This month has flown by and here we are at the Wednesday before my fav holiday…THANKSGIVING!!! And I’m definitely giving thanks because today I have an awesome author and friend sitting in the hot seat on What to Read Wednesday!
Please help me in welcoming D’Ann Lindun who has had an amazing year with several books published and contracted. Today she’s going to talk to us about DESERT HEAT and she’s also giving away a copy to one lucky commenter…so don’t forget to leave your email address with your comment to be eligible.
Let’s get started
D’Ann, I’m so excited to have you here. Tell us about yourself in 30 words or less.
Wife of 29 years. Mother to one daughter. Horsewoman. Amateur photographer. Passionate about animal rights, especially against horse slaughter. Flower gardener. Dreams of owning a cattle ranch.
What would your favorite meal consist of?
Pizza, garden salad, Pepsi. I’m easy!
I’m easy like that too…pizza is one of my favs as well Do you prefer to read with an e-reader or to read “real” books?
Both! But if had to choose, “real” books. I like the smell!
What genre (s) do you write?
Contemporary western suspense. Contemporary westerns.
Why did you choose that particular genre?
The contemporary western is me. Who I am. I am fascinated by mystery, murder and mayhem, so I have to write it.
Deciding to see if Skeeter would like to have breakfast, Mike walked the short distance to the Spanish-styled cabins, enjoying the view along the way. The near horizon was filled with jagged red cliffs and a cactus forest. In the distance, the violet-hued Superstitions strained for the sky. Along the western edge of the property, the Salt River provided water to the citizens of Phoenix and its suburbs. Right now, Mike almost hated the sight of the slow-moving current.
Fighting off his anger, he knocked on the door of the last cabin. When no one answered, he shrugged and turned away. Then he spotted Nobody staked out a few feet from Skeeter’s cabin. Something didn’t look right. The burro’s head hung between his front legs, his ears drooped. In two quick strides, Mike was at the little animal’s side. The burro’s sleek tan flanks were drawn up tight. He obviously hadn’t been fed or watered in at least a day or two. This wasn’t like Skeeter. He loved his little companion. Something had to be wrong.
After leading the burro to an empty corral and filling the trough with cool, clean water and the feed bin with good hay, Mike went to see about Skeeter. He knocked again, listening carefully for signs of life. Hearing nothing, he took the master key out of his pocket and unlocked the door. The stench hit him first. His mind refused to believe it for a moment, but the sticky-sweet smell of something once alive, now rotting, was unmistakable. He’d come across enough dead animals in the desert to recognize the particular odor.
Digging a clean bandanna out of his pocket, Mike held it over his nose and mouth and stepped inside. In the dim light, he saw Skeeter’s bloated body in the bed. Apparently he’d fallen asleep and not awakened again. For that much at least, Mike was grateful. He scanned the room. Skeeter had been a man of simple means. Nothing personal adorned the room. No pictures, no mementoes, nothing. Turning away, Mike wondered if there was anyone alive who cared about the old prospector.
Terrific excerpt. Describe your hero through your heroine’s eyes…and yes you can quote her. lol
Mallory found Mike Malone easily. His picture on the website hadn’t done him justice. Tall, blond, well-built and wearing a bright red and white Arizona Cardinals windbreaker, he was hard to miss. She grinned as two women went by and did an obvious double take.
She approached him. “Mr. Malone?”
Oooh…I love a blond hero…they are rare What’s a favorite line from your book that you’re proud of?
All of them! Teehee!
LOL…well done answer! What makes your book stand out from others in the same genre?
I lived in this land, I rode those trails, I saw those petroglyhs.
Can you share your writing process with us?
What process? Write when I can, and when it doesn’t hurt. I have Carpal, and it sometimes is very painful to write.
Tell us the best writing advice you’ve ever received.
Laura DeVries was an Intrigue author when I started out. She told me to put my ass in the chair and write. And I have.
Did anything surprise you about the publishing process?
For years, I resisted e-books. When I signed with Crimson, I was delighted by the speed in which my books became published!
Would you give us a sneak peek into your current WIP?
Love to! This is the opening of Longshot…
Tiny. Beautiful. Remote.
Not the kind of place where women vanished into thin air.
In the last two months, a pair of teenagers, a stay-at-home mom and a waitress from the Fly Me to the Moon Saloon all vanished without a trace. Four women with no connection between them as far as anyone could tell.
Jamie English straightened her white Stetson, took a deep breath and pushed open the glass doors leading to the sheriff’s office. As the new law in town, she had a big job to do. One a lot of people thought a young woman couldn’t handle.
Especially one who left town in disgrace.
Nicely done!!! And finally, where can we find you and your book(s)?
D’Ann…I loved having you visit and learning more about you…thank you so much
Thank you for having me!!!
And don’t forget everyone, when you leave a comment you are automatically entered into a drawing to win D’Ann’s book! GOOD LUCK.