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.
Blurb
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?
Excerpt
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.
“Truly.”
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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Blurb
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?
Excerpt
“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
mountainside.
“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
real emotion.
“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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Biography
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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