Please help me welcome author Dixie Lee Brown to the blog today 🙂 Dixie is sitting in the hot seat getting ready to answer a few questions os that we can all get to know her a little better. We’re also going to get some first hand tidbits on her release RESCUED BY THE RANGER!
Afterward, don’t forget to enter her giveaway 🙂
Let’s get started!
Thanks so much for inviting me to be on your blog today. I’ll get right to your questions.
Awesome. I’m so glad to have you here Dixie! Tell us one thing you love, one thing you fear, and one thing you wish.
Love: I love my dogs. I have a Maltese named Kaycee and a Maltese-cross named Reba. They are amazing!
Fear: If I can only name one thing, I’ll have to say snakes! Awful! As a kid, I had nightmares about snakes.
Wish: My wish would be that there wasn’t so much hate in the world.
Love your answers. What’s the last thing you cooked?
Bacon, eggs, and French toast. I love breakfast!
What’s your favorite holiday and why?
I’m a big fan of summer, so when Memorial Day rolls around, I get excited. Summer is on its way along with all the activities that people do: camping, fishing, hiking, gardening. The list goes on and on.
What’s under your bed?
Besides the dust bunnies? I have four of those thin plastic containers filled with off-season clothes and old purses. I think it’s written somewhere that you’re not allowed to get rid of old purses, right?
At what point in your life did you decide that being an author was no longer going to be a dream but an ambition you were going to turn into a reality? 🙂
About five years ago, I read the Twilight saga. I was so caught up in the story and the characters, I didn’t want it to end. For months afterward I couldn’t shake the feeling of being in that alternate world. I’d always wanted to write, but now I wanted to write a story that would draw people in and make them want to stay. So I went for it, and with each story I get a little closer to my goal.
Describe your writing space.
A recliner in the living room, my laptop on my lap, and one of my dogs sleeping on the leg rest. It’s not as convenient or comfortable as I’d like, but I’ve tried a desk with an adjustable chair and other more traditional arrangements, and none seem to work for me.
What makes your book stand out from others in the same genre?
My readers have come to expect page-turning action in my books. My editor never lets me forget it either!
Which scene in this book was your favorite to write and why?
While writing this book, I felt such a connection between the hero, Garrett, and his brother Luke. I don’t want to give away any spoilers here, so this answer will be purposely vague. At one point, Garrett is captured and left to die. When Luke finds him, he refuses to leave even though staying puts his life in danger as well. The scene between them is very heartwarming, touching, and made up of moments that only brothers could share.
What would YOU like your readers to know about your books or you in general?
All of my books so far honor the military hero. Everyday men and women whose lives have been changed by their unselfish service to our country. No “thank you” could ever be enough. I write about them because of my deep admiration and high regard for what they do. My heroes aren’t “bad boys”. I like to think of them as good guys with bad-boy skills and human foibles. If you share my appreciation, you’ll enjoy RESCUED BY THE RANGER.
Will you share the first sentence in your book?
A faint whine from the shotgun seat jerked Garrett’s attention back to the narrow road hugging the side of a steep mountain in the middle-of-fucking-nowhere, Idaho.
Would you give us a little peek into what you’re working on next?
I’m currently working on another romantic suspense, a sequel to RESCUED BY THE RANGER, which brings Garrett’s brother Luke (a Navy SEAL) home from an Afghan POW camp. He’s hoping it’s not too late to make things right between him and Sally Duncan, the sexy brunette he met before he deployed. But the aftermath of his captivity and the fact that he rejected her in the hospital when he returned to the states aren’t the only obstacles in their way. Sally has secrets of her own. Hers could get them killed.
RANDOM FUN: Finish this sentence.
My toothbrush is well-used and a little ragged around the edges.
When I’m alone in the car I’m usually “writing” my next scene in my head.
My favorite ice cream is chocolate chip cookie dough.
When I was a child I dreamed about growing up to be a singer. (No, I can’t carry a tune in a wash bucket!)
The most fun I had this summer was a recent girl’s trip to the beach with two wonderful friends.
If I could live my life in any television series, I’d choose to live in Hot in Cleveland. (This was hard! I don’t watch much TV.)
That was fun! Again, thanks for having me. Maybe some of your readers would leave comments and tell me which television series they’d want to live in!
Protecting those in trouble is what Army Ranger Garrett Harding does best. But after helping a feisty redhead toss a couple of losers from her Idaho bar, the woman is anything but grateful for his assistance—in fact, she seems to know him. Worse, she almost certainly hates him.
The only thing Rachel Maguire wants is to send this smart-mouthed, muscled military man packing. She knows Garrett has his own reasons for staying, so when he offers Rachel a deal—two days to prove his worth or he leaves—she reluctantly agrees. Despite wanting to loathe him, Rachel finds herself drawn to his quiet confidence…and the way he fills out a t-shirt.
But when Rachel receives a phone call from the past, everything changes. The stalker who destroyed her life ten years ago is closing in once more. Refusing to put anyone else in harm’s way, Rachel hits the road hoping to lure danger away from those she loves. But Garrett won’t leave this sexy spitfire to face her stalker alone. He’ll do anything to protect her. Even if it means risking his life—and his heart.
A wave of anger hit Garrett hard as he watched the red-haired woman school her expression into patient nonchalance, yet she couldn’t hide the fury that burned in those green eyes. Garrett, taking his cue from her, forced a smile and shifted his weight to one of the barstools. “Huh! They just left the place unlocked?” He stared directly at the kid. “Seems reckless. Any slimy piece of riffraff could wander in and sit himself down.” A faint smile crossed quickly over Rachel’s face, but apparently the idiot beside her was too stupid to take offense. Garrett would have to try harder.
The kid leaned back in his chair, and a black scowl twisted his features. “I won’t be tellin’ ya again to clear out. A fella stickin’ his nose in around these parts is askin’ for a beatin’ . . . or worse.”
Garrett’s gaze shifted to Rachel as she slowly lifted her eyes to his. She studied him curiously for a second before the slimeball squeezed her hand cruelly and she bit her lip, muffling a small sound. The tautness of her body and the determined set of her jaw telegraphed her intention ahead of her movement, and Garrett started toward them seconds before she jumped to her feet, sending her chair flying backward. Rachel fisted her right hand and flung a haymaker at the punk’s nose. Obviously quicker than he looked, the kid saw it coming and easily caught her wrist, yanking her arm behind her back. With one foot, he pulled the closest chair into position and forced her to sit, then turned to face Garrett with a make-my-day smirk on his face. Clearly enjoying himself now, he twisted Rachel’s arm higher, bending her over the table, and a cry escaped her this time. “As I was sayin’, it’s time for you to go.”
Garrett held his ground. The woman’s eyes still flashed with fire, but fear seemed noticeably absent, if the instinct to knock the kid on his ass was any indication. Maybe they were a couple and this was their idea of Saturday-afternoon foreplay. Damn. He hated getting involved in family matters, but he’d never been able to abide violence against women.
A deep breath later, he’d committed himself to what was likely to follow. “Thanks for the warning, but I think I’ll hang around for a while. Unless you want to let this pretty little bartender here sell me a drink.”
The guy took a step toward the edge of the table, still grasping Rachel’s wrist. “Hey! You hard of hearin’ or somethin’? You’ve got two seconds to git back on the road or I’m gonna kick your ass.”
Garrett laughed, then let his forced humor fade as he squared his stance. “You can try if you want.”
The guy roared like a wounded rhinoceros, released the woman’s wrist, and lurched around the table toward Garrett. Rachel didn’t waste a second. She darted away from the table, vaulted over the top of the bar, and dropped out of sight on the other side.
Garrett braced for the lunatic’s clumsy attack, but with three strides still separating them, he heard the distinctive sound of a Winchester lever-action rifle. The charging bull in front of him obviously recognized the sound as well.
He skidded to a stop and threw his hands in the air. “Now, Rachel, baby. You don’t wanna do that.”
“I sure as hell do, you sorry excuse for a single-celled amoeba. I told you if you ever laid a hand on me, I’d kill you, and I meant it.” Rachel’s voice was silky smooth and hard-edged.