Please share a little about
yourself, your genres, any other pen names you use.
Hi, I’m
Aubrey Irons, and I write contemporary romance books. I’m a country girl at
heart, thought I’ve lived in New York City for the better part of 10 years now
with my wonderful husband and our extremely inquisitive three year old. I’ve
been a writer for some time now, though it became my full-time job about a year
ago. Before my romance novels, I wrote a
lot (and I do mean an embarrassing amount), of steamy fan-fiction type short
stories. While those are far better
left to stew in the abyss of anonymity, they were the building blocks upon
which I built my novel-writing chops. Seriously though, I’m never telling a soul about that other pen name ;).
Tell us a little about your latest
or upcoming release.
I’m here
to talk about Heat, the first book in
my Soldiers of Fortune military bad-boy romance series. Though, as of writing
this, Burn and Scorch, books two and three respectively of the series are out and
available, and I’m about halfway through writing a yet-untitled book four.
Heat tells the story of Hudson Banks, a
former Marine-turned-mercenary, who’s been saved from his dark past by a
wealthy philanthropist who saw promise in him. Raised up from and saved from
his hard-drinking, womanizing demons, Hudson now runs part of his benefactor’s
billion dollar empire after his death.
Reagan
Archer is the middle daughter of Hudson’s savior; bold, sassy, intelligent, and
on track to be the youngest ever State Senator of New York. Except her campaign
funding runs dry, and it looks like the only solution is coming from the last
person on Earth she’d ever want to take anything from. Why? Because five years
ago, that tattooed, egotistical *sshole broke her heart.
Or did he?
It’s not
fair that those smoldering, arrogant eyes and that cocky, panty-melting grin
still make her warm in places they shouldn’t, and it’s definitely not fair that five years later, she still can’t get
Hudson Banks out of her head.
So what
happens when the man who has everything comes up against the one thing he can’t
have?
Are you a mom?
I have a
three-year old daughter, so I think we can attach “monster-beneath-the-bed
tamer”, “lego-finder”, “keeper of the peanut butter”, and “visiting Queen over
for tea” to that list!
If yes do you find it hard to juggle
writing and parenting?:
Yes, and
no (what an answer!). Before I had my daughter, I’d look at a friend of mine
who’s actually a full-time professional TV writer and mother of two, and I’d
literally think of her as Superwoman. Ok, let’s amend that; I still think of her as Superwoman, but
I’ve at least got a bit more perspective into her secret methods now.
Pre-child, I’d look around the chaos of my own workspace and the fact that I
could barely remember to feed myself
two meals a day and just be amazed at
people who made that work with kids added to the equation. But, as I’m sure
many other moms can attest to, the second you hold that child in your arms for
the first time, you know it’s just going
to work. And of course, it does.
My husband
and I both work full-time, and even if my “office” is “my living room”, it was
important to both of us that we still think of it as my work-space. We have
help through a part-time service we use, but it’s still certainly a juggling
act. Pre-K starts next year, but of course by then I’ll just be missing my
little helper!
Is there a genre(s) that you’d like
to write that you haven’t tackled yet?
Shifters.
Oddly enough, most of my writer
friends write shifter (werebear, werewolf, were-dragon) romance, and I’m always amazed by it. You’ve almost got to
wear two hats when writing in that genre since you need to be both romance
writer as well as the fantasy writer. It’s not an altogether different genre
than contemporary romance, except for some slight
alterations. For instance,my hero’s “dark secret” is his broken tragic past.
The shifter hero’s “dark secret” is “surprise, I turn into a bear when I’m
angry or aroused. Notice the subtle
differences ;).
That said,
I’d love to write the genre sometime,
and I may in fact, after I finish off my current military bad-boy series.
Of all the characters you’ve ever
written, who is your favorite and why?
Honestly,
Hudson, the main character from Heat,
is my favorite. He’s just cocky
enough, just arrogant enough, and just enough of a gruff bad-boy to make
me swoon ;). I absolutely loved
writing Logan and then Javier in Burn
and Scorch, but Hudson holds a
special spot in my heart.
If this book is part of a
series…what is the next book? Any details you can share?
It is! Heat is book one of what will be the
four-book “Soldiers of Fortune” romance series. As of writing this, Burn and Scorch, books two and three respectively of the series, are out and
available, and I’m about halfway through writing a yet-untitled book four.
The series
centers around three ex-soldiers-turned mercenaries who’ve found themselves
with new lives and a fresh start at the hands of a billionaire philanthropist who
saw promise in them. Broken, angry, and tortured by their own demons, the three
have been raised up and from their dark pasts to become men of means and power
running their benefactor’s billion-dollar company.
The
heroines of the books are the three daughters of the man who saved our heroes;
bold, intelligent, and sassy women who want nothing to do with the tattooed,
cocky, rule-breaking bad boys their father saw promise in. Each pairing has a
different story and a different twist to the forbidden of their attraction; a
past romance that almost was but wasn’t, the one-night-stand that never should
have happened, the criminal and the agent meant to track him down. I’ve
honestly had the time of my life turning these characters into real people and
not just the over-the-top drama off the cover of a harlequin, and it’ll be
bitter-sweet to finish the series with this latest book.
Of course,
I’m already planning an off-shoot series ;).
Heat
A Soldiers of Fortune Romance
Aubrey Irons
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Military Romance,
New Adult Romance, Billionaire Romance,
Alpha Male, Bad-Boy
Date of Publication: 8/11/15
ASIN: B013TVO5VQ
Number of pages: 237 (kindle)
Word Count: 58,000
Cover Artist: Aubrey Irons
Book Description:
Five years ago, that cocky, egotistical a**hole played me like a fool and broke my heart.
Hudson Banks; the dominant, tattooed, womanizing, ex-Marine-turned-billionaire who runs God-knows-what at my late father’s company.
Oh, and he’s sexy as all f**k, and he damn well knows it.
He’s like a gasoline fire; a scorchingly hot disaster, and if I’m not careful, I’m going to get burned.
I’m on track to be the youngest New York State Senator ever elected; the bright, gutsy, good-girl media darling. Except my campaign funding just went dry, and it looks like the only solution is coming from the last person on Earth I’d ever want to take anything from. Oh, and it turns out bad-boy, tough-guy Hudson will be shadowing me 24/7 after he makes it clear that he’s in charge of "protecting the investment".
Yeah, just perfect; a reckless, irresistible d*ck like Hudson Banks is the last person I need being “in charge” of anything to do with me.
Especially when I still can’t forget the taste of his lips or the feeling of that massive hardness I know he’s packing between his legs. It’s not fair that he’s even hotter now than he was back then. It’s not fair that those smoldering, arrogant eyes and that cocky, panty-melting grin still make me warm in places they shouldn’t. And it’s definitely not fair that five years later, I still can’t get him out of my head.
So it looks like I’ve got two races on my hands: the one for election, and the one against the burning heat threatening to tear us both apart. But on the sprint to the finish line, what happens when the man who has everything comes up against the one thing he can’t have?
**This is a standalone, HEA novel**
Available at Amazon
Excerpt:
My heart is pounding as I slam the door shut to my room. I’m pacing the floor, the blood roaring in my ears and hot across my face as I bring one of my fingers to my lips and chew at the cuticle; a habit I’ve been trying to kick since I was a kid. Shit; I just walked in on Hudson totally naked with those absolutely insane abs, those grooved muscles of his hips and that holy-fucking-shit HUGE cock. I can feel the blush bloom hotter through my face as I think of that particular part of him again; the part that had me staring and frozen like I was under a spell of some kind. It’s the part of him that has me wetter than I’ve ever been as the mental image of it sears itself into my brain.
I’m used to living alone, but I can’t believe I just barged in through a closed bathroom door. And I stayed! Why on earth hadn’t I just turned on my heal and bolted as soon s I’d seen him, instead of staring at him and his- his cock like I was some sort of sex-starved, tongue-tied weirdo! And what was I thinking letting him get that close to me, so close that I actually felt him against my thigh like that.
‘Say the word, Reagan’
My breath comes shaking as the desire floods through me, and I stop pacing to lean my forehead against the door. I have no idea where I possibly found the ability to say no, and as I feel my pulse throbbing in my ears and between my legs, I almost wish I could go back in time and try a different answer.
“Reagan.”
The knock at my door makes me jump, makes my heart leap into my throat; “Go away, Hudson.” I croak out. It takes every ounce of my control to keep my voice level and not betray the quaver I’m trying so hard to contain; “And learn to lock the damn door!”
I can hear him growl in the hallway; “Will you just open this one and we can ta-“
“There’s nothing to talk about.” My eyes are clenched tightly, my fingers digging into my palms as I chew at my lip, not sure if I want to will him to walk away or break the door down and take me right here and now. I can hear him swear under his breath on the other side of the door and then I jump at the sound of a palm slamming flat against the doorframe.
“Damnit, Reagan, open-“
“There’s nothing to talk about, Hudson.” I saw quietly; “Just lock the door next time.”
Please don’t ask me to open this door again or I know I will, I think, chewing at my lip with my eyes closed tight. I’m so close to the edge that I know if he asks me again there’s no way I’ll be able to say no. I clench my eyes closed even tighter, feeling my body shiver with desire and feeling the heat pulsing between my legs. Please, ask me-
The door to the guest room slamming shut down the hallway makes me jump, and I let my breath out suddenly, realizing I’ve been holding it. I count to three, and then ten, and then fifty before I open my door. I poke my head out to see that the hallways is clear, before I slip out and pad barefoot to the bathroom.
It’s still steamy in here from him, though I guess he never got a chance to take a shower before I barged in. There’s a bottle of aftershave lying on the sink next to a razor, and before I can stop myself, I’m holding the bottle to my nose and smelling his scent; letting it fill my senses as the steam of the room swirls around me. His aftershave hasn’t changed, and the smell instantly has me back there, back where we came so close. His hands are on me again, pushing me against the stone behind us as he kisses me; his hardness pressing hotly against my thigh through his pants.
I blush crimson, knowing that as of seven minutes ago, I know exactly what that hardness looks like.
I shake my head to clear it as I reach to turn on the water, trying to shake him out of my thoughts. The aftershave hasn’t changed, and as much as I want to think the man who wears it has with this whole new sober, healthy, helpful and positive Hudson, I know it’s just a new facade. People don’t change, not like that.
But when I step under the hot spray of the water, he’s still in my head; all of him. And as much as I want him gone from my thoughts, as the water teases electrically over my skin, the vivid image of his rock-hard body and his big cock standing a foot away from where I stand now invade every corner of my brain. I’m wet; far wetter than I’d be just from standing under a shower head, and before I can stop it, I’m pushing my hands down over my hips and over my stomach, and sliding them lower. My fingers roll over my aching clit, making me gasp quietly as I lean my forehead against the tile wall. A moan as soft as the steam rising around me escapes my lips as I rub myself there, picturing Hudson standing hot and ripped and naked right in front of me, so close that I can feel the heat from his body, and then closer still as I feel the throbbing heat of his erection press against my thigh. I picture myself letting him go further then, instead of pushing him away like I did. His mouth is on mine, sliding down to suck one of my nipples into his mouth before he slides lower still until he’s sliding his tongue deep into my wetness as I buck against his mouth. I moan again, louder this time as I slide a finger over my entrance and push it inside. I’m squeezing my eyes shut tight, already feeling myself start to tumble as I rock my hips to grind my clit against the palm of my hand as I picture Hudson wrapping my legs around his muscled waist and sliding that big, hard-
The bathroom door slams open; “Is my toothbrush-“
“Hudson!” But its not a cry of anger or shock, or even surprise; its me crying out his name as I come. And gasping out his name as my body begins to shatter pushes me tumbling over that sweet edge as my climax explodes through me.
“I- uh-“ His voice is choked, and as I look up through the semi-frosted clear shower curtain, I see him staring at me as he backs out of the room; “Sorry.”
The door shuts, and I slump against the wall, feeling like I want to turn to liquid and let the water pelting down on top of me carry me right down the drain along with it.
It’s a frosted shower curtain, so- no, there’s no way-
The water and the steam swirl around me as I slide to my knees in the tub and curl my legs up to my chin as I rock myself. He couldn’t have; God he couldn't have.
About the Author:
Aubrey Irons enjoys writing about bold, sassy, and intelligent women and the hot, cocky, and quite typically forbidden alpha males who love and lust for them; gripping stories, happy endings, and enough heat to keep things extra steamy!
In the real world, Aubrey is kept plenty entertained by her own tattooed Marine husband, their precocious and adorable three year old, and one very ill-behaved puppy.
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