Greetings readers, today, sitting opposite me is none other than sexy hunk, multi-millionaire, dreamy, Ryan Walsh. He is the lead character in Lynn Burke's novel Susceptible to Him. I have to tell you guys, this is a must read! Don't believe me? Meet Ryan...
What attracted you to Lia in the first place was her profile in an online dating site. I believe you signed up only to, ehm, get laid, but after meeting Lia do you think there’s any chance of really having a connection with someone you meet online?
Never thought finding a real relationship online was possible until I saw Lia – and begged her to stay and have dinner with me. I don’t beg. Ever. Damn glad I did.
You drive a Maserati, you can go anywhere you want, get any girl you want… you did, until you met Lia. Why the sudden change? What’s so special about her?Lia is grounded. Has the family I dreamed of – supportive, loving, and for the most part, encouraging. She’s selfless and honest, which are rare traits these days.
Do you believe people can change?
I like to think people can, but it doesn’t happen too often.
In your experience what is the best way to apologize to a girl?
Honestly admitting your fault or blame. It always helps to let a woman know how much she means to you, how you’re nothing without her. Chocolate and flowers are always a nice touch, too.
Lia has 3 brothers – are you looking forward to meeting them or are you a little scared?
Scared shitless. I’m a big brother myself, and while I was never close with my sister, I would have killed for her.
I have to ask: a certain part of your anatomy is called Old Boy… why? *grin*
I really have no clue. I’ve always made up nicknames for people, and that one came out of my
mouth one night in college. Just stuck.
Last but not least, in this blog I invite readers to dream, so tell us, what’s your dream:
Marry Lia Risso. Make babies, or have fun trying, and finally have a family of my own, one I can be proud of.
Teenage adult wet dream
Lia is my adult wet dream personified. The long, dark hair, pale skin, doe-like brown eyes,
curves rather than rail thin…oh shit, yeah.
-Naughtiest thing you’ve done
Cozumel, Mexico. One night involved a bottle of tequila and three beautiful woman who didn’t speak a lick of English.
-Something you’d like to try
Sky diving. Scares the shit out of me, but I’d do it for the massive rush.
Boxers or briefs
Depends on what I’m wearing, but I prefer boxers.
-coffee or tea
Coffee. Come on. I live in Boston where there’s a Dunks on every corner.
- your favorite wine
Expensive and red.
- Your favorite cologne
It’s cheap, but I love Arden for Men Sandalwood.
Susceptible to Him
A Risso Family Novella
Lia Risso walked in on her fiancé and three other women on Valentine’s Day. Two celibate years later, her roommate creates a profile for Lia on a dating website—without her knowledge—and sets up a date. On Valentine’s Day.
Ryan Walsh, a self-made millionaire and libertine, refuses to commit to any one woman. Tossed from foster home to foster home as a child, Ryan is on guard against becoming vulnerable ever again.
One dinner…one night of dancing and flirting with the attraction between them, puts both Lia and Ryan in danger of heart break.
They have a choice—open themselves to the possibility of hurt or walk away, never knowing what might have been.
About Lynn Burke:
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
Her current work, the Risso Family Novellas, revolves around four siblings from Boston’s North End.
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~~~ Excerpt ~~~
My nerve endings stirred as the subtle scent of sandalwood wafted across the table time and again. What man used sandalwood-scented soap anymore? By the cut of his suit and the Rolex on his wrist, Ryan Walsh had money. And plenty of it. Why no expensive cologne? The chick-lure nectar of the gods his type bathed in?
He grinned again, and heat filled the empty place only Mr. Pink had seen orstroked in two years. Ryan’s attention drifted to my lips and lingered as our waiter took his time pouring our wine.
I forced myself to breathe as my treasonous nipples pebbled, begging for attention.
Damnation. I do not want this.
He was too friggin’ sexy for his own good. And by his suggestive grin and the twinkle in his eyes, he knew it too.
“Are you ready to order, Lia?” Ryan asked, his focus staying on my face instead of dipping downward like most men’s did.
Praying my voice didn’t betray my arousal, I turned my attention the waiter. “I’ll have the shrimp Fra Diavlo.”
“And for you, sir?”
Ryan spouted off a few words in Italian, never once breaking eye contact with me.
My lips twitched. Papa would be impressed.
When the waiter ambled away, a smile—a real smile, not the cocky, you-know-you-want-me ones he
had offered until then—revealed straight, white teeth. “So.”
His low voice caressed my ears, and I pressed my thighs together. Thank God I hadn’t shaved. No doubt he had little trouble getting women into his bed. Or their bed. Or against a wall.