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In the Spotlight: D’Ann Lindun

by on December 2, 2012

In the Spotlight: D’Ann Lindun

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http://dlindunauthor.blogspot.com/

Newest Release: Vaquero

http://www.bookstrand.com/vaquero

When Cordero Ybarra and Aspen O’Hare meet, there is an immediate attraction. But he holds his secrets close, refusing to open up about the night racial prejudice almost killed him.

Aspen refuses to trust Cord—or any man. She’s been abandoned one too many times. When another woman lies and says Cord wouldn’t take responsibility for a child they created together, Aspen believes Cord is a deadbeat just like her father. It is only after she uncovers the truth that Aspen realizes Cord is nothing like the men who’ve deserted her before.

When an immigrant worker is hanged by the same two crazies who branded him, Cord sees the truth. The shame he’s carried about being the victim of a hate crime is going to cost him the woman he loves if he can’t let go of his past.

 

The Biz:

How many books do you currently have published? Four. Three from Crimson Romance—Wild Horses, Shot Through the Heart and Desert Heat. Vaquero, from Siren-Bookstrand.

Do you have anything in progress right now? Always! I’m working on three—the story of a small town sheriff and an FBI agent on the trail of a serial killer. A couple trying to get back together after the stillbirth of their baby, and another suspense featuring a SAR member and a mercenary.

What is your favorite type of Hero/Heroine to write about? Cowboys or lawmen and the women strong enough for them.

What genre do you prefer to write? Contemporary western suspense.

What is the hardest part of writing for you? Finding time. I work retail PT and have a farm full of animals that always seem to suck up my time.

Advice for aspiring and new writers? Don’t quit and don’t give up! It took me more than 20 years and 200+ rejections before I got the call.

Do you use photo’s for visual inspiration when creating your characters, or just your imagination? My imagination is wild enough. I can see my characters fine!

Who did you dedicate your first book to? My daughter. She’s my rock.

How do you come up with inspiration for your books? I see or hear something that triggers a story for me.

The Random:

Are you Male, or Female? Female

What would we find in your fridge if you were to do an episode of MTV Cribs? I don’t know what that is, but the usual—condiments, pop, lunch meat, cheese, leftovers…

What’s your favorite color? Green!

What’s your astrological sign? Cancer

Elevator, Escalator, Stairs? I wish I were a health nut by saying this, but its stairs, and I’m not.

Coffee, Tea, Soda? All, but if I had to choose, soda, Pepsi

Favorite Movie? I never can remember just one. I love movies like crazy. I guess if I had to pick only one, it’d be The Outlaw Josey Wales.

What song is on your iPod/Mp3/Stereo right now?

The CD I have in the computer is Susan Boyle’s Someone to Watch Over Me.

Favorite Rainy Day activity? Odd as it sounds, ride horses. Or nap.

Favorite Book? For My Lady’s Heart—Laura Kinsale.

The Good Stuff:

If you had to pick one item to bring to the bedroom with you what would it be?  A pop. To rehydrate.

What is your guiltiest pleasure? Are we talking kinky stuff here cause I’m kind of vanilla.

Boxers, Briefs, Boxer Briefs, Commando? Boxers.

Single and Loving it, Happily Taken? Happily taken. This will be my 30th anniversary coming up.

Congratulations!

Tall Dark and Handsome or Playful Funny and Sexy? Tall, dark, mysterious and handsome.

Biker, Musician, Artist, Construction Worker or CEO? You left off cowboy.

You make a very valid point, and I will see to that omission promptly. We wouldn’t want to forget anyone.

Here is an excerpt from Vaquero

She abruptly pulled out of his embrace and fastened her dress back together. “I need to get back. Daddy will be looking for me.”

Swallowing his disappointment, Cord said, “I’ll walk you back, chica.”

Her eyes were hard, or maybe it was just the moonlight playing tricks on him. “Chica? Don’t call me that. And you can’t tell anyone what happened between us. This was a mistake. I’ll see you around.” Before he could react, she vanished out the door.

“I’ll see you around.”Had she really just said that? He found his shirt on the floor and, after jerking it on, left the bunkhouse, slamming the door behind him. She teased him, got him hard as hell, then vanished? What the fuck had just happened here?

Just a few feet into the dark, someone stepped in front of him. In no mood to talk, Cord started to push by when the other man grabbed his arm. “You too good to talk to me, Mex?”

Buford LaDelle. Cord sighed. What was the guy’s problem with him? “No, just tired.”

“Worn out from work, or something else?”

Cord jerked his arm away from the bigger man’s grip. “Not that I feel like sharing my business with you, but yeah, I’m beat from roping all day.”

Another man moved out of the shadows. Buford grinned at him. “I think he’s worn out from that little joyride he just gave Shayla. How ’bout you, Spike? Think that’s it?”

“Yeah, I think that’s it,” Spike agreed.

Buford got so close Cord could smell the alcohol on the other man’s breath. “That it, Mex?”

“Get lost.” Cord moved to step around Buford, and the bigger man slugged him. Hard. In the stomach. Not expecting it, he doubled over, fighting to catch his breath. Before he could suck in enough air, one of the men slipped a lariat over his head, pulling it tight against his neck. The other one grabbed his wrists and bound them with a slick leather strap, a rein maybe.

What the hell? It was one thing to have a fistfight over a girl—all guys did it—but he’d never been attacked in the dark and roped like a wild steer before. Cord struggled, and the rope around his neck tightened until he feared passing out. Stars danced in front of his eyes, and his ears felt like they had cotton stuffed in them. He tried to speak, and his voice came out in a hoarse growl. “Let me go.”

Buford chuckled. “Not until you learn your lesson, son. I don’t know how things are done back where you come from, but around here, illegals don’t fuck our women.”

“I didn’t—” The rope dug into his neck, cutting off his words. He was as American as they were, the crazy bastards.

Like a prisoner being dragged to the gallows, Cord was hauled toward the corrals. Every time he tried to speak, one of them jerked the rope around his neck, making it impossible for him to call for help. At the branding pens, Buford yanked Cord up tight against one of the corral posts, securing him like a trussed hog. His nose pressed against the rough cedar pole. He turned his face so his cheek rubbed it instead. Spike pulled Cord’s hands around the pole and tied them, rendering him helpless.

“What now?” Spike asked.

Buford held up something that flashed in the dim moonlight. A knife. “I say we geld him. Cut off his nuts and feed them to him.”

The buddy chuckled. “Good plan. That’ll teach him not to go between the legs of decent white women.”

Cord struggled against the rope binding him until it cut into his neck. Warmth trickled down his neck, and he knew it had to be blood. They were only trying to scare him. No one in his right mind would do something so crazy.

Buford crowded up behind Cord, pinning him even tighter to the fence, and reached around and unbuckled his jeans. They slid down over his hips and thighs. He stood tied, half naked, his jeans and shorts pooling around the tops of his boots, as they discussed what to do next.

“We’re gonna need another couple of ropes to hold his legs apart,” the buddy said helpfully. “I’ll go get ’em. But you’re gonna have to do the cuttin’ ’cause I ain’t touchin’ no other man’s dick or balls.”

Buford considered that, turning the knife in his hands. “Yeah, you got a point about that. I ain’t no queer. But we gotta do something to teach this boy a lesson.”

Cord twisted his hands, desperate to get free, but the tie they’d used tightened with every move. He couldn’t catch a deep breath. Sweat beaded on his forehead and ran down his back. The joke had gone far enough. “Turn me loose and I won’t kick your ass,” he demanded in a harsh whisper.

“Oh my God.” A woman’s voice. Shayla. Out of the corner of his eye, Cord saw her take in the scene. Horror filled her voice. “What are you doing? This isn’t Deliverance. Let him go right now.”

A rough laugh rumbled out of Buford. “Not a chance. Your daddy told us to take care of the problem, and we have it handled.”

“I never agreed to this,” she said stubbornly. “Pull up his pants and turn him loose.”

“We’re just scaring him a little.” Buford’s tone changed to vicious, and he stepped toward her with his fist closed. “Now get on out of here.”

She turned and fled.

Find more about D’Ann here:

http://dlindunauthor.blogspot.com/

http://www.facebook.com/DLindunAuthor

D’Ann has several other books available on Amazon:

Desert Heat

Shot Through the Heart

Wild Horses

 

 

Thank you D’Ann for bringing your books by!

Don’t forget to Live, Laugh, and Love like today is your only chance~Lori

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23 Comments
  1. Wow, scary excerpt. Thanks for sharing…and for the encouraging words about continuing to pursue your dream, congrats and good luck with the release.

  2. Hmm… I prefer Tall, Dark, Handsom, Playful, Funny AND Sexy. No “Or’s” about it! 😉

  3. shawnlpn1 permalink

    This was a fun interview! Gotta love that cover!

    • D'Ann Lindun permalink

      Thanks, Shawn! I love my cover, too!

  4. Fun questions here on this interview nice one!! I really do love the sound of Vaqeuro D’Ann and am super impressed at all the work you turn out PLUS all the other stuff you do. Mental note to myself — JFDI lol!

    • D'Ann Lindun permalink

      Thanks, Cait! Just get ready, it’s coming your way!

  5. Wonderful interview. Loved the excerpt.

  6. Love the question and answer!

    • D'Ann Lindun permalink

      Thanks, Sharon! It was fun!

  7. jerridrennen permalink

    Great interview and excerpt, D’Ann!

    • D'Ann Lindun permalink

      Thanks so much, Jerri!

  8. lizkflaherty permalink

    Great interview and excerpt. I wish I could work on one, but I just can’t manage it.

    • D'Ann Lindun permalink

      Hi, Liz. Work on one what? Hehehehehe…

  9. Congrats, D’Ann, on managing to write along with such a busy work schedule. Commendable self-discipline!

  10. Jennifer Lowery permalink

    Love D’Ann’s books!!! This one is my absolute favorite of all!!! A must read for anyone who hasn’t picked it up! You will so fall in love with the hero 🙂 Congrats on the releases, D~!! Keep ’em coming!

    • D'Ann Lindun permalink

      Thanks, Jenn! That’s so nice!

  11. D’Ann, I love your interviews.
    Also, love Outlaw Josy Wales.
    Congratulations on all of your success.

  12. Nikki Lynn Barrett permalink

    Working on THREE? I used to do that…but I thought if I worked on one at a time, I’d get done faster and polish it up. 🙂 Well regardless, keep em’ coming because I want more! 🙂

    • D'Ann Lindun permalink

      Yes, it’s faster. I jump around to stay fresh! Thanks for commenting!

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