Guest Post (and a Giveaway!): Sara Davison & Driven

Welcome to the Blog + Review Tour for Driven by Sara Davison, hosted by JustRead Publicity Tours! I’m delighted to have Sara on the blog today to share her favorite scenes with the hunky hero of Driven!

Title: Driven
Series: Night Guardians #3
Author: Sara Davison
Publisher: Mountain Brook Ink
Release Date: February 1, 2021
Genre: Christian Romantic Suspense

Children aren’t the only ones who can disappear.

Driven by ongoing grief and relentless dreams, Holden Kelly is determined to track down the child his brother Gage abducted eight years earlier. The kidnapping that saved Matthew Gibson’s life had cost Gage his. Proving his brother hadn’t sacrificed his life for nothing might be the only way Holden can start fully living his again. And it could be the last chance he has to find his way back to the wife he loves but who is also mired in grief and a crisis of faith.

Mikayla Grant has nightmares of her own. A road trip with private investigator Jax Rodriguez—a man she is drawn to even though his primary goal seems to be to drive her crazy—can’t be the way to heal from a terrible loss. Can it?

As Holden, Mikayla, and Jax follow the missing child’s trail from Toronto to Chicago, their mission is not as secret as they thought. Someone knows they are coming and will stop at nothing to prevent them from finding Matthew.

And to make sure that no one ever hears from the three of them again.

affiliate links used

MORE BOOKS IN THIS SERIES

Top 5 favourite scenes with Jax

by Sara Davison, author of Driven

I have a special place in my heart for all of my leading men, but Jax Rodriguez, hunky Puerto Rican-Canadian private investigator in Driven, just might top the list. Without further ado, then, here are my Top 5 favourite scenes with Jax:

Mikayla started to hold out her hand, but Jax leaned in and kissed her on one cheek and then the other. The light stubble that covered the lower half of his face brushed against her skin. “That is how we do it in my country.”

Heat crept up her neck. “And what country is that?”

“Canada.” Daniel pushed through the French doors. “Don’t let the whole fake accent, this-is-how-we-do-it-in-my-country thing fool you. Dude was born in Toronto.”

Jax didn’t flinch. He did reach out and clasp Daniel’s arm. For the first time since Daniel had introduced him to Holden, Jax’s face went serious. “I do not check out women, Daniel. Especially not the wives or family members of my closest friends. You know me well enough to know this, right?”

Daniel hesitated a couple of seconds before the tension left his shoulders. “I guess I do. I’m sorry.”

Jax squeezed his arm before letting go. “It is no problem. I understand.” He held both hands in front of himself in a check this out gesture. “I know I can be intimidating to other men.”

Daniel snorted a laugh. “Yeah, that must be it.”

Mikayla stole a glance at Jax to see if he was watching the girl, but his gaze was firmly fixed on her. She rolled her eyes.

He lifted both hands. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t do that. As they say in my country, Sin pelos en la lengua.”

Mikayla gritted her teeth. She absolutely hated when he spoke in Spanish. And hated even more that she found it incredibly attractive when he did. “What does that mean?”

“Basically, if you have something to say, say it.”

She let go and ducked out from under his arms. “You have no idea what my life has been like.” Blood crashed through her veins like white water between narrow riverbanks, and she stepped away from him and struggled to rein in a breath.

Jax slid the box off the shelf, lowered it to the floor, and rested a palm on the top of it. “You are right, I don’t. Lo siento. I’m sorry. I should not assume anything.”

She didn’t miss the unspoken words in the dark eyes that met hers. And neither should you.

“Of course, you don’t always read me perfectly.”

The sorrow cleared from Jax’s eyes as a smile played around his lips. “When have I not?’

“The other night, in the restaurant, when I said I knew what I didn’t want.”

“Ah.” He lifted her hand and pressed the back of it to his mouth. “You were not saying that you did not want to be with me?”

Tingles of electricity prickled across her skin. “Not exactly, no.”

He lowered her hand but didn’t let go of it, only rested their clasped hands on his knee. “Then you do want to be with me.”

She exhaled loudly. “I’m not saying that either.”

He studied her, the amused look in his eyes again. “Are we having a language issue, Grant?”