Red Hot Reunion with Beth Hale

Beth Hale

Give us the one to two sentence tagline for your book.

When their entire relationship is a lie, how can their love be real?

What surprised you the most while writing this book?

How much of myself I could see in Hope.

Why did you pick the setting you used for your book?

I wanted to make the hero a Texas fireman.

What is the sexiest trait of your hero(s)?

Flynn’s total acceptance of Hope: how she is, who she is, without any desire to change her.

What is your favorite scene/moment in your book?

When Hope stands up to Brittany.

What scene did you have to cut but wish could have been included?

I had a longer scene of the confrontation, but decided to cut it because I wanted the story to be more about self-reflection and growth instead of more bullying.

Tropes get a bad name, but they’re often the biggest draw for readers. What tropes do you love to write and read?

I love to read and write small town, friends to lovers, and ugly duckling.

What are your favorite genres/sub-genres to write in? Are there any you love to read but cannot write in?

I absolutely love historical romance, but can’t write it. I don’t have the patience for that kind of research.

Which do you love to write best: dialogue, setting, action, love scenes, or other?

I love writing dialogue best. That part flows for me.

Which do you hate to write: dialogue, setting, action, love scenes, or other?

Action. I struggle with getting those scenes right.

An Excerpt from Red Hot Reunion

After spending a few sleepless hours tossing and turning, Hope slapped off her alarm and threw back the tangled sheets.

The kiss bothered her.

She didn’t understand why he had made the move. She didn’t understand why she craved more than a kiss.

Hope grimaced as she rode the elevator down to the gym. Yes, she did. Flynn Eaves was smart and sexy—just the type of man she was drawn to.

Unfortunately, that type of man just wasn’t drawn to her.

Hope’s feet pounded out a rhythm as she began her laps around the track. Five Finger Death Punch spilled from her ear buds, but her inner demons drowned out the music.

She wasn’t pretty enough. She wasn’t successful enough. She just wasn’t enough to attract a man like Flynn.

Tears of frustration burned Hope’s eyes. She knew better—logically. But logic and her deep-seated self worth issues warred inside her daily and, more often than not, logic lost the battle.
She felt movement on her right and eased over to allow the other runner more room. Her eyes automatically shifted to see who was beside her, and she found herself staring at Flynn’s profile.

Hope stumbled, lost her balance, and toppled like a tree. The hot rush of pain made the tears overflow.

“Damn it,” she hissed between clenched teeth as she ripped away her ear buds.

Flynn stopped and dropped beside her. “Let me see,” he demanded. “Where does it hurt?”
Hope pointed wordlessly to her left ankle.

He ran gentle hands along her foot, fingers probing, and nodded in sympathy when Hope winced.

“Sprained ankle,” he told her. “You’ll need to take it easy for a few days. I’m sorry I startled you; this is all my fault.” He cocked his head and grinned at the loud music pouring from her iPod. “Wash It All Away, huh? I figured you for a Merle Haggard kind of girl.”

The frustration, pain, and hopelessness she felt pooled together and took the form of anger. She had an uncontrollable desire to laugh and cry and scream and curse. It all came out on a heaving, sobbing breath as she tried, and failed, to hold on to her temper.

“I happen to like Mama Tried too,” Hope spat as she punched the pause button. “And you’re right,” she continued as she pulled away and tried to stand. “It is all your fault.”

Flynn caught her as she stumbled. “Careful.”

“I was being careful and then you showed up. Why are you here? How did you get the entry code for the gym?”

Taken aback by the venom in her voice, he tried a grin. “You told me you set your alarm for seven every day for gym time. I thought I’d join you this morning. I saw a guy leaving and he held the door for me when I told him I was meeting you.”

With their entire relationship a lie, how can their love be real?

Hope is determined to show everyone at her ten-year reunion how she’s changed from a poor, fat girl to a slim, successful business owner.

There’s only one snag: she’s single, and to the mean girls at her high school, that’s worse than being fat.

Her solution: Attend the hot-fireman auction and buy herself a date.

She never dreamed the sexiest fireman there would be a former classmate.

For a favor in return, Flynn agrees to be her pretend boyfriend, and thus begins a fake romance so red-hot it burns like a wild fire.

Beth Hale writes about what she knows: strong women and the men who love them. She twines believable characters, realistic circumstances, and heart-felt emotions together to create sassy, sexy contemporary romances. She draws inspiration from the everyday life problems we all face and expands them into vivid, interesting, hard-to-put-down stories.

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