Spotlight & Giveaway: Mama’s Boy 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, Mama’s Boy!

 
Thank you for having me!!!!
 

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

Ohhh! Fake date + enemies to lovers + only one bed. PLUS the heroine is a Hartigan so you know there are all sorts of Hartigan style shenanigans going on.
 

Please share the opening lines of this book:

For Dixon Beckett, there was nothing worse in the world than losing—well, except for falling in love, but that was pretty much the same thing.
But winning? That was the ultimate rush. The best meal he’d ever eaten didn’t come close. The perfect sunrise was a distant nah. The closest thing was probably sex, but even then, it wasn’t the same. Winning was everything—which is exactly why he was considering his cousin Nash’s absolutely- without-a-doubt-ludicrous idea.

Please share a few Fun facts about this book…

• There is an attack goose.
• Mama’s Boys can DEFINITELY kiss.
• Only one bed in a tent on a private island.
• Banter. So. Much. Banter.
• He’s a Cajun Rage fan. I know. The Ice Knights fan in me cried a little at that too.

What first attracts your Hero to the Heroine and vice versa?

They really are both total softies trying to be tough and it is just so not them. They really just fit each other.
 

Using just 5 words, how would you describe Hero and Heroine’s love affair?

Oh my God the chemistry.
 

The First Kiss…

Please be by the open freezer door when you read it.

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

I love all the scenes but have a total soft spot for when Dixon goes with Fiona to a Hartigan family dinner. It’s total chaos–of course. One of my favorite lines from this scene?
“Thank God you’re here,” she said. “Nana made the mimosas, and I have learned things that I will never be able to block from my memory.”

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

You know, it has to be all of the hot chemistry these two have. So much teasing banter and it makes me so happy.

“Dixon Beckett, are you trying to get me completely naked?”
Please say yes.
“Yes,” he answered in a harsh near-growl.
“Thank God.”

Readers should read this book …

If you just want to have a good time. 🙂

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

Oh! The next two books in the Last Man Series are coming out in October (Neanderthal) and November (Mansplainer) so get ready for the rest of the Beckett cousins. Shenanigans are aplenty.

Thanks for blogging at HJ!

Giveaway: Thanks so much, y’all! To celebrate Mama’s Boy, I’m giving away a digital copy of all of the Hartigans books (Butterface, Muffin Top, & Tomboy) to one lucky winner!

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Excerpt from Mama’s Boy:

Fiona walked through the door and into one of the season-ticket-holder suites. She should have realized that Dixon wouldn’t be the type to sit among the regular fans, yelling about bad calls and illegal hits. Too common for him, no doubt. The fact that his suite was behind an unmarked door was an extra added layer of weird rich dude, though.
Straight ahead as she walked in was an area of ten cushioned seats bearing the Ice Knights logo. Technically, the seats were smack dab in the middle of the regular arena seats, but they were cordoned off behind a waist-high plexiglass fence so the only access to them was from the suite. To the right of the door was a bar with a bartender, a buffet table filled with a ton of delicious-looking foods, and an ice sculpture of—
“Oh, good. I was beginning to worry,” Dixon said as he poured an ungodly fabulous amount of nacho cheese over his tortilla chips.
That wasn’t what stopped her dead in her tracks, though; made her press her palm to her chest; and forced a gasp of horror from her lungs.
No.
This couldn’t be.
But it was. It really, really was.
She looked closer at her surroundings, her stomach feeling worse with each heartbeat. The ice sculpture in the middle of the buffet table surrounded by pigs in a blanket, oversize German pretzels, and sliders was of a hockey puck with Go Rage etched into the center and the final score of the last rivalry game they’d played when the Rage had swept the ice with the Knights. Obviously that was because of shitty call after shitty call. That was bad. Even worse (as if that were possible?), Dixon was wearing head-to-toe maroon and gold.
“What in the hell are you wearing?” she asked.
Dixon shot her a shit-eating grin. “My Nate Clifton jersey.”
“On purpose?” The horror of it all. “To an Ice Knights game?”
“In this suite”—he popped a nacho into his mouth and crunched it—“it’s a Cajun Rage game, and I only attend when I can watch my Rage destroy the Ice Knights.”
She was going to puke. It was just too awful. “I can’t do this.”
“I don’t blame you,” Dixon said. “Wearing that symbol of mediocrity has got to be painful.”
Oh no he didn’t.
He.
Did.
Not.
Her back up and fire just about to shoot out of her fingertips—all aimed at one obnoxious Rage fan in particular—she squared her shoulders. No one did the Knights like that, especially not in their own house.
“Take it back,” she said through gritted teeth.
He let loose with a snarky chuckle that managed to be patronizing and defiant at the same time. “Not on your life.”
Oooohhhhhhh! She fisted and loosened her hands a million times. The security guard’s warning sat on one of her shoulders and her Hartigan temper on the other.
This man was the worst. The absolute, without-a-doubt, couldn’t-be-worser (yeah, she was a teacher and knew that wasn’t a word, but these were trying times) human being of all time. And he had a lot of competition for that title! But still, violence—as she told her third graders—was never the solution.
The truth of it was that she was here, not because of the man in a hideous jersey that he actually almost made look good—broad shoulders really were a sight to behold in a hockey sweater—but for her nana. She was on a mission, and this piece of work was not going to dissuade her from helping Nana realize her dreams.
She let out a cleansing breath, counted to a bazillion, and made her way over to the buffet table, ready to utilize melted cheese and potato skins for their medicinal properties.
“I’m beginning to understand why you had to find a date as an experiment,” she grumbled.

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Book Info:

Top three lies about mama’s boys:

1. That we don’t know what we want. That one is straight up BS. I know exactly what I want—to win this bet with my cousins by any means necessary even if it means finding the worst possible date in all of Harbor City and agreeing to whatever she asks in exchange for her pretending to fall for me.

2. That we are soft, little wimps. Yeah, you don’t get to be CEO of a multibillion dollar company by letting other people take advantage of you. So as soon as I realize my date Fiona Hartigan isn’t exactly who she appears to be, there’s nothing that will stop me from figuring out the truth—no matter how many dates it takes to unravel that mystery.

3. That we don’t know how to kiss. Oh yes we do. The only problem is that once I start kissing Fiona, I don’t want to stop and I have to because we’ve already agreed that all of this is temporary.

Now I’m the guy that every woman wants to bring home to mom—except for the woman I’m fake dating and falling in love with for real.
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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.
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