Blurb:
When Carolina Castillo’s once vivacious mother becomes ill, she gives up her singing dreams and comes home to Savannah. She’d do anything for her Mamá, even work at Fitzgerald House for the family she should have been part of. She’d even steal.
Carolina’s decisions make perfect sense until she comes up against the immovable rock that is gorgeous FBI agent Sage Cornell. The honorable cop sees the world in black-and-white. He would never understand the difficult choices she’s had to make, the secrets she’s been forced to keep close. And he could never love a woman like her. Or could he?
Excerpt:
A woman with gorgeous black hair had her head down on her arms. Beyond her was a small bench. Sage passed behind her, not wanting to disturb her nap.
Shoving her chair back, she slammed it into him. He went down like a roped calf.
“Oh, my God!” the woman cried.
His head rang. Pain stabbed behind his eyes.
“Are you okay?” She snatched his hand, trying to pull him to his feet.
“Wait.” He would fall over or faint if he moved too soon. “Wait.”
She crouched next to him. “I didn’t mean to knock you down.”
“S’okay.” He took deep breaths. “I just need…”
“What? How can I help?”
He tried to get his feet under him but stumbled.
“Let me.” She supported his elbow.
He clawed his way to his feet and finally looked at the woman who’d knocked him down like he was a bowling pin.
She was beautiful. Her dark blue eyes looked almost black and her skin was a luscious golden-olive color. And her hair? Black, curly and long enough to play peekaboo with her breasts. He swiped at his chin to make sure he wasn’t drooling.
“I’m so sorry.” She led him to the chair she’d abandoned. “I wasn’t paying any attention.”
“I thought you were sleeping.” A shard of pain slammed into him. He grasped his head and couldn’t contain the groan.
“You hurt your head.” Her fingers explored his skull.
The bump she was going to find was old, but her touch was cool and soothing.
“Is this the spot?” she asked.
“Yeah, but you didn’t cause it.” He swallowed back the nausea that always accompanied his headaches. “I was hurt a—” he couldn’t remember how long ago he’d been hurt “—while ago. I get headaches.”
“So does my mother.” She kneaded his shoulders, working her fingers up the tendons of his neck. “Does this help?”
“Yes.” He groaned. “That’s…good.”
Nan, thanks so much for stopping by. How did you get started writing?
In high school, we were required to write journals and hand them in. I never thought of myself as a writer, that was my mother and sister, but my teacher liked my writing and encouraged me to do more. I didn’t think much about it, but then my college freshman writing professor had us do a creative writing project. I wrote a story on fairies. She read it aloud to the class and encouraged me to publish the story. (I lost it before I could do anything!) Those two teachers made me think I might be a writer—but I didn’t do any writing for years.
What was the inspiration for your book?
My sisters and I take a long sister weekend every year. When I was the social director, we went to Savannah and stayed in the gorgeous historic district. The old mansions and squares got me thinking what if. What if there were four sisters turning their crumbling old mansion into a B&B. What if they didn’t have enough money. Those ‘what ifs’ turned into the six book Fitzgerald House series.
What’s a genre you haven’t written in yet that you’d like to?
The first book I ever imagined, but didn’t write, was a science fiction book. A couple gets separated by a wormhole. Maybe someday!
Are there any genres you won’t read or write in? Why?
I don’t read or write erotic. It’s not my thing.
What are you up to now? Do you have any releases planned, or are you still writing?
I am working on a romantic suspense series, working title THE PERFECT CHILDREN. Think Boys of Brazil. And genetic modifications.
Alright, now for some random, fun questions. Favorite color?
Hmmm, I think it is now purple.
Favorite movie?
I will always watch any of the Hunger Games. But I also love Hidden Figures.
Book that inspired you to become an author?
I don’t know that there was a book that did this. But I think the reason I started writing was because I would come up with different scenarios and what ifs I finally had to write down.
You have one superpower. What is it?
Making someone smile. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?
You can have dinner with any 3 people, dead, alive, fictitious, etc. Who are they?
My mom, dad and Grandmother Crapper. (Yes, you read that right.) I miss them so much.
Last question: Which of your characters are you most like and how/why?
I think I always write a little bit of myself in each character. In TO CATCH A THIEF, the part of me that is in Carolina is the singer. I trained from high school through college as a singer and it was fun to write her singing scenes. In SOUTHERN COMFORTS, it’s Abby and her cooking. And in A Savannah Christmas Wish, it’s Bess and her green thumb. Dolley is spunky and I’ve modeled her after my younger self! (And my daughter.)
Author Bio and Links:
Award winning author Nan Dixon spent her formative years as an actress, singer, dancer and competitive golfer. But the need to eat had her studying accounting in college. Unfortunately, being a successful financial executive didn’t feed her passion to perform. When the pharmaceutical company she worked for was purchased, Nan got the chance of a lifetime—the opportunity to pursue a writing career. She’s a five-time Golden Heart® finalist, lives in the Midwest and is active in her local RWA chapter and on the board of a dance company. She has five children, three sons-in-law, two granddaughters, one grandson and one neurotic cat.
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ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed reading your interview, thank you!
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DeleteI enjoyed getting to know your book; congrats on the tour and I hope it is a fun one for you :)
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ReplyDeleteThanks for following the tour, Victoria!
DeleteHi Nan! I am a teacher and I am happy to hear that your teachers encouraged you to write!
ReplyDeleteThey planted the seeds and it finally bloomed! Thanks Linda! And thank you for being a teacher. My daughter is a teacher too!
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ReplyDeleteThanks Karen!!
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