Hi Sawyer and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, Wicked Choice!
Happy New Year, everyone!! <3
Please summarize the book for the readers here:
This book is the fourth installment in the Wicked Horse Vegas series, but don’t be put off by that. ALL books in the series can be read as standalones. This book is a little different than the others in the series–still super sexy, and still a romance, but this one focuses more heavily on The Jameson Group (which was introduced in the first book of the series, but is explained in Wicked Choice as well). This is two-fold–first, to add a bit of a suspense element to this book, and second, because I’m prepping for a spin-off series in 2019, that will focus on the employees of The Jameson Group.
What’s your favorite line(s) from the book?:
“If you want to get fucked, I’ll be glad to do the honors. It’s not like I can get you any more pregnant.”
When you sat down to start this book, what was the biggest challenge you faced? What were you most excited about?
This book features a bit of a role reversal. After one hot night together, teammates at The Jameson Group Rachel Hart and Bodie Wright find themselves with an unexpected gift–Rachel is pregnant. And not only is she pregnant, but she has no desire to have a child, while Bodie is a family man, and is quick to say he wants to raise the baby on his own. The challenge was making Rachel averse to this pregnancy, but still making her a likable character. I didn’t want the reader to dislike her based on her decision. Making Bodie likable was a much easier feat. 🙂
Please tell us a little about the characters in your book. As you wrote your protagonist was there anything about them that surprised you?
Rachel is very career oriented. She’s an adrenaline junkie, and loves her life working at The Jameson Group. She’s 35, but she’s just not ready to make the life changes that would be required by motherhood right now, and possibly ever. She’s driven, focused, and a total badass. Bodie Wright is also a total badass, and sexy-as-sin to boot. He’s only 26, and has been with The Jameson Group just a couple years, following a stint as a SEAL. The big difference between the two, is the fact that he’s a family man down to his marrow, and believes that fatherhood is worth risking everything for.
What have you learned about your own writing process/you as an author while writing this book?
It’s important to let the story go in it’s natural direction. I had to really “listen” to what Rachel was telling me, and make sure that I was true to her spirit. I couldn’t force her character to go in another direction, just because I thought she “should”.
The First kiss…
“Fuck you,” I curse under my breath right before I choose to get my release another way.
I jump on him.
That gets the big lug to move since he’s so surprised by my attack. But it’s not to hit him or strike out in my anger. It’s a way to release my emotions in a way that feels good.
My legs spread and go around his hips, locking tight. Hands to his neck, I stare at him for what seems like an eternity but is only a second or two, and then my mouth is on his.
Bodie makes an unholy sound from deep within his chest. For a moment, I think it’s disgust, but then his hands go from my shoulders down to my naked ass, bare since the towel fell away from my body.
We kiss so hard my lips feel bruised and my blood now rages with something other than anger.
Pure white-hot lust.
Did any scene have you crying or laughing (or blushing) while writing it?
There is a scene where they are in the gym, and Rachel’s hormones are getting a little out of whack with the pregnancy, and she….well, she loses her shit a little bit. 😉 This is the beginning of that scene, and I’ll have a little more from it in the next question.
I’m practicing trying to hit the femoral artery of the dummy that’s furthest away. So far, I’ve managed to hit his little straw nuts three times in a row. I pick up a six-inch Japanese Shinobi, flip it in the air so I catch it by the blade, and cock my arm back to launch. Clearing my mind, I focus my gaze to the left side of the dummy’s nut sack and let my confidence clear the way. I launch, and the silver knife glints as it tumbles end over end.
Solid strike to the testicles once again.
“Goddamn motherfucking hairy balls,” I growl a little too loudly. Tank Richardson, another explosives expert at Jameson, gives me a startled look as he throws knives at the dummy in the lane next to me.
“Sorry,” I mutter.
“Take a deep breath,” he says as he chooses a knife from the tray beside him.
“Excuse me?” I snap. I don’t need to be told to calm the fuck down, which given the quick flush of anger that overtakes me, might actually be good advice.
Fuck you, pregnancy hormones.
“It helps if just before you throw, you take a deep breath and hold it,” he says, either unaware of the anger brewing just under the surface or not really caring.
Knowing Tank, he just doesn’t care. He’s a big brute of a guy with the personality of a fresh Brillo pad. All abrasive and uncaring if he scratches people up.
“Thanks for nothing,” I mutter under my breath. Tank throws his knife, and it hits the dummy’s right eye. He gives me a knowing smirk, and I contemplate launching my next knife to see if I can hit that curve of his lip on the left side of his face.
Even though I can’t stand him in this moment, I grudgingly accept Tank’s advice and suck in a deep breath. I cock my arm, take aim, and laser my eyes onto the target.
Direct hit to the testicles yet again.
Fury at my own ineptitude paralyzes me for a moment. It’s how I felt when I saw Joram take a bullet, and then an image of Tank smirking at me fills my gaze. He’s not actually smirking at me right now because I’m still staring at the knife lodged firmly in the center of the dummy’s groin, but I can just imagine it.
The paralyzed feeling melts away, and I’m able to move. In a burst of frustration, my hand flies out, sweeping the entire knife case off the table beside me. It goes flying a good ten feet before the knives clatter out against the concrete flooring.
“You stupid motherfucking useless testicle-guided butter knives,” I yell at my adversaries, cringing when the echo of my own petulant tantrum is thrown back at me.
If your book was optioned for a movie, what scene would you use for the audition of the main characters?
This snippet is later on in the snippet above. This shows the interaction between Rachel and Bodie, and how he tries to keep her calm, even when she’s hysterical.
“I’m a fucking mess,” I wail loudly, and then my face is mashed into Bodie’s sweaty chest because his arms are around me. I take in a deep breath, appreciate the male sweat along with his strength for just a moment, and then pull my head back so I can speak. “My knife-throwing skills are for shit. I can only hit the nut sack, and that will put my teammates in jeopardy. Sure, a knife to the balls will drop someone, but it’s not a kill shot and sometimes I’ll need a kill shot. And Sal… he’s a douche. And I think he’s on steroids, which makes him a bigger douche, and he has no fucking right to talk about my period, which I no longer have because I’m pregnant. Knocked up. I’m going to get fat, and it’s going to fucking hurt so bad when I give birth. And Bodie… did you know that these hormones cause zits? I’m breaking out on my chin, and I haven’t had fucking acne since I was sixteen and—”
My face is mashed back into his chest with his big hand cupping my head. I feel his lips press to the top of my head, and he rocks me slightly back and forth. For a glorious few minutes, I accept his strength. I burrow into him and revel in the cocoon of his arms wrapped around me. My tears dry up, and my chest loosens slightly.
But that moment of respite fades as I take in the sounds around me. Lockers being closed, and the dull murmur of voices.
My head snaps up, and I push slightly away from Bodie to look around. There are three other people here in various stages of undress. Ice prickles down my spine as I realize… Bodie hadn’t wrapped me in a tight hug with my face pressed to his chest to comfort me. He’d tried to stop my tirade, which had included bemoaning the fact I’m pregnant even though it was supposed to be a secret.
“Jesus Christ,” I murmur, and my head drops in shame over my own stupidity. Tears form in my eyes again when I realize the cat is out of the bag, and I feel tremendously sorry for myself. That thin thread of control I had regained from Bodie’s strength is starting to slip, and I’m afraid I might scream in frustration.
My body tightens up defensively, waiting for Bodie to offer me solace again. If he does, I think it might break me completely.
Instead, I jolt and my head jerks up to look at him in surprise when he says, “You need to suck it up, Hart.”
His voice is low.
His expression is neutral without any condemnation over my tantrum.
“Excuse me?” I say through the hoarse buildup of emotion in my throat. My eyes dry up like a sponge was pressed to the corners.
“Suck up the taunts from guys like Sal,” he says in a commanding tone that’s still so low only I can hear it. “If you can’t suck it up, stay away from the locker room and gym until your hormones cool down. Or come to me. You can let it out on me. At the very least, I’ll fuck it out of you.”
Many women would be offended by his blasé, cold attitude. But honestly… it’s exactly what I needed to reorient myself.
If Bodie had touched me in sympathy or tried to comfort me again, I’d have probably gone ape shit.
He absolutely fucking knew what I needed. I needed him to tell me to be strong. Just before that, I needed him to hug me, and he knew that, too.
He gave me what I needed both times without me even asking for it.
Bodie’s fingers come under my chin, forcing me to look up at him. He steps in just slightly and murmurs, “You come to me. You got it?”
I give him a slight nod.
“I’ve got your back, Rachel,” he says softly. “Always.”
Readers should read this book….
Yes. Yes, they should. Oh wait, not a question. 🙂
I think readers will enjoy the accidental pregnancy/teammate/friends-to-lovers tropes in this book.
What are you currently working on? What are your up-coming releases?
A new year, a whole new calendar of goodies! The Wicked Horse Vegas series will continue in 2018, and I’ll be extending this series out past my normal five book mark I usually follow. I’ve also got more Cold Fury coming, and a couple standalone titles. I have some new stuff in the works for later in 2018, into 2019, but I can’t share those just yet! 😉
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Excerpt from Wicked Choice:
When we step out onto the patio, I immediately see Kynan manning the grill. He’s got on a ridiculous apron that says, “May I Suggest the Sausage?” and has a hand with the finger pointed down toward his dick.
We walk that way. While I’m not touching Rachel in any way, many are looking at us speculatively. The people out here on the patio hadn’t heard her big announcement, although I’m sure the news will make its way around quickly. Those who are looking now are the ones who saw me hugging her after she had her meltdown, and they are all wondering what the fuck is going on between us.
“I got burgers, brats, and hot dogs,” Kynan says when we reach him. He waggles his eyebrows and points at his apron. “But the sausage is to die for.”
Rachel rolls her eyes, and I’m pleased his childish reference to his dick doesn’t bother me, knowing that said dick has touched Rachel. She said it was in the past. Several years in the past as a matter of fact.
Besides, she let me fuck her at the club right in front of Kynan, and I’m smart enough to know that was her way of proving to me that she was only into me.
Rachel turns to the long table set up beside the grill that has plates and toppings for the burgers, along with bowls of chips and various salads. She fixes herself a hamburger bun with globs of mustard. She then reaches into the bowl of potato chips and grabs a handful, crunching them down on top of the mustard-covered bun.
“That’s interesting,” I tease.
“Don’t even start on me,” she mutters as she picks up the plate and holds it out toward Kynan to put a burger on. “It’s a craving thing apparently.”
“Apparently,” I say with a chuckle.
Kynan’s eyes are shining with laughter, but I’m sure he likes his sausage where it is, so he silently scoops a burger off the grill with his spatula and slides it sizzling onto the pile of chips resting on the bun.
She licks her lower lip in anticipation, but as soon as she reaches to put the top of the bun on, she goes dead still. Her face pales, and she inhales sharply through her nose, which crinkles in distaste as soon as she does it. She shoves the plate so hard back at Kynan that it tips over and the mustard-soaked bun, burger, and chips splat against his chest.
“What the fuck?” Kynan growls as he looks down at his torso, but Rachel is slapping her hand over her mouth and reeling away. She stumbles several feet toward the edge of the patio, bends over with her arms crossing her stomach, and vomits into his landscaping right on top of a prickly cactus.
Excerpts. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
Rachel Hart and Bodie Wright are nothing more than teammates. As mercenaries for hire with the elite Jameson Group, they have each other’s backs in the most dangerous of circumstances. But after a mission gone deadly wrong, Rachel does something she’s never done before. She crosses the professional line and takes comfort in Bodie’s arms.
One night of passion turns their lives upside down with a pregnancy neither of them expected, and one that Rachel was too terrified to ever want. Bodie, however, is a family man through and through, and he’s determined to raise their child alone if necessary.
The only common thread Rachel and Bodie have is their membership at The Wicked Horse, a sex club that lets them both fulfill their dirtiest fantasies with each other. As they become more intimately entwined, the strong, steady man with a heart of gold makes Rachel question everything she ever thought she knew about herself. Their wicked nights together make them so much more than teammates and Rachel is about to discover the choices she thought were the most difficult are actually the easiest ones to make.
Meet the Author:
Since the release of her debut contemporary romance novel, Off Sides, in January 2013, Sawyer Bennett has released multiple books, many of which have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestseller lists.
A reformed trial lawyer from North Carolina, Sawyer uses real life experience to create relatable, sexy stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From new adult to erotic contemporary romance, Sawyer writes something for just about everyone.
Sawyer likes her Bloody Marys strong, her martinis dirty, and her heroes a combination of the two. When not bringing fictional romance to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to a very active daughter, as well as full-time servant to her adorably naughty dogs. She believes in the good of others, and that a bad day can be cured with a great work-out, cake, or even better, both.