Fiona’s Fury
Roxy Blue
Publication date: March 12th 2024
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense
This chilling but hysterically sardonic thrill-ride is hard to put down. Smart, sexy, and deeply revelatory, it will send you on an enthralling emotional journey you won’t forget.
Fiona Turner, CEO of Fiona’s Flowers floral shop, hasn’t the time nor inclination to bother with men until she finally meets the face on the other end of the phone. Having remained friends, she never suspected her ex-husband, Quade, would morph into a terrifying, controlling, law-bending monster. When Fiona exhibits the first signs of wanting to move on in life, he threatens to take everything from her. A long weekend at a conference answers all of Fiona’s questions about floral supplier, Bo Thompson, except how she can possibly have him. She’ll never know what she’s missing unless she risks everything for love.
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Excerpt:
By the time I was released from this afternoon’s harrowing therapy session, I felt so bedraggled that I almost forgot about my looming phone date with the master of orchids. There’s something about Bo’s down-home personality that calms me to no end, and I can hardly contain a slight, crooked smile as I dial the all-hours order line he gave me. “Big Bo here,” he answers in his deep, husky voice. “Fiona Turner here,” I respond with a hint of tease. “Well...hello there Fiona Turner. I was about startin to wonder when my favorite midwestern gal was gonna call me up for some orchid action this spring.” I don’t realize that I’m giggling like a schoolgirl, until I happen to wheel my chair around and catch a glimpse of my grinning reflection in the ornately framed mirror hanging above my grandmother’s turn-of-the-century English bureau. “I guess I just couldn’t resist any longer.” No sooner than the words leave my lips, I hear the thunderous rumble of Bo’s bassey chuckle welling up on the other end of the line. “Rumor has it I’m pretty hard to resist,” he grinds out in his best bedroom voice, which may be the very best there is. Anywhere. I’m a busy woman, too busy according to everyone I know, and I really have no time for this ridiculous song and dance every time I order from Bo. But then, I don’t do it often...and it humors me at some primal level of simmering womanhood I haven’t felt in decades. Well, barring those few weekends I spent with The Beast. But that doesn’t count...in the eyes of the Lord. “So,” I clear my throat in an attempt to redirect our conversation toward productivity, “what have you got for me this time?” Did I just say something suggestive, again? “Well now, lemme tell you all about that. I have got the biggest...most impressive...most gigantic...most unbelievable...blossom selection I’ve ever had to date.” I’m almost doubled over in hysterics as Bo continues. “I mean I’ve got more different colors of everything than you can shake a stick at this year. Whatta you want darlin? Anything you want, I’ve got it for you. Right here right now.” I notice that I’m fixating on a vision of what Bo might look like. I truly believe I’ve never met any human being like him in my life, and it’s impossible not to wonder. “For now, I’ll take ten flats of the purple orchids and twenty flats of the white,” I reply, once I manage to reinstate minimal composure. “Aw, this time of year...those’ll sell out in no time.” “You’re probably right, but if they do...I’ll just have to call you up and order some more.” I know I’m flirting now, against my better judgment, but I don’t see any other way out of this situation. And anyway, what harm could it do with a guy I’ve never met and never will?
Author Bio:
Raised in the South and transplanted to a midwestern New Age community, Roxy Blue writes about the types of down-to-earth characters that dispel the notion of romance being rubbish. After thirteen years as an exotic dancer, she developed a rare autoimmune arthritis that gave her an excuse to settle down and focus more on writing, although she still hoopdances and hikes on the good days. Roxy lives in Asheville, NC with the kind of hunk she likes to read about, and their two ridiculous cats.
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