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Thursday, November 1, 2012

Interview with Author D'Ann Lindun


Welcome D’Ann! Please start off by telling us a little about yourself. 

I live in SW Colorado, on a small farm. I’m married for 29 years and we have one daughter. We have 12 horses, about half which have been rescued from sure slaughter. I’m passionate about horse rescue in all forms—domestic and mustangs. I love to ride in the mountains with my daughter and take pictures.

Is Desert Heat a single title, or part of a series?

Stand alone.

What were your inspirations for the story? 

I grew up spending half time in Colorado, and half in Phoenix. My parents supplied horses for two guest ranches that no longer exist. I love the desert, and hope to live there again one day.

Who are you favorite authors, book/series?

I love Anne Stuart, Sandara Brown, Laura Kinsale, Joanne Kennedy, Kat Martin.

What is your most favorite childhood memory? 

Riding with my dad. Too many times/places to list.

Do you have any hobbies or special things you like to do in your spear time? 

Ride the horses, although we didn't do as much as we’d like this year. I also love to take pictures.

Boxers, brief or commando? 

Boxers or boxer briefs.

Favorite eye color? 

Dark.

What's the strangest thing you've heard or seen?  

That list would be long. When you take greenhorns riding most of your life, you hear some stuff!




Desert Heat
by D'Ann LinDun


Mallory James doesn’t trust men. How could she when her own father abandoned her twenty-two years ago? Now, when she receives a phone call from a man claiming to have found the body of her father in the Arizona desert, Mallory has no way to find out the truth. For closure, she flies to Phoenix to claim the body.

Mike Malone has more trouble than he knows how to cope with. An environmental group, the Salt River Protection League has gotten an injunction that prevents his guest ranch from operating. Tired of the battle, his longtime girlfriend has left him, and his friends—all depending on him for their livelihood—are getting desperate. The last thing he needs is the body of desert rat, Skeeter James, in one of his vacant cabins. And Mike really doesn’t need a beautiful woman taking his mind off business.

The minute Mallory reaches the deserted guest ranch things seem odd. Mike’s friends aren’t welcoming, and one in particular, Diana, seems to want Mallory gone. A vial of gold and half a treasure map are the only legacy Skeeter leaves. Before she can have the burial, Mallory is lured into the desert, bucked off a horse sabotaged by a thorn under his saddle blanket and stalked. Although she is falling for Mike, she can’t love a man she can’t trust. At first, Mike is skeptical of Mallory’s claims, but as incidents begin to pile up, he is forced to admit someone is trying to hurt. But how can they stop what they don’t understand?






~~ Excerpt ~~

At the boulders overlooking the ranch, she dismounted and tied Zorro to a palo verde branch. She gave his neck a quick pat and turned to admire the view. Sitting back on her heels, she studied the land. No one seemed to be around on the ranch, so she lifted her face and looked into the distance. Even the brown cloud over Phoenix was less today. The Superstitions looked like rolling green hills, thanks to the rain. From here she could almost see to Mexico. She noticed Canyon Lake in the distance and where Tortilla Flat should be, but she couldn’t see it from here.

Nothing jumped out at her, so she stood and moved to the rock with the Native American drawings. Tracing her fingers over the rough surface of the rock, she didn’t see anything she knew. A stick figure looked like a man, and another figure might’ve been a horse or a mule. But she wasn’t sure. Some symbols resembled letters, but she didn’t read Apache or whatever language they were written in.

Closing her eyes, she traced the marks again.

Her fingers slid over rough granite, but nothing struck her.

Something here had drawn her back, but what? Just the mystique of the characters? No, it was more. She opened her eyes and stepped back.

Then she saw it.

The horse figure was on a trail.

Tiny scratches—hoof prints—that led nowhere.

Taking a closer look, she saw the horse stood upon a range of mountains that resembled the Superstitions. Heart racing, she turned and searched the horizon directly across from her. Yes, the exact location. Turning back, she searched the rock for another landmark. A single mark might’ve been Weaver’s Needle. She peered into the horizon, trying to remember if Mike had pointed that way. Yes.

One by one, she found other landmarks.

This boulder was an American Indian map.

It exactly matched the map Skeeter had.

Stepping back, she squatted down and drew the same map in the sand. The hoofprints were the missing clue. A short way across, they stopped. She nearly pressed her nose into the rock, trying to see where they led, but couldn’t find the rest. Time or the weather had worn them off. Certain the missing mine was there, she continued to stare at the stone until her head ached. Mixed emotions filled her. Elation that Skeeter had been right warred with sadness that he hadn’t succeeded. Tears filled her eyes and fell down her cheeks and she made no move to wipe them away. She cried for her father, for herself.

She hadn’t vindicated him yet. She still didn’t know where the mine was.

Mike would.

Almost running, she untied Zorro and jumped on him.



~~ About the Author ~~

Falling in love with romance novels the summer before sixth grade, D’Ann Lindun never thought about writing one until many years later when she took a how-to class at her local college. She was hooked! She began writing and never looked back. Romance appeals to her because there's just something so satisfying about writing a book guaranteed to have a happy ending. D’Ann’s particular favorites usually feature cowboys and the women who love them. This is probably because she draws inspiration from the area where she lives, Western Colorado, her husband of twenty-nine years and their daughter. Composites of their small farm, herd of horses, five Australian shepherds, a Queensland heeler, eight ducks and cats of every shape and color often show up in her stories!



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12 comments:

  1. Had to stop by to check out the interview and read the excerpt. Great interview, ladies. :)

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  2. Thanks for having me here today!!!

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  3. Great interview D'Ann goodluck with this book and all future ones. Hugs.

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  4. Enjoyed the interview and the excerpt!

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  5. This is such a good book! Good interview, too, ladies...

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  6. Great interview, nice one ladies. Fabulous book though :)

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  7. Wonderful interview and excerpt D'Ann! Congrats on your releases :)

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  8. Note to self - if go riding with D'Ann - keep mouth shut :-)
    Great interview and excerpt.

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  9. love this excerpt, D'Ann! And I wanna go riding with you!!!

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  10. I want to go riding with you too! Great interview!

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  11. Great interview, ladies! I'd love to go riding in the mountains with you!!

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  12. Except for all the really hard work involved, it sounds like a great life. I'm thinking the reason you can pop out quality books like a rabbit is because of your very strong work ethics.

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