Monday, February 23, 2015

Tempt The Night: Trust No One #5 By Dixie Lee Brown

Tempt the Night

By: Dixie Lee Brown

Releasing February 24th

Dixie Lee Brown concludes her thrilling Trust No One series with the fast-paced tale of a 

damaged hero and the sexy fugitive he can't help falling for.

Samantha "Mac" McCallister barely believes her own tale of dirty cops and murder that landed 

her in the hands of the sexy Jim Brady. One minute she was enjoying a ride-along in her best 

friend's cruiser, the next he's dead and she's wanted for his murder. Mac never expected to be 

hiding out from the law, but with Jim by her side, maybe she can survive long enough to clear 

her name. The question is, can she survive the way Jim makes her feel?

Former Navy Seal Jim Brady works best under pressure. At least he used to. Now, fighting 

flashbacks from his time in Iraq, he has given up everything he knows in order to protect the 

innocent ... from himself. So working with a woman on the run from the law? Not in his plans 

for this lifetime. Still, something about the blue-eyed beauty tells him she's not the source of the 

danger—she's running from it. Deep down he knows he'll protect her no matter what. But his 

heart? That's another story.that does him in. Still, Nate's determined to help her find the missing 

There's no doubt in his mind that they're walking straight into danger, but Nate's willing to face 

anything if it means protecting Alex. She might have been on her own once, but Nate has one 

more mission: to stay by her side—forever.

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DIXIE LEE BROWN lives and writes in Central Oregon, inspired by what she believes is 

the most gorgeous scenery anywhere. She resides with two dogs and a cat, who make 

sure she never takes herself too seriously. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading, 

movies, and trips to the beach.

Author Links: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads 





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The crescent moon disappeared slowly beneath a thin veil of clouds, and a shiver rushed through 

Mac, stopping her in mid-sentence. What her brother would have referred to as the heebie-jeebies raised 

goose bumps on both of her arms. She hugged herself, the balance of her words forgotten.

Get a grip, girl. There’s nothing sinister about the moon. Inhaling a deep breath, she glanced 

sideways at the man behind the wheel who studied her with an amused twinkle in his eyes.

She reached out to touch his arm. “Thanks for coercing me into this dumb ride-along tonight. It 

A scornful laugh burst from him. “Telling you I wasn’t going to cook for you ever again if you 

didn’t come doesn’t exactly qualify as coercion, Mac. But it’s good to see you laugh for a change, even if 

I am the butt of most of your jokes.”

“Don’t be a poor sport, Paddy.” Indeed, Mac had laughed until her cheeks ached. No one could 

get her out of a funk like Paddy. Clearly, he was concerned about her after her breakup with Douglas, 

the most recent disaster in a long line of unfortunate relationships he’d suffered through with her. She 

suspected the real reason behind his invitation was to get her out of the house and back among the living.

“Now see, there’s another thing. Do you think, while I’m on duty, you could refrain from calling 

me that?” He tried without success to hide his teasing smile.

Her gaze swept over him as he flipped on his blinker and turned onto Harbor Road. “I suppose 

you’d be wantin’ me ta call ya Patrick, all proper, would ya?”

One of his eyebrows shot upward as her fake brogue intensified. She shouldn’t taunt him, but 

then someone had to keep him from taking himself so seriously. Although, she had to admit he made a 

striking figure in his state trooper uniform, his badge displayed prominently on his shirtfront. It’d been his 

dream for as long as she could remember, and she’d been almost as proud as he was the day he graduated 

“Actually, I was thinkin’ you might call me Officer Callahan.”

He hadn’t gotten the name all the way out before she hooted and held her sides while she laughed 

helplessly. After a moment, and Paddy’s exasperated sigh, she managed to contain her amusement.

“Maybe...if we hadn’t been friends since we were both four years, you’ll always be 

Paddy Callahan—the blond-haired boy who played dress-up with me, who taught me how to cover 

second base, and talked me into going skinny-dipping more times than I want to remember.”

Best friends all of their lives, Mac knew Paddy better than he knew himself...and vice versa. 

She’d tagged him with his nickname back when she was too little to wrap her tongue around Patrick, and 

now he was stuck with it. Similarly, he’d rejected Samantha Anne McCallister as being way too long, and 

she’d been simply Mac from that day forward.

Her father had returned from Viet Nam with PTSD, which ruled out the possibility of him ever 

returning to the front lines. The Air Force, always quick to treat the symptoms instead of the cause, gave 

him a recruiting job where he stayed until he retired two years ago. After Mac’s mother quit her nursing 

position at the hospital, they’d sold out and moved to Anchorage. Now with Mac’s brother stationed at 

Anderson Air Force Base in Guam, Paddy had become the one she leaned on...probably too much. Bless 

his heart—he never seemed to mind.