Monday, June 4, 2018

Heart of a SEAL by Dixie Lee Brown


Thank you for having me here today, Laurie. I hope your readers enjoy the post!

What’s the first thing that comes to mind when someone says: If you were stranded on a tropical island… and then follows with a question like “who would you want to be stranded with?” … or “what are the first five things you would do?” For me, Tom Hanks has forever changed the field of possibilities with the movie “Castaway,” a distinct improvement over “Gilligan’s Island.” (No disrespect intended to the late Bob Denver!)
So, with that in mind—if you were stranded on a tropical island, what ten things would you want to have with you? While you’re thinking about your list, here’s mine:

1) I absolutely couldn’t go without my dogs. Kaycee (Maltese) and Reba (Maltese/Shih tzu cross) have been my faithful companions for far too long to let a little thing like an ocean come between us. They’re good watch-dogs, though defending me from wild animals—not so much!

2) A quality pair of hiking boots would be essential for exploring the island and locating a suitable cave to retreat to during monsoons and hurricanes…and the occasional visit from pirates.

3) Collecting rainwater from the monsoons and hurricanes will be easier if I have a water barrel or storage container of some kind.

4) I’m going to need a large supply of matches. We’ll need a fire on those chilly evenings (Kaycee gets cold!). And of course, food cooked over a campfire always tastes better. Right?

5) "Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime," ~ old Chinese proverb. I fished as a kid, so this should be a piece of cake! I will, of course, need a fishing pole and the necessary accoutrements for the job.

6) I’ll also require a large knife to clean and filet the fish, break open coconuts and kill snakes. (Ewwww!) And let’s not forget defending myself and my watch dogs from wild animals and pirates.

7) Woman cannot live by fish alone, so a generous supply of vegie seeds would come in handy—non GMO please.

8) Now that I’m warm, dry, full and cuddling with Reba and Kaycee, I’m going to need my Kindle. I’m quite sure I have enough romance novels downloaded on my reader to last FOREVER! (Am I alone in that?) And I’ll need to check Amazon’s sales ratings for Heart of a SEAL and the other books in the Hearts of Valor series—several times a day! (Because I’m OCD that way!)

9) My Kindle has a long-lasting battery, but it won’t stay charged forever, so bring on the generator with 1,000 gallons of fuel. (That should be enough until the rescue party arrives.)

10) Last but definitely not least—I’d like Jason Momoa to join me in my island paradise. (Do I need to elaborate? Lol!) Maybe I’ll call him Wilson, and he can call me whatever he wants! Who needs a rescue party?

So, there you have it—my list of ten things I’d want if I were stranded on a tropical island. Now, don’t burst my bubble by relaying all the other items I’d have to do without, like wine and chocolate. Sticking to only ten things is harder than it sounds. First, make your list and then we’ll talk! 😊

Thanks again, Laurie, for featuring me and my thoughts on your blog today. And a special thanks to all of you readers who came by, read the post, and maybe got a smile for your trouble. Don’t forget to enter the giveaway!


Heart of a SEAL
by Dixie Lee Brown

GENRE:  Romantic Suspense


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.


Luke stepped from the shower and made quick work of drying off before wrapping the towel around his waist. Sandy-colored clumps of wet hair stuck out every which way as his image stared back at him from the mirror. He raked his fingers through the strands, in serious need of a haircut, and called it good. Grabbing the shaving cream from his kit, he applied it evenly to his whiskered face and dragged the razor down his rough skin, systematically shaving from right to left. He paused for a heartbeat when he heard a knock.

“Be right out.” Luke turned the water on as hot as he could get it and let it run. Jen probably had to use the bathroom. He’d throw on some clothes and finish up in here later. A smile formed beneath what was left of the shaving cream. There wasn’t much he wouldn’t do for that little girl.

An instant later the door opened behind him, and the razor went still in his hand.

He stared at Sally’s reflection in the steamed-over mirror. Her in that damn shirt of his, leaning against the bathroom door, both hands behind her back. A good deal of shapely thigh led his gaze to well-toned calves. He followed them down to pretty pink toenails on bare feet. Did she know what coming in here like that would do to him? He took the last two swipes of shaving cream off with the razor, rinsed his face in the hot, running water and patted it dry. Barely able to swallow and momentarily unable to form an articulate sentence, he turned slowly.

Her blue eyes went wide as her gaze dropped below his waist, immediately answering his unspoken question. Evidently, she could see the hard-on he sported beneath the form-fitting towel that hugged his hips.

He took a step toward her. “Sally?” That was all he managed to force from his mouth. It sounded more like a command than the question with which he’d intended to rule out the possibility something was wrong.

A secretive smile played on her lips as she brought one hand up and raised it in front of her with a dismissive shake of her head. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. This can wait till you’re finished.” Her gaze dipped once again to the towel draped around his hips, and she swiveled with a hand on the doorknob.

Oh no. Hell no. He wasn’t letting her escape that easily. He was damn sure she’d stepped out of her comfort zone for a reason and her baby blues were daring him to find out why. He closed the gap and caught the door as she opened it a sliver. Peering through the opening, he saw Jen, still intent on her game. A glance toward the motel room door confirmed that the dead bolt was thrown and locked. They could have a few minutes of privacy.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

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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Goddess Fish Promotions said...

Thanks for hosting!

Lisa Brown said...

I enjoyed getting to know your book and thanks for the chance to win :)

Dixie Lee Brown said...

Thanks for stopping by, Lisa. I’m glad you checked out the book.

Dixie Lee Brown said...

Thanks for hosting me today, Laurie. I hope everyone enjoys the post and checks out the book. If anyone has their list of 10 finished, feel free to share. I’ll be away from the computer at times today, but will check in as often as I can.

James Robert said...

I enjoy these tours and have found some awesome books for my sisters and daughters so thank you so very much. Thanks also for the great giveaway and the opportunity to win.

Cassandra said...

Great list!!

Rita Wray said...

I enjoyed the post, thank you.

Victoria Alexander said...

Love the list...but unfortunately #10 cannot happen for you as he will be on my island with me :D

Bridgett wilbur said...

I love your cover and I would love to read your book.

Anonymous said...

The whole topic brings back bad memories of a college class I had where they claimed to be testing an AI bot, and we had to rank a bunch of desert island survival items (matches, sunglasses, etc) in order of necessity. Every once in a while, the "bot" would interject opinions on why we should raise or lower the ranking of something. Turns out it was just a teacher's assistant typing in another room. Bah!


Dixie Lee Brown said...

I’m so glad you enjoyed the tours, and thanks for coming by and letting me know.

Dixie Lee Brown said...

Thanks so much, Cassandra. Sure hope I didn’t miss anything obvious on my list!

Dixie Lee Brown said...

Thanks, Rita! I appreciate you coming by.

Dixie Lee Brown said...

Them’s fightin’ words, Victoria! Lol! Who wouldn’t want him, right? Thanks so much for stopping by.

Dixie Lee Brown said...

Oh my, Trix. Well at least it made a lasting impression on you! Thanks for stopping by.

Daniel M said...

sounds like a fun one

Debbie Rice said...

I would want Dewayne Johnson!!!!