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Author Interview: Dixie Jackson

1. How did you choose your genre? What made you write this book?

I have loved romance since I was a pre-teen when I picked up my first Sweet Dreams book. From there I progressed to Harlequins. I always sort of dabbled in the romance arena, long before I sought publication. When I decided to seek publication eleven years ago, it was just the natural fit. Parallax falls in the romance genre, but has elements of suspense and action-adventure. I didn’t really decide to go that direction. It was more like the writing progressed in that direction. I’m glad it did because I’ve had a blast writing this series so far.

2. Writers write what they know, and must observe the world. Are you a first born, middle or last child and how does this shape your view of the world?

I’m a first-born. I’m not so sure my birth order influences me nearly as much as my life experiences. With a husband who served in the Armed Forces for thirty years, I’ve done a good bit of traveling and everything, everyone, and every place I’ve come across has influenced my writing to some extent. That life certainly gave me an edge in writing the military aspects of my books.

3. Where is your favorite place to write?

I share an office with my beloved. My desk faces a window and I have bird feeders just there on the other side of the glass. I don’t stray from the office much when it comes to where I write.

4. How do you feel about killing your darlings, and what do you do with the remains?

I don’t think I’ve ever killed off a good guy. Now, bad guys? My black ops teams go to town in that arena. Leila, the heroine from Parallax, has no scruples when it comes to taking care of business, and as far as dealing with remains she usually just leaves them where they fall. Sometimes that’s at the bottom of stairwells.

5. Inquiring minds want to know…tell readers something about you that no one knows.

If I told, then it wouldn’t be a secret anymore. 😉

6. You are stranded on a deserted island with only a back pack for company. What three items are in your survival pack?

Being married to a Marine, I am of course equipped with a water filtration system first and foremost. Past that, a weapon of some sort and a heat/fire source.

7. If you could have one super power in your existence, what would it be?

I already have one. I’m an ace at overcoming adversity and remaining calm in a crisis. Moving with the military over a dozen times in twenty years instilled in me these powers.

8. Favorite snack?

Lately, it’s been these Banana brand plantain chips in the Acapulco lime flavor. They’re delicious!

9. Indy 500 – Do you know how to get where you’re going or do you drive the speed limit? I’m a whiz at navigation! Even with an old-fashioned paper map. And yes, I’m that boring middle-aged woman who putts along at the speed limit.

Parallax

by Dixie Jackson

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GENRE: Romance Suspense

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BLURB:

Six years later, Trent Wayland still isn’t over his spring fling. Probably because he was convinced when he married Captain Leila O’Neil, their fling would go on a lifetime. Leila is his soul mate and Trent knows it. He might not admit it on a regular basis, but that doesn’t negate the raw emotion she draws out of him each and every time he thinks about her. Forget the fact his heart splits in two all over again when he’s afforded the luxury of hearing her voice. That doesn’t happen often, however. Leila only tosses a handful of words his way when she initiates the weekly video calls he’s allowed with the other love of his life, their daughter Lucy.

Once upon a time, Leila O’Neil wanted to be a Marine when she grew up. She worked hard, she landed a seat at the Academy, and she was the head of her class. Then her dream was destroyed and she traded it in for a new one at the nearest Coterie portal. She wears so many faces and so many hats, at some point she lost track of her soul. That didn’t really bother her until Trent Wayland came along and almost peeled her dressing room curtain back nearly exposing her innermost person. The real person, the real Leila, who once upon a time wanted to be a Marine when she grew up.

Leila misses the real person and realizes it at the worst possible moment. With her daughter’s life on the line and Trent on the scene of the crime, Leila figures out she’s been using her hurt and anger to fuel all the wrong goals. In a daring move, she puts it all on the line, hoping it’s enough to gain her freedom from her handlers and her husband’s forgiveness.

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Excerpt:

“Can this wait?” she asked, clearing her throat and speaking in a much lower, calmer voice than she felt like using on him at the moment. “I need to compartmentalize everything that’s coming at me all at once so I can process it in some sort of orderly fashion and manage to not get us killed before we get the chance to talk about what may or may not be going on between us.”

“Do you have a label for that box?” Trent drilled, glaring at her.

“Which one?” She tapped her fingernails against the table and pursed her lips, trying to stay the wellspring of anger bubbling up at his completely inappropriate timing. And if he only knew. Leila had so many boxes she neatly placed things in it’d be easy to completely lose track of the exact number and location inside her head of all them.

“The one you stuff us in every time things reach a point you might actually have to say it.” When his nostrils flared, Leila could no longer hold back the sarcastic cynic she could be so easily.

“Say what?” She quirked one side of her mouth up and all but batted her lashes, daring him to continue down this path.

“You know very well what,” Trent roared, slamming a fist against the table causing the silverware still setting on the edges of plates on the other end of it to rattle and tea to spill out over the top of her unfinished cup, which was most likely cold and bitter by now. “You’ve not said it in a long while, either, you know.” Leila pulled her now drying hair behind her ears and gnawed on the inside of her lip. Trent didn’t answer, instead just sat back down and grabbed his phone. “I have my reasons but they’re not the same as yours, you coward. You’re afraid.”

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Born and raised in the heart of the Ozarks, Dixie Jackson learned a love of the written word at a young age. She remembers spinning tales before she could even write them down, but it was the encouragement of her sixth-grade creative writing teacher which would plant the idea that just never seemed to go away. She wanted to someday see her works in print.

Dixie makes her home in the Great Smoky Mountains with her retired Marine husband, two rescue dogs, and her beloved chickens. When she’s not writing, you can find her digging in the dirt and nurturing her plants while plotting the next step in one story line or another. She also loves experimenting in her kitchen, embroidering, quilting, crocheting, tracing her family’s twisted tree, and of course reading.

You can find Dixie at:

Blog: https://www.dixiejackson.net

Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/sweetteamafia/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/19160992

Instagram: @dixiejwriter

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/dixiejacksonauthor/

Amazon: amazon.com/author/dixiejackson

BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/dixie-jackson

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