Debra Dixon

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As a reader, I can always count on Loveswept romances to speak to my heart, to make me laugh and cry, and to keep me on the edge of my seat. Being a part of that tradition has been a dream come true. Where else could I write stories about little boys and bears, ice-skating nuns, ex-Navy SEALs, hit women, and arsonists? And did I mention the psychic archaeologist?

So, happy birthday, Loveswept! I hope it’s a real barn burner!