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About the author:
USA TODAY Bestselling author, DAWN BROWER writes both historical and contemporary romance. There are always stories inside her head; she just never thought she could make them come to life. That creativity has finally found an outlet.
Growing up she was the only girl out of six children. She raised two boys into productive young men. There is never a dull moment in her life. Reading books is her favorite hobby and she loves all genres.
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What inspired you to write your book?
I love writing and there are more ideas in my head than I think I'll have time to write. The first book in this anthology is the very first book I've ever written.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Pieretta looked up at him and saw a smirk forming at the corner of his mouth. One side was upturned in a lazy half smile. Her meager attempts at getting away were thwarted by the stupid dress Tully had carelessly left laying on the floor. Even if I managed to get away from him where would I go? They were on a ship in the middle of the ocean. She resigned herself to being at this pirate’s mercy, at least for the time being. “Ah, I have found a fine jewel to add to my treasure.” He pulled her firmly into his tight embrace. A musky smell tinged with a hint of sandalwood and chocolate filled her senses. Delicious… “What?” Pieretta dumbly replied. How am I going to survive when looking at him makes me brainless? “What is your name, girl?” Should I tell him my name? Why does it matter to him what it is? Pieretta didn’t know much about pirates, but the little she was aware of told her they didn’t care about the people they attacked. Her name shouldn’t matter to him. Still locked in his arms, Pieretta was forced to tilt her head back to stare up at him. The look in his eyes told her all she needed to know. It was best to just answer his questions and pray for mercy. With great reluctance, she told him her name. “Pia.” “Ah, Pia, you’re coming with me.” He yanked her toward the door.