Tell us about yourself, Dawn.
I am the mother of three grown children, and in less than two months I will be a grandma for the first time. Ilive in a very rural part of Michigan on five acres of land in a century old farmhouse which is always under renovation of some sort. If I'm not writing, reading or working for promotions, you can find me in the kitchen cooking and baking.
Which appears first when contemplating a new project: A character, the plot and/or the title?
For me, it may sound odd, but the characters' names. I have to have just the right name to fit the person. I'll spend hours if not days thinking of the perfect name.
What’s the hardest part of a novel for you to write: Beginning, middle and/or end? Why?
The beginning. You have to have THAT scene to catch the readers creativity and attention.
Writing sex/romantic scenes can be a challenge for some authors. Do you find it difficult? If yes, how do you compensate? If no, where do you draw your inspiration?
No, I don't find writing sex scenes difficult. Just close your eyes, imagine it and let your fingers and mind guide you. Some books have more description while others leave more to the readers' imaginations.
Who is your favourite character, which you’ve created? And why?
My favorite is Brynn Saunders in When We Meet Again. So much of her is me and I have a close connection and attachment with her personality. Sometimes it was hard to write her scenes when dealing with abuse and neglect.
Just for fun–
What is your favourite colour(s)?
Pink, it's very positive and makes me smile
Which do you prefer a great hero or a great villain?
Great villian, someone you can hate.
What is your favourite movie? And why?
Breakfast Club because everyone can relate to one of the characters in real life or from high school. It's a classic movie no matter what age you are.
If you could be anyone in the world who would it be? And why?
Myself. Not to sound conceited but I am proud of myself, who I have become and my career.
Where do you see your writing career in the next five to ten years?
I'm hoping for at least sixcc releases per week until then with the hopes of becoming a full-fledged promotions company owner.
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On Her Own
Rand Bartlett, tall, dark and a loner, is not a man to be reckoned with – but tell that to Darci Hart. According to Rand , Darci would try the patience of a saint. After a one-night stand, Darci finds herself pregnant. Rand, a loner, wants to marry Darci, but she has other plans – and they don’t include Rand. Despite all of Darci's attempts to keep Rand out of the picture, his persistence pays off. It's a love-hate relationship that keeps Rand and Darci on their toes.
The bulk of a man filled the doorway of the Women’s Clinic. His appearance here was odd enough but his sullen mood drew the most attention. Everyone in the room knew he held onto his anger by a thin thread.
“Where is she,” he demanded of no one in particular.
Thelma knew the routine. It wouldn't be the first time a jealous lover showed up to see a woman at the doctor's office. The other three patients in the waiting room stared open mouthed, waiting to see what he would do next.
Staring from one patient to the next and not seeing whom he was searching for, the massive man stormed over to the reception desk. “Where is she,” he demanded to know.
“She’s not here,” Thelma replied, sliding the protective glass window shut.
“Yes, she is,” he yelled, glaring through the pane.
The man glanced behind the window and to his immediate left, noticing the door to the back. The man strode over to the door, pounding on it and yelling, “Dammit, Darci, where are you?”
The three patients left one at a time, quickly making a hasty exit into the lobby of the medical building.
“Darci, come out here now,” the man bellowed.
Thelma opened the glass window and yelled, “Stop that right now!”
“Then let me talk to Darci.”
“I cannot and will not disturb the doctors and their patients,” Thelma snapped, crossing her plump arms on her overflowing bosom.
“I want to see her now,” he said, as he started pounding on the hallway door again and calling Darci’s name.
* * * *
“What is all that commotion,” Dr. Elias Kincaid asked, setting his pen down on Darci’s chart. “I’ll be right back.”
Darci wasn’t sure what was going on until the doctor opened the door and heard the hollering of her name through the medical office.
“Oh, God,” she exasperated and put her face in her hands. “Why me?” Every time he yelled her name, she shuddered and wrapped the paper gown a little tighter around her body, hoping this was all a dream.
“Dammit,” she muttered. No, it was real.
Before she had a chance to get off the padded exam table, the door to the room flung open and there he stood.
Rand Bartlett. Angry man. Hostile male. Looking for a fight. Looking for her.
His chest rose and fell in a rapid pace, revealing his anxiety and his temper. Black hair gleamed in the unnatural office lighting, and his dark eyes were brilliant but full of fury. However that was part of the appeal, at least to her. The man's sex appeal seeped from every pore, calling her like a siren's song. His presence alone made Darci’s heart race under normal circumstances, and this was anything but normal. His hulking form made the room feel much smaller than usual.
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Thank you for your time, Dawn. It was great to meet you. Your novel sounds wonderful. I wish you the very best!