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Hi, my name is D. V. Stone. I am a multi-genre author who also enjoys reading across genres. On this page you'll meet a great group of writers and get an insider's view into their lives and books. I hope you enjoy this special peek and find new and exciting reads.
Who: Award-winning author of western historical and contemporary romances and women’s fiction. I divide my time between Wyoming and Long Island, New York, now, but lived for forty years in the U.K. I’m published by The Wild Rose Press and have also had several novellas self-pubbed and in anthologies.
Interests: Travel and reading! I love going west, discovering new places, and have also traveled throughout Europe, Latin America, and lived in Nigeria for a spell. It’s true that travel broadens the mind. And I can’t go anywhere without a book; if I’m waiting in a doctor’s office, on a plane, or anywhere else with spare time, there must be a book for me to read.
Network: I’m a member of Women Writing the West and the Women’s Fiction Writers Association, plus a ton of groups on Facebook. For my social media links, please see below—and get in touch! Oh, and I’m published by The Wild Rose Press.
Desk: I am lucky enough to have an office just off my bedroom, very private, so my desk is pretty messy. Above it are three bookshelves with some handy reference books and fiction I’ve enjoyed, and behind me is a sofa (never used) and two more bookcases. But the desk is always in a state of chaos, surprise surprise. It has my desktop computer, plus all the modems etc. for the house and a ton of papers.
Outrageous: I’m not sure I do anything that can be called outrageous. You’ll have to ask my daughter…
Window: My home is on two acres of woodland so every window looks out on to trees, pine mostly here in East Hampton. When I’m in Wyoming I can see the Tetons, which is very inspirational!
And speaking of Wyoming, my latest book is an historical western romance that takes place predominantly in Wyoming. It’s called Shot Through the Heart. Here’s the blurb:
Shot Through The Heart - Andrea Downing
Gunslinger Shiloh Coltrane has returned home to work the family's Wyoming ranch, only to find there's still violence ahead. His sister and nephew have been murdered, and the killers are at large.
Dr. Sydney Cantrell has come west to start her medical practice, aiming to treat the people of a small town. As she tries to help and heal, she finds disapproval and cruelty the payment in kind.
When the two meet, it's an attraction of opposites. As Shiloh seeks revenge, Sydney seeks to do what's right. Each wants a new life, but will trouble or love find them first?
And here’s an excerpt:
“Dr. Cantrell’s pretty stern. You better be ill,” he said.
“What?” Shiloh felt his brows meet as he peered inside the storeroom. “Holy cow,” he mumbled. “Holy cow.”
His vision from the saloon. Brown-gold hair with lights of red, a color he couldn’t remember ever having seen before, and blue eyes like a Wyoming sky, almost violet. Her skin was pale, pure and unblemished, like satin he imagined. He was tongue-tied.
Dr. Cantrell had her arms crossed against her chest as if she were protecting herself, but she breathed out a weary sigh. She studied his face.
“I’m Sydney Cantrell,” she murmured at last. “Looks like you’re lucky not to have lost your eye.”
“My eye?” He started to bring his hand up but noticed he was dripping blood from a cut.
“You better sit down. If you can.”
He looked around and there was one wooden chair that looked as if it had been brought in from someone’s dining room, the shopkeeper’s most like, and a sturdy long table, which may have served as a dining table once. Her doctor’s bag sat in a corner, open with several medicines and whatnot sticking out. He started to lower himself onto the chair but let out a yelp that would have awakened the dead.
“Here.” She took his arm and guided him to the table. “Let me see.”
Embarrassed in a way he’d never thought possible, he stood to consider whether to make a dash for the door and deal with things himself.
“Look,” he said. “I think I better go. I thought…”
“You thought I was a male doctor. Everyone does.”
“Until they see you.”
“Hang your hat on the back of that chair and let me get to work.”
She crouched behind him, unable to stop the thought her patient’s physique was a prime example of why a female shouldn’t be a doctor, according to her last professor. Oh, yes—we wouldn’t be able to treat men without thinking of marriage. Ha! She shook her head to banish the thought, now supplanted by admiration for the curve of his buttocks, and stood up. Put on her professional tone. Looked into eyes the color of a storm-brewing sky, and felt a rush of desire to run her hands through the shaggy blond hair.
Never. Never ever.
She breathed out, pulled herself back to the moment.
“You’re covered in glass.”
“What else is new?”
“Are you in pain?”
“Some. It can wait. Not enough to concern me.”
“You’re going to have to take off your pants and lie on your stomach so I can examine you.”
He didn’t take his eyes off her as he said, “Well then you’re going to have to help. My hands…” He held out his hands, palms up, for her to see.
She realized he was right but resented her own huff of annoyance as he lifted his arms away from his sides. She reached for the buckle on his gun belt first, her irritation with his smirk making her proceed faster than she might have, with less care.
“Did that hurt?”
“’Course it dang well hurt. I’ve got glass—”
“I can see you’re covered in glass, Mr.?” It suddenly struck her she’d been so stunned by her patient, she hadn’t even got his name.
“Coltrane. Shiloh Coltrane.”
You can purchase Shot Through the Heart at all good booksellers, including:
Barnes and Noble https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/shot-through-the-heart-andrea-downing/1137387142?ean=9781509232345
iBooks on app
And you can find me at:
Amazon Author Page: : http://www.amazon.com/Andrea-Downing/e/B008MQ0NXS/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0