Driven to Distraction
by Dixie Browning

STUMBLING INTO SEXY TROUBLE!

In-the-know columnist Maggie Riley had a mission in mind: to write a scathing exposé about a scam artist at an overpriced retreat. Seducing a woman out of house and home was a crime! But fate, and a pair of ill-fitting shoes, landed her against the hard chest of lawman Ben Hunter, who had his own ulterior motives. In such a confined space, their previous agendas were long forgotten as they flashed hot, sultry gazes at each other. Maggie couldn't resist Ben's brooding eyes — not to mention how he filled a pair of jeans. Keeping their hands to themselves was pure torture! Would stubborn pride stand in the way of their blossoming love...and a lifetime of wicked fun?

Dixie Browning's Bio

What can I tell you? Age? Weight? No way! What about the fact that I recently celebrated my fiftieth anniversary, so I have some experience when it comes to romance. Will that do? I'm a native Outer Banker. For those of you who think that's a detached ATM machine, look at a map of North Carolina (conveniently pictured above) It's that skinny little elbow of sand jutting out into the Atlantic. Which means I grew up swimming, fishing, sailing, crabbing, clamming, surfing, cleaning up after hurricanes ? whatever you can do on water, I did it.

Mama taught me early that the natural position for womankind is prone, with a supply of good books, ice tea and whatever snacks are available. It still works for me.

I was a painter before I was a writer. Studied art, taught art, wrote a newspaper column on art ? works in a lot of permanent collections, ribbons and a shelf full of tarnished silver trophies, etc. Don't have time to paint, but I'm a co-owner of a wonderful fine crafts gallery here on the island called Browning Artworks.

Writing struck like a midlife crisis. It occurred to me to do it, and so I did it. Been doing it ever since. That was some eighty-five books ago. With a 90 year old mother who's a natural-born story-teller, a father who was a big-league baseball player, and a grandfather who was a seacaptain back in the days of sail, I've got more material than I'll ever be able to use. It comes out gradually, though, in both my contemporaries and the historicals I write with my sister, Mary Williams, as Bronwyn Williams.

Let's see ... where was I? Well, look, enough about me, okay? Read my books. No glitz or glamour ? I wouldn't know glitz if it jumped up and smacked me on the head. Not a lot of suspense, either, because I don't have the required attention span. But warmth, and laughter and that wonderful, sizzling, tingling feeling of falling head over heels in love...

Yeah. That.