Scarred By Meghyn King, Meet the Character, and Giveaway

I got me another character for an interview today and Oh, my god, how much I love her! And let me say one thing a moment. I do understand Scarlett. A lot. You know that girl in school who looked like a toothpick? Yes, the one whose only curves she had were her bones? And you know how that girl turned into a beautiful woman, willowy and graceful? Yeh, well, I was that girl. Only, I didn’t become that woman. Still got bones sticking out from me, and I have the grace of a starved wild boar. All this to say that I understand the mocking (I was called a salty sardine more than once), and the payback she gives to Ethan (as long as I have a bra with breasts already in it, I can rock a skirt just fine).

The story is Scarred By Meghyn King, a Contemporary romance. 

Synopsis.

Scarlett Prescott wasn’t always confident in her curves. Growing up in a small town where she’d been mocked and taunted for the way she looked left her with plenty of hidden scars. She fled Ponchatoula, Louisiana, within days of graduation and found herself somewhere along the way. Her worth would never be defined by someone else again.

When her sister’s wedding drags Scarlett back to town, her former bully-turned-police officer pulls her over just past the town line. Gorgeous and enigmatic, Ethan Antonelli has definitely grown up in all the right, and unexpected, ways. He might not be the same bully, but Scarlett still takes fierce pleasure in showing him one night worth of everything he missed out on.

What Scarlett doesn’t expect is the slow blossoming feelings as Ethan showers her in that small-town chivalry and romance she’d spent her teen years longing for. His heart belongs to Ponchatoula, and hers isn’t going to make leaving when the wedding is over easy.

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Scarred-Meghyn-King-ebook/dp/B07DX38NYM/

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And here’s Scarlet! Hi, And thank you for being here. Let’s start from your name. 

Hi, And thank you for being here. Let’s start from your name. 

Scarlett Rose Prescott. Scarlett because of the red tuft of hair I was born with, or at least, that’s what my momma says.

Have you ever had a nickname?

Where do I start? My most common nickname is Scar though. Kind of apt, if you think about the shit I’ve been through.

Profession.

I’m a financial planner. I know what you’re thinking. Who goes to a financial planner these days? Men with lots of cash, that’s who.

Are you happy about your life?

Hell yeah. I’ve got an amazing job, a hot, curvy body that men want (and could even have until a hot cop came along), and an amazing family. What more could a lil’ lady like me ask for?

Have you ever thought your life would be made into a book?

If I say ‘yes, because I have an amazing life story’, would that make me sound cocky? If my romance story wets your knickers, ladies and gents, read away!

What would you change about yourself?

Nothing. I’m sexy, right down to the curves. If someone doesn’t like the way I look? Too bad, so sad.

Which talent would you like to have?

I always wanted to sing, but let me tell you something. I am many things, but I am NOT a singer. I could wake up more people than the cocks in the morning. And they aren’t even the nice cocks I’m talking about, if you know what I mean 😉

The quality you most like in a man.

Is this a G-rated interview? If it is, sorry! I already went way past that. But I’ll try be good…mostly. I like a man’s body. I’m not going to be ashamed to say it. I like a man who can use his body in all the most delicious ways. A man who can work my body in a way that’ll make me forget my name. But other than that? He’s gotta be charming. Kind. I don’t put up with any of this mean bullshit.

On what occasions do you lie?

When I need to protect the ones I love, or maybe when I need to protect the ones I don’t like from my momma’s wrath. No one should be in the firing line of that, not even the people I despise. When Momma is on a warpath, heaven or hell won’t stop her.

If you were to die and come back as a person or thing, what would you like to be?

A man. I mean, they can do things and not be judged like women are. Wanna have sex with a hundred women? You lothario, you! You try do that as a woman, you’re suddenly a slut with a capital S.

What kind of impression do you make on people when they first meet you? Is that accurate?

Depends on the person. I’m a lot to take on, very upfront and loud. I don’t like attention, but I don’t put up with bullshit either. I have a lot to say about certain things, and some people can’t handle that. Some people can’t handle that, which I’ve come to accept. Not everyone is going to like you for who you are.

What are you most afraid of?

Rejection. If you tell anyone I said this, I’ll deny it. But I’m afraid of rejection. I’m like every human on Earth, I just want to be accepted for who I am. I just want people to let me live my life without sticking their nose in my business and criticizing me for something I do that’s none of their darn business.

What would you change about Ethan?

Ah, Ethan Antonelli. Watch those panties, ladies, because his smile will make you drop them faster than Jason Mamoa. He’s charming, sweet, but too nice. He’s polite, and sometimes too polite. He’s got the patience of an angel, and when he’s dealing with me, I probably wouldn’t change that. But when he’s with others? Some people deserve more than he’s politeness. Just saying.

What do you like about him?

He deals with me, handles me real well, in all the right ways, if you know what I mean. He’s romantic too, I gotta say that’s a huge positive. Charming, sweet. The kind of man you’d see in one of those old-fashioned romance books. Never knew they existed in real life. Color me surprised.

Your obituary would be …

Well this is morbid. I’m not going to die. I’m going to live forever 😉

What would you do if:

someone tried to blackmail you. How easy or difficult would it be? 


I’d cut off their balls. I mean, if they were a male. Female, I’d probably just kick her between the legs. I don’t put up with bullshit anymore and no one is going to blackmail me.

You wake up to find a poisonous spider on your pillow next to his/ her head.

When you live in Louisiana, you can’t be afraid of dangerous animals. I’d rise and get the fuc—creature out of my apartment.

You wake up in a room and bed you don’t recognize.

What would I do? Oh honey, that happens more regularly than you think. Or at least it did before I returned to Ponchatoula and started this thing with Ethan.

A natural disaster traps you on your way to an important destination.

Depends on the important destination and why I’m going there. But when there’s a natural disaster, there’s nothing you can do. It’s best not to risk your or anyone else’s lives.

What bill do you hate paying the most?

Every bill. Wouldn’t life be so much nicer without bills? Am I right? But then, I’d probably be out of a job because who needs a financial planner when you don’t have bills to pay?

Up early or sleep in?

Sleep in. Those who get up early are monsters. Clearly the lack of sleep ins did that to them.

Is marriage outdated?

Why does this have to be a yes or no question? If ya’ll wanna get married, go for it! If ya’ll don’t, that’s your choice. Let adults make their own decisions.

Strangest place where you’ve brushed your teeth?

I brush my teeth in the shower. Apparently, that’s weird to Ethan. Eh. I’ve always done it that way.

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Ponchatoula wasn’t home to her anymore. It hadn’t been for a very long time. The only thing that she considered home was her family.

She put her foot down on the accelerator, taking a corner a little too fast. She was over the speed limit, but Scarlett had always had a heavy foot when it came to her Mustangs. As soon as she heard the siren, though, she cursed and glanced in the rearview mirror, and sure enough, there was a cop following her, red and blue lights flashing. She cursed again, calling the cop a few unrepeatable names as she pulled the car over to the side of the road.

She wondered if she could talk herself out of a ticket. She’d never had much luck before, but Louisiana cops were different from those in New York.

What the hell. I’m going to at least try.

Scarlett tugged at her low-cut top so her breasts popped out of it more visibly and glanced in the mirror again, patting her lipstick to make sure it was still on point.

A knock on her window made her jump in surprise. The cop was quick, she’d give them that.

She tapped on the button that made the window slide down, and dank, humid air filled the car. Ugh, she hated this heat. Lips curling into a smile, she shaded her eyes from the glaring sun with her hand as she blinked up at the tall man standing beside the Mustang—and what she saw made her mouth water. Tall didn’t even begin to describe the cop, who was built like a brickhouse. His arms were thick with muscles, his chest hard as a rock, with the black uniform pulled tightly across his pecs.

It was only when he leaned over that she got a good look at him, and her breath stuttered in her chest. His familiar face caused memories to crash into the forefront of her mind, tormenting her of a time she thought she’d forgotten. He was older, but there was no mistaking who the strong jawline, soulful brown eyes, and straight nose belonged to.

Ethan.

She knew the moment he recognized her. His stern face softened in surprise, and he stared at her with wide eyes and parted lips.

“Scarlett?”

His voice was deeper than she remembered, and her body reacted to it with a shiver of pleasure that ran along her spine. It was a reaction she didn’t want or expect.

She pushed down the shock and smiled, flipping her wavy hair away from her face. She was fine, she told herself. Sure, this was the guy she used to like in high school, and sure, he was so much more handsome than she could have ever imagined. But she was fine.

“Ethan Antonelli,” she greeted him, flashing a large, toothy grin. “You’re a policeman, now?”

That was the last job she ever imagined Ethan doing.

Ethan cocked his head, and crouched so he wasn’t leaning over her window anymore. He didn’t say much at first, and she thought she’d truly left him speechless. She had already begun to come up with reasons to leave, including never wanting to see her tormenter again, but then he finally spoke.

“You were doing sixty-five in a fifty zone.” There was an edge to his voice, a warning to listen carefully and that he wasn’t messing around.

“Oh dear. Was I?” She glanced backward, as though she might have accidently missed a speed-limit sign. “I must have completely missed the limit.”

Ethan’s brows rose, and his lips curled in amusement.


PicAbout the Author

Meghyn King was born in a small Australian town where sugar cane burned hot and the working mills smelled sweet. Growing up in Ayr, Queensland, didn’t give her many options in friends, but she preferred to create her own anyway. Through the multiple stories she began to write as a child, her characters ranged in age, ethnicity, and gender, with one common attribute with each story: it involved a romance.

She writes with a cat for company and music for inspiration. You’ll often find her lost in her imagination, surfacing only for food and a good conversation.

On Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/meghynking

Website:  http://www.meghynking.com


Giveaway

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