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Tuesday, November 18, 2014

TEASER TUESDAY! SOUTHERN COMFORTS

There’s only 13 days until SOUTHERN COMFORTS hits the shelves! 

I thought I would give you another taste of the story.  And there is a lot of tasty food in the book.
 
Abby Fitzgerald, the heroine, received her culinary training in New York City.  After a broken engagement, she returned to Savannah to help her sisters run the family B and B.  Now she’s chef of the struggling B and B.

Grayson Smythe, a Boston real estate developer, has negotiated a long-term stay at Fitzgerald House.  All his meals are included and he spends his evenings eating dinner with Abby in her welcoming kitchen.  Gray has a weakness not just for Abby’s Brandy Pecan Bars but also for Abby.  But he’s never sure if she’s interested in him—or his money.


Here’s the excerpt:

“It’s a cash-flow issue. We’ll see if we can get a loan, but…” Abby shrugged with a tight smile. “I know how much you love my brandy pecan bars. How much would you pay for a lifetime supply?”
A chill settled over Gray’s skin. Was she joking, flirting—or testing the waters?
He’d eaten in her intimate kitchen for the past three weeks. And they’d spent hours talking. He’d told her more about his life and his family than anyone back in Boston. They’d become friends. Why couldn’t he tell what Abby wanted?
He was paying her for the room and the meals. And now Abby suggested he could buy a lifetime of her bars? Had to be a joke. He kept his own tone light in response. “It might be worth it.”
He tugged her out of her chair, and when her body brushed his, it was as if he’d grabbed a live wire.
Did she feel this connection, too?
“Do you have a restaurant you’ve wanted to visit tonight?” He couldn’t stop brushing her knuckles with his thumb.
He thought he saw confusion in her green eyes. At least he wasn’t the only one.
“There’s a little Italian place over on York Street called Amore. We can walk over if you want.”
So, they would go out to dinner. It didn’t have to be a big deal; they’d had plenty of those already. Then they’d see what happened next. “I’ll make a reservation.”

Once I launch my new website—you’ll be able to grab Abby’s Brandy Pecan Bar recipe.

Oh—and it looks like Amazon and B&N still have the ebook on sale. 



Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Teaser Tuesday! SOUTHERN COMFORTS receives 4 STARS

RT Book Reviews have given SOUTHERN COMFORTS 4 Stars!  COMPELLING—PAGE TURNER.  I’m thrilled. 


SOUTHERN COMFORTS is a sweet story with a bit of excitement thrown in.  The romance between Abby and Gray seems to build naturally, and Gray’s complex personality is particularly well drawn.   RT Book Reviews December 2014

With only twenty day until SOUTHERN COMFORTS releases, here’s another little teaser. 

“Actions speak louder than words.”
Tears trickled down Abigail’s cheek.  The ice in her eyes frightened Gray.  “I’m going back to Savannah.  I’m going home.”
“Abby.”  This couldn't be happening.  Not when he was in love with her.  “Stay.  Please.”
“We’re done.”  She wheeled her bag around him.
Desperate, he blurted out.  “I think I’m in love with you.”
She stopped.  Her shoulders shook.  She turned around, pity filled her face.  “You can’t buy my love, Gray.  That’s not how it works.  It’s something I would have given freely.”
Panic bubbled inside his chest like lava in a volcano about to blow.  “I’m not trying to buy your love.”
She didn’t even stop.
He ripped a hand through his hair.  He’d been trying to help her, for God’s sake. And she’d thrown everything back in his face.  He told her he loved her.  He had the money.  He could fix her problems.  Make her life easier.  Why wouldn’t the stubborn woman let him help?

Hope you enjoyed it!



Wednesday, November 5, 2014

I'll be a Guest at Romancing Christmas!

Stop over if you get a chance.  I'll be there starting at 10:30 Central Time on Wednesday!

Romancing Christmas

there's a ton of Giveaways!  One would be SOUTHERN COMFORTS!

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

TEASER TUESDAY!


SOUTHERN COMFORTS releases in just twenty-seven days!  My debut novel and I can hardly wait. 

The book is set in the gorgeous Savannah historic district.  The Fitzgerald sisters run a bed and breakfast in their partially restored family mansion.  Growing up, they'd help Mamma run the place and four years ago they took over the running of the B and B.  Even now they still quote their Mamma’s rules on running Fitzgerald House. 


Here’s a sample of some of Mamie Fitzgerald’s rules on running a B and B.

Rule #1—The guests are always right, even when they’re wrong.
Rule #5—Never yell at a guest.  Not even under your breath.  (I’ve found the second-floor linen closet is pretty soundproof.)
Rule #11—If cleanliness is next to godliness, then Fitzgerald House must be heaven.
Rule #16—Never let a guest see you sweat.
Rule #40—Dream big, dream often, but don’t let it keep you from your work.

But the rule Abigail Fitzgerald is having the most trouble with is—

Rule #2—Absolutely never get involved with a guest.  It’s not well done.

Abigail Fitzgerald has always followed her mamma's rules when it comes to running their family's B and B. But her mamma never had to resist a man like Grayson Smythe. A long-term guest, Gray spends his evenings having dinner with Abby in her kitchen—and it's not long before their attraction begins to sizzle. 
Although Gray's kisses are a delicious distraction, Abby's priorities are the B and B and the dream of opening her own restaurant. And Gray definitely has the means to help her. But when money seems to be all he can offer, Abby suspects she might get burned.


There is a Goodread Giveway happening right now.  Stop over and sign up! 
 
 

    Goodreads Book Giveaway
 

   
        Southern Comforts by Nan Dixon
   

   
     

          Southern Comforts
     
     

          by Nan Dixon
     

     
         
            Giveaway ends November 12, 2014.
         
         
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Saturday, November 1, 2014

SOUTHERN COMFORTS Arrives!!!

I’m sure every author’s heart pounds at the feel of their debut novel in their hands. I swear it smelled better than any other book I’ve ever held. (Yes I gave it a sniff!)  Of course the books arrived while I was out of town. It seems to be the pattern for this book. First I mislaid my phone when my agent was calling to tell me I got The Call. Now with the actual books, my daughter opened up the box.

 But who cares -- Aren’t they beautiful?

 I haven’t really done a cover reveal.  The cover hit the sales sites before I was ready. So this is my reveal! And I love that my editor is using one of the Bed and Breakfast Rules on the back cover.

 SOUTHERN COMFORTS is about the Fitzgerald sisters' struggle to run their family’s B and B. Mamma Fitzgerald started turning the decaying family mansion set in the heart of Savannah’s historic district into a B and B years ago. Now her three daughters run the B and B and Mamma’s rules live on.

Unfortunately, when Grayson Smythe comes for a long-term stay at Fitzgerald House, Abigail Fitzgerald just might have trouble sticking to Rule #2 – Never get involved with a guest. 

 I’m a month away from release date, December 1, and so excited. You can pre-order wherever books are sold!

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Goodreads Book Giveaway!

In just a little over a month my debut novel SOUTHERN COMFORTS will be released!  I'm so excited, I'm giving away 5 autographed copies.  Stop over if you get a chance and enter!


Goodreads Book Giveaway

Southern Comforts by Nan Dixon

Southern Comforts

by Nan Dixon

Giveaway ends November 12, 2014.

See the giveaway details at Goodreads.

Enter to win

Monday, September 29, 2014

Cover Reveal -- TEACH ME by Ella Sheridan

I'm welcoming a Golden Heart sister who's revealing her cover this week.  (And isn't her hero, Conlan, hot!)



Teach Me (Southern Nights Book One)

A woman determined to heal…
Shy researcher Jess Kingston spent the last eight weeks recovering from her ex-boyfriend’s brutal attack. Body healed, she’s ready to put her life back together—except her ex isn’t ready to let go. She won’t cower in a corner while Brit tortures her, but she’s powerless to fight back.

A man determined to resist…
Ex-military security specialist Conlan James avoids commitment like the plague. His job, his Harley, and the occasional one-night stand are all he needs, until the day he rescues Jess from a tense situation and realizes he can’t get her off his mind. He can teach her to protect herself, but protecting his heart is another matter.

A madman determined to win…

As the deadly game of cat-and-mouse with Brit heats up, so does the hunger between Con and Jess. Safety might be found in numbers, but in bed, all bets are off—and the wrong move could lead to heartbreak. Or death.

Oh my - sounds wonderful!

Here's a little bit about Ella -- 

Author Bio:

Ella grew up in the Deep South, where books provided adventures, friends, and her first taste of romance. Now she writes her own romantic adventures, with plenty of hot alpha men and the women who love and challenge them. With a day job, a husband, two active teenagers, and two not so active cats, Ella is always busy, but getting the voices in her head down on paper is a top priority. Connect with Ella at www.ellasheridanauthor.com .

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Here's a teaser -- 

Excerpt:

What the hell are you doing here?
This wasn’t the first time in the last five minutes that Conlan had asked himself the same question. 

Maybe if he had an answer, the revolving door in his brain would stop spinning, but that didn’t seem likely. Not anytime soon. Not with the beautiful brunette he’d come to see sitting close enough that, if he let himself look, he could detect the light dusting of freckles across her nose. But he wasn’t looking, and he shouldn’t be here, so how had he ended up standing in line behind the thirtysomething latte league? It sure as hell wasn’t for the coffee.

Legs braced wide, he shifted from one hip to the other, the creak of his motorcycle chaps reminding him he could be enjoying a few extra minutes on the Harley before work instead of spending that precious time here, mooning over a woman. Doe Eyes. The first time he’d seen her all those months ago, he’d thought her eyes reminded him of sweet Georgia pecans and skittish does. The name stuck, as had the memory of her eyes—and a hundred other glimpses he shouldn’t have taken.

Another name called, another latte dispensed, another shuffle forward.

He hadn’t seen those eyes in eight weeks, and yet still he’d shown up every Monday, like clockwork, hoping for one more glimpse and calling himself an idiot. Wasn’t like he planned on asking her out. So why the hell did he torture himself with these weekly forays into enemy territory?

Sex. Or sex appeal, at least.

Another step closer to the counter. The move didn’t ease the constriction behind the zipper of his jeans. This was what she did to him, thinking about her. Especially now, after so long apart.

The thought had a snort escaping. Ahead of him, Mr. Suit and Tie startled and glanced over a shoulder, but Conlan ignored the look. He was too busy figuring out when “this” had become enough like a relationship in his head that he would think things like “after so long apart.” Doe Eyes might appear prominently in his thoughts from time to time—especially certain times—but he’d never seen her outside of this coffee shop. And he wouldn’t. A quick roll in the hay was one thing, but Doe Eyes wasn’t the kind of woman who had one-night stands. He could tell that much just by looking at her. She was a relationship kind of woman, and he was a relationship-phobic kind of guy. Which meant he seriously needed to get a grip—and not on the part of him growing even harder at the idea.

Idiot was right.

He should be at work. Southern summer heat brought out the crazies almost as well as full moons did, and JCL Security was feeling the impact, juggling cases like they had eight arms, which they didn’t. Too many sleepless nights had been spent at his office, especially with the Bennett case coming up. Just a couple more weeks before Thea Bennett had her bastard of a husband before a judge and hopefully out of her life, but the paper- and prep work to get the high-profile bastard there had been a bitch. He seriously needed to—

“Conlan, hey!”

For a passing moment he was convinced the voice belonged to the woman filling his thoughts. But when the high, candied voice called again, he realized it was coming from the counter. The cashier. Tonya, Tammy? Tracy? He couldn’t remember. She was blonde with a deep tan he would’ve deemed impossible in a landlocked city like Atlanta, the shade a stark contrast to her white smile. Stepping up, he threw her a grin. “Hey.”

She batted long lashes, almost hiding the way her glance slid down to the crotch of his jeans, framed in his leather chaps. “Long time, no see.”

He winked automatically. “It’s a long wait between Mondays.”

The girl giggled. “Your usual?”

“That’s right. Thanks,” he said, passing over a ten-dollar bill.

She made change, certain to caress his hand as she laid the money in his palm. Conlan was more interested in the dark Colombian roast another employee was walking toward them. High-octane all the way. The sight of the near-black brew had him salivating for something other than Doe Eyes for the first time that morning.

He reached the condiment counter just as his phone buzzed in his back pocket. Probably Jack. Retrieving the cell confirmed his suspicion.

Where the hell are you? his partner had texted.

Piss off, Con replied, a grin tugging at his lips. The irony that he’d spent too much time asking himself the very same question didn’t escape him. In a half hour he’d be at the office and they could both stop wondering.

With a little back-and-forth he managed to cram the phone back in his tight jeans. He glanced around absently, and his gaze snagged on a pair of amber-brown eyes that suddenly met his.

He froze.

Doe Eyes dropped her chin and shifted over the slightest bit, enough that her friend’s position blocked her from view, but not before he caught the blush coloring her creamy cheeks.

His cock banged against his zipper as if begging to be let out. The bite of pain caught his breath in his throat. Jesus, what the hell was he—

Don’t! Ask. Again. He knew what the hell he was doing here, and he needed to go; he really did. He needed to stop letting his dick run this show, grab his coffee, and get back to reality.

He was restless, that was all. He was a man who needed action. Needed to be doing something, anything, not sitting behind a desk like he’d been for weeks while prepping Thea’s case. Usually he worked off his frustration in a way that involved cool silk sheets and bare skin and satisfaction on both sides, but there’d been no damn time. Just his hand and the additional chafing it provided, which wasn’t near as effective—or satisfying. That had to be the reason he couldn’t stop thinking about his mystery woman.

Of course. That had to be it.

Popping the lid off his cardboard cup released the rich aroma of ground coffee beans into the air. He lifted his cup and blew across the hot liquid, the sound almost a sigh of relief. He was already reaching for the packets of sugar when black squiggles caught his eye. There. On the part of the paper sleeve now facing him, he could see a name and number were clearly written: Tiffany. A 470 area-code phone number.

So that was her name. Sounded like an eighties pop star. A glance over his shoulder found the cashier leaning across the bar where drinks were picked up, her mounded breasts shelved there, on display. Come back soon, she mouthed, her shoulders doing a little wiggle. On reflex, he threw her a grin, but her seemingly seductive move couldn’t pull his glance downward. His dick didn’t even twitch. Apparently only one thing could trigger his runaway libido this morning.

He added the sugar, trying to ignore the panic in his gut and his one-track mind. The latter was impossible. He wanted to know Doe Eyes’ name, her phone number. Were her breasts as full as they looked beneath that starched white button-down? Was her hair as soft as he swore it would be when he fisted it between his fingers?

He stirred a bit too vigorously, and coffee sloshed over the side of the cup.

Don’t look. Don’t. He realized he’d closed his eyes. A sigh escaped as he rubbed a thumb and finger against them, but as soon as the lids popped open, he searched for her. Had to see her. Felt his heartbeat pick up knowing she might meet his eyes.

He was so screwed—and smart enough to admit it. He let go, let the conflict and the churning in his gut and the tension cramping his muscles go. And then he looked toward her table.

It was empty.

“Well shit.”

He stood for a moment, cursing himself, the coffee, and everything else he could think of. When another customer stepped up behind him and cleared his throat, wanting access to the counter, Con grabbed his cup and headed out the door. On his way, he chucked the coffee in the trash without a single sip.

Wow~

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