Name D’Ann Lindun
Where are you from W Colorado
A little about your self `ie your education Family life etc
Married for 34 years in August, 1 grown daughter. My husband works out of state. We have eight horses, six dogs, 10 cats and 2 ducks. I live on a corn farm that is leased out.
Fiona: Tell us your latest news?
A new release—Crashing Into Love—an anthology with six amazing writers!
Fiona: When and why did you begin writing?
I took a class at my local college with my BFF and cousin.
Fiona: When did you first consider yourself a writer?
When I finished my first manuscript.
Fiona: What inspired you to write your first book?
Fiona: Do you have a specific writing style?
Fiona: How did you come up with the title?
We brainstormed it fit. Seven stories of plane crashes and love.
Fiona: Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
Love conquers everything.
Fiona: How much of the book is realistic?
Probably not much! LOL
Fiona: Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?
In this antho? No. I’ve never known anyone who was in a plane wreck.
Fiona: What books have most influenced your life most? a mentor?
My early mentor was Margot Early, a HQ writer. Books would be For A Lady’s Heart by Laura Kinsale, This Calder Sky by Janet Daily and That Summer by Karen Robards.
Fiona: What book are you reading now?
My critique partner’s chapters.
Fiona: Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest?
Brenda Dyer is my CP. She writes vampires like none other.
Fiona: What are your current projects?
I’m working on a cowboy anthology of just my books.
Fiona: Name one entity that you feel supported you outside of family members.
I don’t understand. My CPs.
Fiona: Do you see writing as a career?
It IS my career!
Fiona: If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?
Nope! Once a book is done, it’s done. I don’t look back. I try to make the next one better.
Fiona: Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?
I fell in love with romance novels in the 6th grade, but I never thought of writing one until that class.
Fiona: Can you share a little of your current work with us?
While sitting at a 4-way stop, R.J. Hadley drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, keeping tune with Maura Whittaker’s new hit. Idly, he glanced to his left. And stared. A hot blonde in a bright yellow convertible sat next to him.
Wearing a wedding dress.
For half a second, he thought it was Shiloh Jamieson, but in a second it occurred to him she wasn’t the girl he’d loved all his life. Blonde, yes. Beautiful, yes. But not Shiloh.
Her hair a windswept mess, her veil crooked.
As she glanced his direction, he caught a flash of big blue eyes ringed with mascara.
R.J.’s gut folded up faster than a used deck of cards.
Crying women drew him like a bee to honey. Most men ran from a woman’s tears, but he’d learned at an early age that comforting a lady was a direct line into her panties. Maybe it was the fact that he’d been willing to listen, to hold, that made women like him. But they always left him, not the other way around. Starting with his own mother who took off, abandoning him and his brother when they were barely toddlers.
Fiona: Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
Marketing. I hate it.
Fiona: Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?
Too many to list, but I love Sara Walter-Ellwood, Leslie Garcia and Jennifer Lowery. Powerful storytellers, all of them.
Fiona: Do you have to travel much concerning your book(s)?
Fiona: Who designed the covers?
Kim Killon, Fiona Jade, Carey Abbott and others.
Fiona: What was the hardest part of writing your book?
Just sitting and doing it.
Fiona: Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?
Fiona: Do you have any advice for other writers?
Learn the craft! Take chances!
Fiona: Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?
Yes! Thank you for making my dreams come true by buying reading my books!
Fiona: Do you remember the first book you read?
Fiona: What makes you laugh/cry?
Fiona: Is there one person past or present you would meet and why?
Oh, zillions! Too many to list.
Fiona: What do you want written on your head stone and why?
She Cowgirled up! Because I never quit!
Fiona: Other than writing do you have any hobbies?
Taking pictures, trail riding, flower gardening.
Fiona: What TV shows/films do you enjoy watching?
Justified, Longmire, American Ninja Warrior.
Fiona: Favorite foods / Colors/ Music
Kid Rock (I’m obsessed with him)
Fiona: If you were not a writer what else would you like to have done?
A photograhpher, a journalist
Fiona: Do you have a blog/website? If so what is it?
He craves solitude to forget what a woman did to him. She needs one last chance before her career ends. Can a plane crash in the Canadian Rockies show them what really matters?
Gah! How could he sleep when the aircraft jumped up and down like it was playing hopscotch? She wanted to scream, but muffled it with her hands. No one else seemed terribly concerned, so she tried to calm herself by taking deep breaths and willing her nerves to settle down.
Just when she’d begun to relax, the plane took a sudden, wild plunge downward.
“Shit!” Teagan grabbed for the nearest thing to hold onto and found the upper arm of her seatmate. She wrapped her fingers around his bicep and held on for dear life.
He woke, scrubbed his face with both hands and glanced at her. “What’s going on?”
“I think we’re going down,” she managed through tight lips.
He raised an eyebrow. “Here?”
“We’re crashing, you idiot!”
The plane plunged and dipped again. Brooklyn screamed. Teagan might have, too. She was too scared to know for sure.
The plane seemed quieter all of a sudden.
Teagan risked a glance out her window and gasped. The propeller on her side no longer worked. The plane faltered. Tipped to its side.
“Dear God, we’re about to crash.” She moaned. “We’re all going to die.”
“Just hold onto me, honey. You’ll be all right.” Her seatmate’s calm tone soothed her a little.
When he held out his big hand, she grabbed on. How could he be so composed when she was terrified out of her mind?