Relationship Fingerprints: Zack & Sloane from COME HELL OR HIGH DESIRE

By Misty Dietz

Big flying tackle hug to my fellow Entangled sister, Sarah Ballance, for having me on today!

Sarah here: *does cartwheels until tackled by Misty, at which point we’re now on the ground in a somewhat awkward and totally celebratory heap* … Misty, take it back! 🙂

Misty: Every couple has a fingerprint—something unique that distinguishes their relationship from any other. I never really thought about this until I began plotting Zack and Sloane’s story. First I started with the individuals—what makes them tick, what their strengths and weaknesses are. Then I brought them together to try to create an original, nuanced relationship. For inspiration, I thought about several couples I know and tried to pin-point what I loved about their relationship fingerprint.

This was actually a super fun activity because you start to appreciate the diversity of the people you surround yourself with. For example, my parents inspire me with their spontaneity. Ever since I can remember, my mom and dad have been completely comfortable doing the unexpected and the unplanned. This could be as basic as dashing out to a new restaurant after the soup is already boiling on the stove (it’ll keep!), or as adventurous as waking up on a Saturday morning and deciding to go on a cross country trip and booking airline tickets for a flight that would be leaving a couple of hours later.

Other inspiring couple fingerprints: Holly and Scotty are committed to health and fitness; Corey and Dana are hilarious and fun; Brandon and Hollynd are warmly affectionate; Steve and Tiff are adventurous and playful; and Joel and Sher are cultured and wonderful conversationalists. I enjoy all of these couples for different reasons, and isn’t that fantastic?

So, Zack and Sloane…what’s their relationship fingerprint? There are definitely a few, but I’d say the primary one is actionable, fearless connection and loyalty—their mutual compulsion to listen to and fight for each other. A them-against-the-world mentality that puts each other first. In the book, Zack is willing to lay his life down for Sloane, and really, isn’t that one of the truest definitions of love?

I could go on, but I suppose I should stop before I give away the whole book! So now I’d like to know: tell us about one of your favorite couples. What’s their relationship fingerprint?

At the end of my blog tour we’ll be drawing the name of two commenters from all of the blogs to gift not one, but two fantastic prize winners. See below for details, and thanks for being here! xo, misty 😉

Come Hell or High Desire

Torn between dangerous desires…

Framed for a series of brutal murders, rebel-turned-CEO Zack Goldman must go to ground. When he discovers that sexy boutique owner Sloane Swift has a shocking gift—terrifying visions that connect her to his mentor’s missing daughter—he can’t believe her refusal to help him. Nor can he believe he’s actually falling for the frustrating woman.

Their chemistry will either find its perfect equation…

Helping an accused killer ranks low on Sloane’s to-do list, no matter how hot the attraction burns between them. But putting to rest her overwhelming guilt over the missing girl’s fate proves more difficult than she ever imagined…that is, until her heart and conscience begin to align.

…or detonate everything in its path.

As the real killer locks in on Sloane, Zack will stop at nothing to keep her safe. And as they earn each other’s trust—with danger in hot pursuit—they may just lose their hearts in the process…

Come Hell or High Desire | Excerpt

Her fingernails suddenly raked at her skull. “Lord! I almost forgot. We have to go back to Ann’s. She has a diary!”

He swerved into an empty parking lot and swiveled to face her, blood pounding in his ears. “What are you talking about?”

“Ann keeps a diary. We have to find it.”

“You’re just telling me this now? You should have goddamn said something right away!”

“Don’t you dare curse at me like that, you seismic jackass!”

He had to get out. He flung the truck door open and strode onto the cracked asphalt. Her door slammed shut moments later, and within seconds she was wagging a finger in his face. “And don’t you walk away from me, either!”

“Then don’t be such a damn shrew.”

Color flooded over her cheekbones seconds before she punched him in the gut. Hard. An ancient fire lit up his nerve circuits and adrenaline had him widening his stance. His heart gunned.

His groin tightened.

And she was still shrill.

“I’m not a shrew! How am I supposed to act in a situation like this? You think I’m enjoying this? I hate it! But unfortunately I have a conscience which would haunt me for the rest of my life if I don’t follow this through until we have some answers. You came to me and wanted to rule out the church first. Then with everything that happened, I forgot about the diary until right now. That clear enough for you, you—”

Clear enough, honey.

He vised her head between his palms and kissed her. He hadn’t meant to, but the moment her mouth opened to his, he was lost. Not breaking contact with her mouth, he wrapped one arm around her, his hand splaying across her ass, locking her hips against him. Her hands were in his hair, her hips grinding, driving him crazy. They feasted on each other’s mouth, tongues dueling, daring, seeking. He felt her fingers between their bodies, slipping underneath the waistband of his jeans, pulling at the hem of his shirt. Her fingernail scraped his abs and he groaned. She leaned away from his mouth, her eyes dead sexy. Liquid brown. He was gonna—

A car horn blew, jerking him back to life. Back to the parking lot. He looked over to see a man in a black minivan at a stoplight giving them the thumbs up. He honked twice more, waved, and drove on.

Sloane burst into a fit of laughter that quickly dissolved into tears.

And that clinched it. He’d woken up this morning in some creepy-assed Twilight Zone.

About Misty Dietz

Misty’s love affair with words started in middle school when she penned dark stories set in exotic locales she knew nothing about. In college, her boy-angst spilled over into disturbing reams of poetry. After grad school, real life hit, and the writing went into hibernation until she found her own happily-ever-after with an ultra linear man who is the long-suffering counter-balance to her zig-zagging tendencies. Now, she spends her days writing emotionally complex, adrenaline-fueled stories, teaching Zumba, and praying her children don’t come home with math homework.


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