue flower before she realized what she was doing.
He discombobulated her. It was her only excuse for what happened next. If she would have been herself—a grown-ass woman in her early-thirties, a respected paleontologist, a human who could name every one of the bones of the one-hundred-and-twenty-two-foot-long Titanosaur at the American Museum of Natural History—the question would never have tumbled out of her mouth quite like it did right as the DJ decided to take a break.
“So,” she said, her voice loud enough to be heard over the ‘80s synth-pop music that was no longer playing. “You want to get out of here and have a no-strings-attached, hate-the-bridezilla fuck?”
There were four whole beats of silence and then every camera in the room that was live streaming the party focused on Thea.

Readers should read this book …

If you want to laugh and happy sigh while you’re standing in front of your open freezer.

What are you currently working on? What other releases do you have planned?

Walk of Shame will be out later this year and it features not only one of Thea’s best friends but also the return of the Ice Knights. I have missed those hockey players so much.

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Excerpt from Anger Bang:

“This,” he said, leaning over and lowering his voice, “is _exactly_ the nightmare I expected.”
Eyes wide with shock at someone actually saying it out loud she stared up at him and a laugh—her real one that was loud, nasally, and gave off more than a little hint of woodpecker—burst out. “It is.”
She slapped her hand over her mouth and stifled the last of her chuckles while they shared a knowing glance.
“With the exception of getting to meet you, of course,” he said, watching her as she started to take another drink from his flask. “You have to be the one person in the world who could make that outfit look good.”
Shock at his words and the shiver of anticipation they sent up her spine, she did a shit job of using her depth perception and bonked the lip of the flask against her teeth.
Wow.
Watch out for Thea Pope, world. She’s setting a land-dork flirting failure record and putting her dentist’s kids through college at this rate.
“You’re kidding, right?” He had to be.
He shook his head and winked at her. “Not in the least.”
Was he flirting with her? No. People didn’t do that. They flirted with Jackie. They ignored her, which was more than fine by her. Dinosaur bones she got. People? They left her at a total loss.
When she didn’t say anything because she was too busy gaping at him with her jaw on the dusty ground—yes, she was well aware of how terminally lame she was—he continued.
In her head, she said thank you with an air of confidence and mystery before flirting right back. In real life, she made some kind of gurgling grunting sound and took another drink from the flask—at least this time she didn’t make a total idiot of herself by forgetting how to swallow or breaking a tooth.
Instead, she just took the drink and then stood there about as useful as the itty-bitty arms on a T-Rex while the man looked at her with an amused grin. Wow. Her minor in Communications with an emphasis on public speaking (in case she ever got to present at academic conferences) was really coming in handy.
Yep. It was just her, the hot guy who carried a flask full of Sprite, the sulfur stench of the fumaroles and hot springs dotting the landscape, and the silence of a shy paleontologist who couldn’t string two words together.
Fan-fucking-tastic.

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Book Info:

Sometimes the only answer is to just bang it out.

Like today, for example. I’m in actual hell at my sister’s over-the-top reality TV wedding and up until now, I’ve been able to handle it all. The horrible bridesmaids. My relentless mother. Even the awful eighties fashion to fit the retro theme. But when my sister nonchalantly mentioned that she never even wanted me at the wedding—the producers insisted—ouch doesn’t fully express how much it hurts.

So for the first time I don’t think. I just do. And as a shy paleontologist who plans everything, I probably should have taken a moment.

But here we are.

I’ve just asked the best man, who my sister absolutely loathes and who can’t stand her right back, if he’s up for a little naked revenge with me. The cameras are filming every horrifying second, and the whispers have begun. (Did I mention that the music happened to stop just as I asked him?)

But then his mouth quirks up, and he does the last thing I expect.
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Meet the Author:

USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling romance author Avery Flynn has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip. She lives outside of Washington DC with her family, Dwight the cat, and a pack of five dogs all named after food. If she’s not reading romance or binging reality TV, she’s most definitely plotting to take over the world so she can banish Crocs from existence. Also, if you figure out how to send Oreos through the Internet, she’ll be your best friend for life.
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