I'd like to welcome Crimson Romance author D'Ann Lindun. Her book,
Shot Through the Heart just came out this week. Tell us about your book.
D'Ann: When Laramie Porter’s sister-in-law Julie is beaten so badly by her husband she miscarries her baby, Laramie takes her home from the hospital. But just a few minutes after the women arrive home, Julie’s husband, who also happens to be a drug addict and the local police sheriff, shows up at the house on a murderous rampage.
He kills Julie and attempts to murder Laramie. When he doesn’t succeed, he hauls them into the mountains and throws them off a cliff. Julie’s body lands in a pond, but Laramie hits a ledge, where she perches, terrified.
Derrick Garrison is in the mountains moving his cattle when his dog finds Julie’s body in the pond. Creeped out, Derrick at first doesn’t believe his ears when he hears a girl crying for help. But he finds Laramie and pulls her to safety. Before she can tell him anything, a lightning strike starts a forest fire and they flee to a hidden valley.
Galen: Do you remember the first romance book you read? If so, who was the author? What made it stick with you?
D'Ann: I do. It was Victoria Holt. I loved the Gothic. Still do, and want to write one someday.
Galen: If you could have any other job, (not your current writing or day job) what would it be?
D'Ann: Cattle rancher. It’s a dream, always been a dream. I’ve been lucky enough to ride with my dad when he was a cowboss of a big cattle ranch, and I love it.
Galen: Where would you like to travel to if you had to research an area?
D'Ann: I wouldn’t. I don’t like to travel. I prefer to stay home. When I was a kid, I moved a lot, and when I got a home of my own, I vowed to never leave it.
Galen: What started you on the road to writing romance?
D'Ann: I fell in love with romance novels the summer before sixth grade, but I never thought about writing one until many years later when I took a how-to class at the local college. I was hooked! I began writing and never looked back. Romance appeals to me because there's just something so satisfying about writing a book guaranteed to have a happy ending. My particular favorites usually feature cowboys and the women who love them. This is probably because I draw inspiration from the area where I live, Western Colorado, with my husband of twenty-nine years and our daughter. Composites of our small farm, herd of horses, five Australian shepherds, a Queensland heeler, eight ducks and cats of every shape and color often show up in my stories!
Galen: Describe your workspace.
D'Ann: A corner of the living room. Messy desk. Some of my awards and my new covers framed, hanging on the wall in front of me. I can look out and see my flowers, and the horses in their corral, and further, the cornfields. I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.
Galen: Best and worst part of being a writer.
D'Ann: The best is bringing the characters who live in my head to life, and for other people to read them is amazing. The worst would be losing a contract after the book was published.
Galen: What are the three books you’d have if you were stranded on a deserted isle?
D'Ann: I’ve answered this a lot! Laura Kinsale’s For My Lady’s Heart. And I just reread Monica Burns’ Pleasure Me. I love those two, although they are not in my genre.
Galen: Name two blogs you read everyday.
D'Ann: One I share with four fab friends, Wordwranglers and another I also share, Inkslingers. Those ladies are amazing, gifted, talented, giving, friends.
Galen: What was the inspiration for Shot Through the Heart?
D'Ann: Louis L’Amour. I blogged about this a few days ago.
Galen: Are you a pantzer or plotter?
D'Ann: Pantser. I see a scene in my head. I figure all the particulars around it later.
Galen: What’s your favorite line from one of your books?
D'Ann: Too many to pick just one.
Galen: What do you do when you are not writing?
D'Ann: Trail ride with my daughter.
Galen: What was the best piece of advice given to you?
D'Ann: Learn grammar … from Margot Early.
Galen: Did you sell the first book you wrote?
D'Ann: Good God no. It was terrible! I love the title though, Dance the Dance.
D'Ann, thank you so much for stopping by. Want to know more about D'Ann? You can find her and more of her novels at the following links:
Here is an excerpt from Shot Through The Heart:
Finally, Lawrence stopped and dismounted at a spot in the trail wide enough for the three horses.
“Oh, God. Thank you.” Laramie was so relieved that she’d finally broken through to her brother, she almost fell off Pale. Her hands had gone so numb she feared them never working right again. But her relief turned to terror when Lawrence untied Julie and lifted her body off Dancer’s back. With no show of emotion whatsoever, he carried her to the edge of the trail.
Hefting her high, he let go.
Far below, the sound of Julie’s body crashing into the rocks reached them.
Laramie’s screams reverberated through the mountains, bouncing from peak to peak. Frantic, she fought the leather binding her to the saddle. This cannot be happening. Please, please let me wake up! Pale danced dangerously close to the edge. Her movements were going to cause Pale to fall with her, dragging Dancer and Nightmare with them. Laramie froze.
Lawrence turned and walked toward her. She shook her head from side to side. “Lawrence. You’re my big brother. You don’t want to do this.”
Like a robot, he untied her as she sobbed and begged.
As blood rushed back into her tingling hands, the pain became unbearable. She couldn’t lift them to fight back when Lawrence unloaded her from Pale. She kicked at him, but he dodged her feeble attempts and carried her toward the same place he’d dumped Julie. Tears poured down her face as Laramie twisted and kicked, but nothing seemed to faze Lawrence. “Please listen to me. Think of what this will do to your career,” Laramie begged. “This will destroy it.”
As if he couldn’t hear her, he dangled her above the clouds below. Unable to hold on, Laramie was helpless. She tried to connect with Lawrence through her eyes, but he showed no sign of emotion, no remorse.
“Don’t,” she pleaded just before he let go.