Please welcome today’s guest, Dena Garson.
What do you like most about where you live now, Dena?
The town I live in is a comfortable size. We have lots of choices for shopping so we no longer have to drive 30 minutes to get groceries or supplies. Yet most of the small-town appeal remains since it hasn’t been that long since it expanded.
What’s your favorite season?
Tough choice. I love spring when all the flowers bloom but the tornadoes can be nerve wracking. My other choice would be fall because that means the return of football!
Do you have any personal heroes/heroines?
I lost my personal heroine a couple years ago. Her name was Peggy Moss Fielding. She was my writing mentor and a dear friend. She was definitely the spunkiest old lady around. She loved men and I honestly think she got a kick out of embarrassing them (more than once I saw her tell men to turn around so she could look at his butt). She very much told it like it was. I so want to be her when I grow up!
Sounds like a great lady. Have you had any unusual or noteworthy occupations?
I worked for Frederick’s of Hollywood for about four years while I was getting through college. It was a hoot! But wow were my innocent eyes opened to a lot of things.
Do you have any hobbies?
I love beads! I make beaded jewelry and accessories in my spare time. And I give a lot of it away as author promotions too!
What is your feeling about social media?
I like it – writing is very much a solitary sport so it helps keep me connected to my friends, family, fellow author, as well as readers.
Tell us something you are really proud of.
As a mom, I’ve very proud of my two boys. They’re good kids. As an author, I’m quite proud of the awards my book Mystic’s Touch won last year.
Rightly so. Can you confide something you wish you were better at?
I am not very social. Going to social places like small parties absolutely kills me unless I know at least half of the people in attendance. I’m that person who will be in the corner making friends with the dog.
Ha ha! What’s your pet peeve?
Slow drivers in the passing lane. Wow does that spin me up!
Do you like animals? Pets?
Yes I do! I have a dog (lab mix) and a turtle. We lost our cat late last year and I just can’t bring myself to get a new one even though my youngest keeps asking for one.
What do you enjoy most/least about being a published author?
Promotion. Uggg. I hate the “buy my book” / “Look! I have a new book” side of things. Never was good at sales and I hate pestering people. But it is a necessary evil in order to get word out in the vast sea of ebook information we have now.
How do you deal with writer’s block?
I do something else creative, like make jewelry or work on a different story. Working on the business side of things sometimes helps too.
To what do you attribute your success as a writer?
The lessons I learned from Ms. Peggy, sheer determination, and my mother’s voice in my head saying “you can do anything you put your mind to.”
Tell us about your latest release.
I just released my very first sci-fi romance, Rege’s Rescue.
Rege Rovnitov battled his way out of the darkest hell hole in the charted universe to become the best tracker in four galaxies. Fighting injustice, he and his brotherhood have spent their lives with one foot on the shady side of the law. When the daughter of one of his allies is abducted by slavers, he offers his skills to bring her home. On such a dark and dangerous mission, he never expected to find a woman full of goodness and light.
After years in the spotlight as an interstellar songbird, Amethe Madigan only wants to regain a normal life. Her plans are upended when a band of slavers take her captive and drag her to the galactic port known as Sin City. With Rege’s help, she narrowly escapes being sold to the highest bidder, or worse, turned over to whoever ordered her kidnapping. As they race across galaxies evading her mysterious abductor’s attempts to possess her, she makes the mistake of falling in love with a man whose idea of a normal life is anything but safe.
Rege promised to rescue Amethe but she could be his salvation from a dark and lonely existence. In the end it won’t matter who saved whom. Where love is concerned, it’s winner takes all.
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Rege Rovnitov’s instincts went on high alert as soon as his boot crossed the shop’s threshold.
Even over the heavy sent of leather, he detected burned ozone. A weapon had been fired. Debris scattered on the floor and countertop said there had been a struggle.
He pulled his own weapon from its holster at his back and edged farther into Tauxir’s store. There were no patrons inside and he hadn’t seen anyone leaving. This part of the city drew rough clientele, but Tauxir had a solid reputation for being an honest businessman as well as being a man you didn’t want to fuck with.
Whoever decided to take something of Tauxir’s must have a death wish.
Rege grinned. Maybe this day wouldn’t be a waste after all.
Using all of his senses to piece together what had happened he moved deeper into the store.
A roar followed by a crash came from the backroom. He leapt over an overturned stool and cleared the last steps to the doorway in one bound. Yanking the curtain aside, he leveled his gun’s laser sight on the first thing that moved.
His entrance was met by one pissed off and bloodied leatherworker. Tauxir held a similar gun and Rege suspected Tauxir’s laser was aimed right at his heart.
“You okay?” Rege asked without relaxing his stance.
Tauxir’s jaw flexed as if still debating whether or not to fire. “No,” he finally ground out between clenched teeth.
Rege glanced around the room to make sure there were no threats. “What happened?”
Tauxir lowered his gun and spit. “Slavers.”
Rege also lowered his weapon but didn’t holster it. “What did they want with you?”
Pain flashed in Tauxir’s eyes. “Amethe.”
Son of a bitch. Tauxir’s daughter. “They took her?”
He nodded once then pulled a wicked knife from underneath his worktable and pushed it into a sheath.
“How long has she been back?”
“Two nights.” Tauxir strapped the knife to his thigh then grabbed two more and slipped those in their respective places.
Rege pushed the button on the communicator wrapped around his ear. “Call Bolan.”
Tauxir half limped, half dragged himself toward the stairs. Thinking he might need help getting upstairs, Rege closed in.
Tauxir leaned against the wall and slid a concealed panel aside. He entered a code which activated a small door at their feet below the stairs. Even from where he stood, Rege could see the impressive collection of weapons.
“Yeah,” Bolan’s terse answer finally came through Rege’s earpiece.
“Grab Vordol and Malir and get to Tauxir’s. We’ve got a situation.”
“Be there in ten.” No complaints, no unnecessary questions. That was the beauty of the brotherhood. Always there for each other no matter what.