Happy Tuesday readers. Today I'm proud to be a stop on Dawn Luedecke's blog tour. Not only has Dawn agreed to answer a few questions but she has brought us not one, but two books to fall in love with.
Welcome Dawn, tell me three words that describe yourself starting with A, B, and C.
Artistic, Blonde, Charismatic
What are your three favorite things?
Reading, Outdoors, Family
A. What for you is the best part of writing?
B. What is the worst?
The best part of writing is being about to disappear into a world in my own imagination. I love reading, but when I write I get to create the world. The worst is the keeping up with the ever-changing rules of writing fiction.
Is there a process you stick to, or do you just write as it hits you?
I write as it hits me, but I also have basic formats that I follow. One of which was a class my chapter did on the components needed to infuse emotion into writing. I take the outline from the lesson and rearrange it to best fit my story.
Was there any particular inspiration for your characters or story?
In my Montana Girl stories, my inspiration is my sisters. I come from a large family and all of my sisters are such characters that they make perfect heorines.
What a great compliment to them! Now let's hear about those books.
Here are the first two books in my Montana Girl series, To Tame a Montana Heart and Big Sky Brazen.
Running from a past of privilege, deceit, and danger, Travis Simms is ready to settle down. What better place to forget all he left behind than the quiet little Montana town of Lolo Hot Springs? His goal is clear — build a hotel and his own destiny without complications —until one of the town’s most troublesome women captures his attention.
Dusty Larson is hell bent on independence, helping her sister run the Triple D Ranch. She can do anything a man can, and do it better, so she certainly doesn’t need one in her life. The only problem is she seems to attract bad luck and danger...and Travis. Can he tame her wild ways and keep his bachelor status intact — or does he risk losing his heart?
She watched him with care. “I don’t know if I love you. I like you, a lot, but I don’t have
the slightest idea what love feels like.”
Travis’ smile grew slowly across his face. “I understand. I’m not sure if I love you or not, but I
also don’t think I could live without you. So you will always have that.” His voice was almost a whisper
when he said the last.
“Truly?” Her voice cracked and she had to force herself to breathe easy.
She inclined her head and took two brisk steps toward him. She leaned over and kissed him with all
the fever of a thousand fires. He reached up and intertwined his hand through her hair to hold her
still as he plundered her mouth.
She released him with a shaky breath and jumped back to turn on her heels. “Put something
nice on. I’ll be back with a preacher man.”
“You know, I heard you only have to say ‘I marry you’ three times and then you’re hitched.”
She threw him a sassy look and slammed the door shut.
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After discovering her horses missing, DeEtte hunts the man who stole them, only to discover things aren't as they seem. Her adventures lead to Bozeman where she joins up with a cattle drive north - a lawless place run by a cattle baron society. John, the man who stole her horses and broke her heart, trails after her. Many difficulties arise that prevent him from wooing the headstrong woman -- from two timing outlaws, to deadly secrets, and finally to DeEttes ability to find trouble in any situation. John needs to settle his score with a man from Texas, protect DeEtte from not only outlaws but also determined suitors, and convince her trust him enough to marry. Can he clear his name and keep her from running head first into a range war and possible death?
“So what are you in for, doll?” The woman in the corner with lemon-yellow hair, asked. “Did ya kill
someone?” A raspy, harsh cackle followed. The malicious sound of the yellow-haired woman’s laugh
convinced DeEtte that this particular whore had stopped caring long ago.
DeEtte’s eyelashes rose and she looked at the scantily dressed women in the corner. She took a deep
breath and watched the two with a blank face, although her insides were bubbling like a spring from a
“Yep,” she said and pursed her lips. She tilted her head to the side and stared at the women with what she
hoped was the hollow eyes of a cold-blooded killer.
Without the slightest hint of surprise, the blond responded, “How’d you do it?”
The prostitute motioned to the woman beside her. “Rosie here stabbed the yellow-bellied sidewinder
when she finally had enough of his right hook, didn’t you, Rosie.” The blonde looked at the other woman,
leaned back on her cot, and turned back to DeEtte. “I helped hide the body, but damned if they didn’t catch
us just as we dumped him in the river.” She chuckled to herself. “His body may be cold, but his soul is burnin' in hell, and that’s the truth of it…ain’t it, Rosie.”
The talkative woman rose to her feet, took two steps toward DeEtte, and held out her hand. “Name’s
Mona. Did you take over Rosie’s job at the Last Chance?”
DeEtte grasped Mona’s rough, callused hands and nodded. She noticed the slight tremor as she shook it
hard. She may talk as if she doesn't care, but she’s deeply affected by her lifestyle choice.
“So, who’d you kill?” Mona asked as she returned to her seat.
Rosie’s lips curved in a snarl. “Probably a john, like we did.”
DeEtte tried to bring a curious glint to her eyes, like she’d seen in a few unsavory characters in the past,
and hoped it worked to convince the women. “Na, I killed my sister.”
The occupants in the small cell grew silent as they studied her face.
The look on Mona’s face told of her emotions, from skepticism to acceptance, as clear as the mirror
hanging above the saloon’s countertop. Mona sized her up, eyeing her, then lifted her head and kicked the
corners of her mouth up in a smile. “What she do, steal your man?”
“Nope. She stole my boots,” DeEtte lied.
DeEtte sat on the cot opposite the women and stretched her feet out on the floor. When she leaned
back again against the wall, her breasts strained against the tight red fabric of her low-cut silk dress.
“You kilt your sister ’cause she stole your boots?” Rosie repeated. Her tone sounded curious, but without
“Yep.” DeEtte looked up at the ceiling, dirty from years of filth and dust.
Without giving an explanation, she let the silence grow. Both women watched her, waiting and
wondering, by the looks on their faces.
DeEtte wanted the women to remember her as the mysterious murdering madam, suspicious to everyone.
A cold-blooded killer. However, she just couldn’t take it anymore. Exhaling forcibly, she sat up and stared into the eyes of the prostitutes to begin the tale of how she’d killed her older sister.
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A country girl born and bred, Dawn Luedecke has spent most of her life surrounded by horses, country folk, and the wild terrain of Nevada, Idaho and Montana. As a child she would spend many afternoons reading books, watching western classics, and Rogers and Hammerstein movies. When she grew up she decided to leave the quiet country life for a chance to find adventure by serving a successful tour in the United States Coast Guard. During that time she found her soul mate (and alpha male) and started a family and writing career. She enjoys writing historical and paranormal romance and spends as much time as she can working on her current manuscript. For more information visit www.dawnluedecke.com.
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