They’re brothers in arms, Navy SEALS risking their lives for their country . . . and the women they love.
This is Luke Harding’s story.
Six months in a desert hellhole taught Navy SEAL Luke Harding things he never wanted to learn about life and death. Only tender memories of the beautiful brunette he met a few weeks before his deployment helped get him through the torturous days and nights. Back in the States after a perilous rescue, physically and emotionally damaged, Luke’s about to plunge into a new kind of war. In a seemingly bucolic Idaho town, Sally Duncan faces real—and unpredictable—danger.
All Sally ever wanted was a safe place to raise her nine-year-old daughter. Her identity hidden behind a façade of secrets and lies, can she trust Luke—a man she barely knows—with the truth? Even as they give in to long-denied passion, a killer with a personal vendetta is setting an ambush that will leave them praying for a miracle and fighting for the future they may not live to see.
Screaming wasn’t really Sally’s style. The best she could do at the moment was crawl out of the reach of the enraged lunatic and hope he came to his senses.
“Go ahead. Touch her again and see what happens.” The suggestion, coming from the darkness behind Emmett’s vehicle and delivered with steel-edged composure, took her completely by surprise.
Sally swung toward the new player, forgetting Emmett for the moment. The voice was all too familiar, stirring unwelcome memories. Eyes watering from Emmett’s blow, she squinted to see the man standing in the darkness just beyond her yard.
“Luke?” Sally staggered to her feet, clenching her teeth against the sick feeling that swirled in her stomach.
It couldn’t be him. Not the man she’d fallen hard for before he deployed with his SEAL unit over a year ago. Not the man who’d refused to see her when she hurried to the hospital in Bethesda after hearing he’d been rescued from a terrorist prison. Rushing to his side because she’d thought they meant something to each other, she’d quickly learned the truth of the matter. His disregard had let her know, in no uncertain terms, that the feelings had been one-sided. That man had no reason—or right—to show up at her door.
Sally searched the shadows near the street, where the voice had originated. When she finally made out his silhouette, her breath caught in her throat.
Luke didn’t spare her a glance.
“Who the hell are you?” Emmett turned to face him.
“Does it matter?” Luke’s words contained a dangerous warning that Sally had never heard before.
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The Importance of a Writer’s Peeps ~
Many, many years ago, when I first realized I wanted to be an author, I signed up for a class on how to write a book and get it published at the local community college. I don’t recall the instructor’s name, but I soon learned this nice lady had indeed written and self-published a book. This was back in the days when the only way to self-publish was through a vanity press—the original pay-to-play publishing. The class was a total bust, unless you count the fact that this very well-meaning instructor now had a captive audience to which she could sell copies of her book.
On the final night of the class, one of the other students sent around a sign-up sheet for anyone interested in starting a writer’s group. I didn’t know any of those people, and being a confirmed introvert, joining groups of strangers wasn’t high on my to-do list. Not to mention I had yet to put one solitary word down on paper. Who was I to call myself a writer? Nevertheless, something made me put my name and phone number on the sheet when it went by.
A week or so went by and I received a call from the lady who’d started the sign-up sheet. She’d gotten six people in all, counting herself, and everyone was getting together for dinner and to discuss what we wanted to do next. To make a long story short, that was the beginning of nearly twenty-five years of friendship with that group of strangers. We went through a lot together—a birth, a divorce, a marriage and friends gradually moving away. Through it all, we laughed and cried, shared our writing with honest critique and kept in touch.
I miss those weekly, sometimes monthly, dinner meetings and catching up on each other’s life events, but my friends are only a phone call or an email away. That’s the best part of this electronic age we live in. The people who mean the most don’t have to live next door. My critique partner lives in Michigan, thousands of miles from my home in Oregon, and I think for at least six months out of the year she’s buried under an avalanche of snow! Lol. I’m going to go visit her some day—in the summertime!
I have an on-line group of friends now as well. We have a ‘secret’ Facebook group that’s our safe place. We can ask any question, rant about whatever is foremost on our minds, share risqué memes (shh…) and get help simply by mentioning a need. They’re my friends. Someone used the term ‘village’ the other day in a blog I read, and that fits too.
I also started a street team, a mix of authors, aspiring authors and readers. We have some fun and get to know each other while promoting my books. Some members participate rarely, and that’s okay, but others are there all the time, through the ups and downs, the slow times and the busy book release times like now. I can’t put into words how much those people mean to me, but if you check out the dedication for Heart of a SEAL, you’ll see me give it a try.
So, that’s it in a nutshell—a rather wordy nutshell! A writer’s peeps are priceless.
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Dixie Lee Brown lives and writes in Central Oregon, inspired by gorgeous scenery and at least three hundred sunny days a year. Having moved from South Dakota as a child to Washington, Montana and then to Oregon, she feels at home in the west. She resides with two dogs and a cat, who are currently all the responsibility she can handle. Dixie works fulltime as a bookkeeper. When she's not writing or working, she loves to read, enjoys movies, and if it were possible, she’d spend all of her time at the beach. She is also the author of the Trust No One romantic suspense series, published by Avon Impulse.
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