Guest Post & Giveaway with Anne Calhoun

Anne Calhoun is joining us today with a fascinating guest post and a giveaway. Her most recent book, Uncommon Pleasure is out today. The blurb for Uncommon Pleasure is below.
From a “fresh and imaginative” (The Romance Studio) voice in erotic romance come the tales of two women, each daring to challenge the toughest of men…but in these edgy, heated encounters, the greatest thing she’ll risk is her heart.

In Over the Edge, after a tragic incident during Ty Hendricks’ last tour of duty he cut off all connection with anyone he cares about—until a night with Lauren Kincaid draws him reluctantly back into the world. Lauren sees a wounded man in danger of losing everything to his inner demons, but the sensual, no-holds-barred fight for Ty’s soul could cost Lauren her heart.

In All on the Line, Abby Simmons fell hard for Lieutenant Sean Winthrop, but he sacrificed their relationship when he deployed to Afghanistan. Now he’s home, full of regrets and intent on winning back the woman he never forgot. Abby gives Sean her body but holds her heart aloof, until one night of pleasure forces her to choose her U.S. Marine…or life without him, forever.


It’s the must have component of every romance novel, the chemistry that makes what’s happening between the hero and heroine special, unique to their HEA. It’s the thing we can’t explain, the reason why your heart flutters when one man walks into a room but not another, the reason why you want that man right now over anyone else. It’s intangible, related to pheromones and hormones and something we can’t define. It never lasts and always lasts, and if you can act on it, it will change your life. Lauren Kincaid, the heroine in my current release Uncommon Pleasure, has some wicked good chemistry with the hero, Ty Hendricks. Read on for a sample of that attraction!

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As the engine wound down the helicopter’s rotors lost speed, slowly thwapping at air saturated with late afternoon sunshine and humidity. Braced against the trunk of her car, Lauren Kincaid watched Ty Hendricks emerge from the helicopter. Acknowledging that he’d set off a purely physical response in her body wasn’t enough. She wanted to know why.

It could have been his hair, blond, too long, finger combed back from his face, or perhaps his eyes, dark chocolate, with spiky blond lashes. It could have been his square jaw, or the broad shoulders straining at the seams of a plain gray T-shirt as he spoke a few words to the chopper pilot, then hoisted his duffel over his shoulder and crossed the helipad.

But it wasn’t any of those things.

It was the way he walked, utter confidence in his long-legged, loose stride as he cleared the helipad and set off down the aisle between two rows of cars and trucks left by Gulf Independent Petroleum employees working offshore. He inhabited his body as if it existed only to accomplish what he set his mind to, nothing more. He didn’t dress it or accessorize it or sculpt it. He used it—hands, arms, hips, legs—and based on the torque he applied to a wrench the length of her arm to work loose a recalcitrant bolt, she had no doubt he could be unspeakably brutal if he chose.

His jeans were faded to pale sky blue and worn white at the seams from years of keeping him decent, nothing more. The T-shirt lacked ads for microbreweries or sports teams or Jesus, no funny slogans. He’d tucked it in, hooked his phone and Leatherman on a worn brown leather belt fastened with a dented silver buckle. She’d spent a lot of years in the company of men, from gruff, gravel-voiced career NCOs to PhDs who hadn’t seen daylight since Bush was president. She could tell a man’s man from a ladies’ man, knew within seconds when a guy puffed up like a rooster to hide insecurities and when an insecure front hid a sweetheart of a guy.

Ty Hendricks was no sweetheart. He’d been offshore for thirty days, and pent-up need simmered in his industrial-strength body. Lauren hadn’t felt a man’s body, hard and demanding and maybe even brutal, against hers in a very long time. Illicit desire, long-suppressed and therefore all the more potent and volatile, zinged through all the right places.

He crossed the lot, his worn brown laced-up engineer’s boots crunching gravel underfoot, and paused by the back of a crew-cab pickup to swing his duffel into the bed and head home. He had his key in the door lock before he paused, bent his head in something that looked suspiciously like resignation, then cut her a look with those melting eyes.

She’d spent four days on an oil rig with Ty. A development geologist for Gulf Independent, her two-day trip to log the hole the drilling crew just finished drilling coincided with the end of Ty’s thirty-day shift. Two bridges to clear before she could log the hole turned forty-eight hours offshore into ninety-six and gave them plenty of time together. She’d caught him watching her with those shadowed eyes often enough.

“Dead battery?” he said.

Her Lexus IS 250 had four thousand miles on it, and if the battery had died, the dealership was going to get an earful. “Nothing’s wrong with my car. Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?”

The T-shirt strained over his shoulders as he braced his elbows on the side of the truck’s bed and let his hands dangle. There was no glint of gold on his ring finger, but that didn’t mean much. Wearing any jewelry was dangerous on a rig.

His expression didn’t change. “Dinner.”

“Yes. Dinner,” she said with a small smile. “After four days of gray mystery meat and iceberg lettuce I’d kill for a decent salad.”

A breeze off the Gulf tossed his hair in his eyes, but he didn’t move. “You don’t want to have dinner with me.”

She lifted both hands to tuck a fluttering strand into the heavy knot at her nape, watched his gaze flick to her breasts, sparking a hot, tight clench low in her belly. “Actually, I do.”

He straightened, put on a pair of wraparound shades that hid his eyes. “No, you don’t.”

That wasn’t I’m in a relationship, or I’m seeing someone, or I have plans already, and his blunt statement raised her hackles. She’d grown up having the circumstances of her life—frequent moves in the middle of the school year, making friends only to leave them months later, the only place that felt like home her grandparents’ farms in Kansas—dictated by her father’s meteoric rise to general in the United States Army. Once she was in charge of her life, it was a point of pride to know what she wanted, why she wanted it, and then go after it.

“Fall’s coming,” she said, glancing up at the faded blue sky. “This is one of the last warm nights we’ll have for a while. I’m going to go home, shave my legs, and put on a dress, then I’m going to McGuigans. They have a bar on the patio and a Thai chicken salad I like. That’s where I’ll be around seven if you feel like eating something at the same time I’m going to eat something.” She was interested, not desperate, so she clicked open the locks on her Lexus and pushed away from the trunk.
“Trust me, Ty. I know exactly what I want.”

Do you remember any specific instances of chemistry? Did the relationship become a keeper, or was it a purely physical reaction? 🙂 One commentor will win a copy of Uncommon Pleasure!

BP Note: Winner will be announced March 12th. Good luck!

23 thoughts on “Guest Post & Giveaway with Anne Calhoun”

  1. Interesting scenario. Not sure about “instant attraction/ chemisty”; however, it is possible.

  2. Congrats on the release. As for chemistry, I like the trope in books, but in reality, my brain has to be engaged well before my body.

  3. Chemistry is what usually gets you to notice someone, not that it can’t develop, but it is usually that spark that starts it all:)

  4. It’s such a mystery, what creates chemistry but I know when I read a story I just never finish it if I don’t think the characters have it.

  5. Oh yes! I guess I love romance books about instant chemistry because I know that it can happen! I meet my late husband on February 2 1975 (Groundhog Day LOL), Feel in love and we were engaged 14 days later! I was blessed with 35 years together. It was a wonderful.



  7. I remembered the chemistry. However, it did frizzled so the chemistry must be a temporarily physical reaction. I did eventually found something more then just chemistry in my fiance. I’m glad I found him or maybe he found me.

  8. Cheryl Sanders

    Chemistry??? I had and still have it with the man I will celebrate my 20th wedding anniversary with this year. *smiles* It’s possible!

  9. I have not had the lasting relationship yet so I have to say it was purely physical. Waiting for the long lasting still.

  10. thanks for the great post and congrats to Anne on the new release! I totally believe! Four years ago, I met my boyfriend on a blind date. The instant I saw him I wanted to jump on him and kiss him 🙂

  11. Thanks for the opportunity to win. I had instant chemistry with my husband. We both knew we were interested and we hit it off right off the bat. We’ve been married 12 years, so I guess it worked 🙂

  12. Without the chemistry you are not going to have a great read.

    I can’t think of any specific instances. I was never struck in this way.


  13. There is something about a book with the chemistry between the characters. Can’t pinpoint it but there just is.

    You need that spark…

  14. I remember a spark when I was in high school. The cutest boy in my grade touched my hand and I felt a “zing” for the first time. Of course, he was a real d-bag, so I never even thought about doing anything about it. Chemistry is nice, but it isn’t everything. Maybe that “zing” was static electricity anyway…

  15. I’ve experienced instant chemistry, but it never lasted. Really wasn’t as good as the “zing” 🙂

  16. I believe in instant lust%attraction/chemistry but not in insta-love, that really irritates me. I believe that to love someone you have to know them in some way. Thanks for the great giveaway I’ve had my eye on this book so I’m crossing my fingers! 😉

  17. I have gone out with men just the chemistry that we shared, but after awhile we found out that we don’t have a lot of things in common.

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