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Monday, July 15, 2019


Up for preorder, available now on Google Play. JUST ONE KISS, new romantic comedy! Here's an excerpt.

The GPS put her within two miles of her destination. Her pulse kicked up. Impatience pushed her foot down a little harder on the accelerator. Picking her gaze up from the road, she eased down on the brake as a sleepy little house emerged from the darkness.
How thoughtful of Roberta to leave the light over the front door on. As she signaled for a turn, she frowned to see another car in the driveway. Maybe Roberta had a spare car? Could she have forgotten about Meg’s arrival date?
She pulled up next to a silver BMW SUV. Hmm, maybe Roberta had custody of the house already?
Meg opened the trunk and took out two bags. The rest could wait until the morning.
She jostled Charlie. “Sweetheart. Charlie. Dear. We’re here. Can you get up long enough to get into bed?”
Meg prayed the beds were made up already. Charlie mumbled something, rubbed his face and slid out the door. He stumbled his way up the cement path with his mother toting the bags right behind him. Meg fished the key from her purse. She put it in the lock and swung the door wide open.
As Charlie tripped up the step into the house, the sound of barking, once faint grew louder. As the boy moved inside, the hound from Hell, snarling, teeth bared bounded into the room. Charlie and his mother screamed at the same time!
Seeking escape, Meg fled to the dining room, dragging Charlie behind her. The dog nipped at the boy. Using all her strength, Meg grabbed him by the waist and vaulted him onto the table. Then she scrambled onto a chair, then the table with the black dog close behind.
She and Charlie clung to each other screaming. The dog jumped, but Meg raised her foot and kicked its snout. The dog yelped.
“Hey! Don’t kick my dog!” came a masculine voice.
Meg looked up. “Call off your dog!”
“Come here, Coco. Did the bad lady hurt you?” A man dressed only in boxers, followed by a young boy in pajamas fussed about the dog. The animal calmed down for a moment before it snarled again at Meg and Charlie.
“It’s okay, Coco. I don’t think she’s armed.”
“Call off your dog!” she repeated, only louder.
“I will, if you tell me what you’re doing breaking into my house.” Despite his words, the man grasped the dog’s collar and held her at bay.
Slowly, Meg let go of her son. “You okay? Did the dog bite you?”
Charlie nodded. “I don’t think so. She ripped my pants.”
Meg examined the boy’s leg. “Damn. She did. You’ll pay for new pants, mister. And by the way, what are you doing squatting in my house?”
“Your house?” His eyebrows rose.
“You heard me. Keep that beast away from me,” she said, easing her way down from the table.
“I paid to rent this house for the entire summer! So get out before I call the cops.” Rusty frowned.
“Cops? Please do! I paid to rent this house for the entire summer. This is thirty-five Pond Road, isn’t it?”
The man yanked open the front door and checked the number nailed there. “It is. I have paperwork.”
“You? I have paperwork, too!”
“I’m calling the cops,” he said, leaving the room.
“Fine with me.” Meg folded her arms across her chest. “And take the beast with you.”
“Come on, Coco. You don’t have to stay here and be insulted.”
“What kind of dog is it?” Charlie asked.
“Rottweiler,” the other boy replied.
“I’m Charlie.”
“Tommy. Wanna see my room?”
“Don’t leave my sight. The dog isn’t safe!”
“Aw, Coco won’t hurt you. You’re with me.”
Despite his mother’s words, Charlie went off with Tommy.
The man returned with his cell phone in hand.
“Come on, Coco,” the boy called, and the Rottie obeyed, following the boys into the back of the house.
“I’d like to report an intruder,” Rusty said into his cell.

A bit about the book:

Advised by his son’s school to up his game as a single parent, arrogant ex-baseball star, Rusty Reisse, takes a hiatus from his broadcasting career to spend the summer with his son.
Rusty hopes to bond with Tommy in rural Pine Grove. His plan blows up when Meg Gunderson, a brainiac schoolteacher, shows up with her son, claiming the house is hers. When police compare receipts, they discover Rusty and Meg have rented the same house.
A widow, Meg, schemes to get Rusty out. He’s equally determined to send her packing. Although a war of words ensues, the boys become friends. Obligated to share the digs for the duration, they’re forced to declare a reluctant truce.

While no longer openly hostile, they still snipe at each other, too stubborn to admit their growing attraction. When their vacation ends abruptly, will their chemistry vanish, too, with the summer sun and fresh corn-on-the cob? 

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Friday, June 28, 2019


Pine Grove, book 5
Pre-order now
Releasing 7/21


Advised by his son’s school to up his game as a single parent, arrogant ex-baseball star, Rusty Reisse, takes a hiatus from his broadcasting career to spend the summer with his son.

Rusty hopes to bond with Tommy in rural Pine Grove. His plan blows up when Meg Gunderson, a brainiac schoolteacher, shows up with her son, claiming the house is hers. When police compare receipts, they discover Rusty and Meg have rented the same house.

A widow, Meg, schemes to get Rusty out. He’s equally determined to send her packing. Although a war of words ensues, the boys become friends. Obligated to share the digs for the duration, they’re forced to declare a reluctant truce.

While no longer openly hostile, they still snipe at each other, too stubborn to admit their growing attraction. When their vacation ends abruptly, will their chemistry vanish, too, with the summer sun and corn-on-the cob?








Saturday, March 30, 2019

What people are saying about... "YOU BELONG TO ME"

What people are saying about "You Belong to Me:" 

April 9, 2019
Format: Kindle EditionVerified Purchase
A well-written small town, second chance romance with characters who ring true. They're your friends, relatives and the people next door. You want them to have their happy-ever-after, and as with any true romance, you won't be disappointed.

April 2, 2019
Format: Paperback

April 1, 2019
Format: Paperback

These characters are so easy to visualize, they came to life on the pages. The little boy, darling! Reminded me of my guys when they were that age. And the one moment, (I don't want to give it away,) it brought tears to my eyes. A fabulous story from a talented author!


Here's a new excerpt: 

Cal stopped at the front window to check out Giselle’s place. She inched her way down the slippery walk toward her mailbox. He shook his head. Where the hell are her boots? He wanted to turn away but couldn’t. Finally, he threw open the door and strode across the street. Opening her postbox, he snatched the mail inside and then joined her.
“Here. Where are your boots?”
“I didn’t realize it was this slippery.”
“Didn’t you look?” he asked, anger tinging his tone.
“I-I-I didn’t see the ice.”
“Well, it’s there. Next time, look. Or just put on boots. This is Pine Grove, remember? You grew up here. I wear out a pair of boots every year. You’re going to get hurt if you don’t dress for the weather.”
“Thank you.” She took the mail from his hand, ignoring his admonishment.
“Suit yourself. But when you fall and break something, don’t cry for me.”
She stiffened. “Don’t worry, Cal, I won’t. I could be dying on the ground and I wouldn’t call for you,” she said, her tone colder than a glacier.
He stepped back, as if he’d been slapped. “Pardon me for trying to help.”
“Is that what you were trying to do? Help? Seemed more like seizing an opportunity to yell at me. What’s eating you, Cal? It’s been a million years. You got over me in thirty seconds. You married someone else. What gives you the right to be so hostile to me?”
“Got over you in thirty seconds? I’m not the one who walked out, who took off for Europe. I’m not the one who left me high and dry. Who agreed, in five seconds, to date other people? That wasn’t me, lady. You practically told me to find someone else. I can’t help it if you didn’t.”
Her jaw tightened, and her lips compressed into a thin line. “Whether I found someone else or not is none of your business.”
“Damn right it isn’t. And my marriage isn’t any of yours.”
“Leave me alone, Cal.” Straightening her shoulders, she pushed by him.
“My pleasure,” he said, making an exaggerated bow to her back.
She stopped and called over her shoulder. “And it was you who said we should see other people. Don’t hang that on me.” She tossed her hair and continued on her way.
Gripping the handrail, Giselle went up her steps slowly but without incident. Cal stood, watching. There was something about her, something different. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but Giselle had never been wobbly before. Of course, it had been six years, but she was still young. What had happened to make her so unsure on the path and the steps?
She must be hiding whatever it was. Just like Giselle, never wanting to admit she was less than perfect. Well, hell, she’d sure told him off. Why should he even be curious? She’d ordered him to leave her alone, and that’s exactly what he’d do.

Cal brushed the snow off his sleeves and trudged home. Giselle Davenport made it completely clear she wasn’t his concern. Didn’t he have enough to worry about without adding her to the list? He’d take her advice and bug off. Time to face the fact she didn’t belong to him anymore, and probably never had.

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Wednesday, March 20, 2019

YOU BELONG TO ME - brand-new small-town romance. Up for preorder, releasing April 9.

Here's an (unedited) excerpt. Take a peek into Cal and Giselle's life... 

A man approached her with a piece of paper. She made some gestures before signing. She brought the paper right up to her face before scribbling something with a pen. Hmm, he didn’t remember her being that nearsighted.  She must have left her glasses inside. But he didn’t recollect her wearing glasses, either. He shrugged it off. Things change over time, he figured.
As he got to the place where their paths paralleled each other, he stopped. After the massive truck pulled out of her driveway, he faced her.
“You’re back?” he called out, narrowing his eyes.
She gave him a semi-smile and made her way down the walk. Halfway down, she stepped on an icy patch, slid, and went down hard on her butt.
“Ouch!” she blurted out.
Cal was by her side in a second. He grabbed her elbow and yanked her to her feet.
“You hurt?” He raised his hand to clean off her bottom but stopped in the nick of time.
Brushing off her pants, she shook her head. “Thanks.” She moved out of his grasp.
 “What are you doing here?” Cal asked, struggling to keep belligerence out of his voice, but failing.
“In Pine Grove? It’s my hometown. I’ve always lived here.”
“Okay, then. On Pond Road? Right across the street from me?” His folded his arms across his chest.
“It wasn’t intentional. I needed a ranch. Small. Julia picked it out for me before I got back.”
“Oh? Julia? And she didn’t know I lived here?”
“I guess not. I think it was the only small ranch on the market.”
“What do you need a ranch for? What’s wrong with your father’s Victorian?”
“None of your business,” she said, pushing by him. “Thanks for the neighborly welcome,” she sniffed.
“I did help you up,” he said.
“And I thanked you. I could have gotten up by myself.”
“But you didn’t need to, did you?”
She whirled around and faced him. “What do you want? A medal? Should I call the newspaper? You did something neighborly and nice, but don’t ask me to give you a Purple Heart.” Giselle raised her chin for a second, then turned back and continued on her way.
He stood, frozen in place, watching her walk away. She still had that haughty sway, the “I’m- better-than-you swing of her hips he’d so admired six years ago. Today it simply appeared condescending and haughty.
At the stairs, she slipped again and went right down on the step. From where he stood, it appeared that her shin fell right on the edge of the flagstone. She uttered a cry of pain and stopped. Her shoulders heaved once.
“Well, I suppose you can get up from that one on your own,” he said, his tone meaner than he intended.
“Damn right,” she called over her shoulder. But, for several minutes, she clutched the railing with one hand, and her leg with the other.
Cal gave in, strode over, and slid his hand under her elbow.
“I’ve got it,” she said, attempting to wiggle out of his grasp.
“No, you don’t. Why don’t you just shut up and let me help you?” he asked, easing her up. She leaned against him for a moment.
“Thanks. I’ve got it,” she choked out, staring straight ahead and gripping the bannister.
“Then I’ll just mosey on home,” he said, backing away from her property. His gaze stayed glued to her back. Slowing his pace, he waited for her to move. Finally, she limped up the steps and fiddled around at the lock. Boy, she’d sure gotten clumsy since he’d last seen her. He shook his head and continued on his way home.


Here's a bit about the book: 

Cal promised to wait for her. It was only for one year while Giselle pursued her dream job in Paris. Devastated when he marries someone else, she remains in Europe. When her failing eyesight forces her to abandon her work, she returns to Pine Grove--only to find that Cal, now a widower with a young son, lives across the street.  

Each nurses a broken heart and vows to never let that happen again. But a small boy brings them together in unexpected ways. Can they move beyond the past to rebuild trust and a future together? Or will the truth of what happened all those years ago keep them apart? 

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Friday, March 8, 2019


A rugged, indelible heroine headlines a riveting tale.” ~ Kirkus Reviews

Highest praise you can receive from one of the most respected journals in the country. Curious? Want to know more? Here's an excerpt from STATUS:MISSING: 

“Get me the info on the flight.” Other members of the task force were filing in now, looking sleepy, tired, and pissed off. “Grab as many people as you need. I want everything.”
“Aren’t you jumping the gun?” Jude asked. “We aren’t even sure the plane is in trouble.”
“Do you really believe everything is fine?”
Jude shook his head. “No.”
“I didn’t think so.”
The director clicked back on the line. “What do you need, Major Sloan?”
Amazing what a phone call from the right person could accomplish. “Global 2455. Somebody needs to make contact with the flight deck. Try the radio first. If it doesn’t work, try the secondary system.” Every airliner came equipped with the text-based Aircraft Communications and Reporting System (ACARS). While radio communications were mostly restricted to talking with air traffic controllers, ACARS allowed ground-to-aircraft communications regarding weather, routing, and gate assignments, as well as functioning as a backup system if radio communications were lost. “We need every commercial aircraft within five hundred miles of Hawaii to try to contact Global 2455 on Guard Frequency. That’s 121.5 if you don’t know.”
“I know what it is, damn it,” the director grumbled. “I’ll get right back to you.” He clicked off.
I passed the handset to Jude. “Sanchez! What have you got?”
More office manager than analyst, Sanchez hustled over with his familiar yellow pad.
When Jude swore, it almost never meant anything good. “What?”
“It’s gone. Disappeared.”
I searched the wall of monitors for the tiny pinpoint representing Global flight 2455. “Just like that? It’s gone?”
“Just like that,” Jude confirmed. “Just like the others. Here one second, gone the next.”
Except we hadn’t been watching the others when they disappeared. We’d found out after the fact on the others. This was different. Because we’d been watching this particular radar blip, we might have a chance of locating the plane in a timely manner. And, if our operating theory proved correct, we might find the person or persons behind the missing planes.
“Last known position?” I signaled Sanchez to write it down. With no radar image to draw from, Jude rattled off the coordinates. “We need eyes on this plane, or what’s left of it, right now. Sanchez, get Rodgers on the horn again.”
Ordering fighter jets into the air to search for a missing plane was way above my pay grade, and if there was one thing I’d learned from my time in the field, it was to let each member of your team do what they did best.

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Wednesday, January 16, 2019


The Pine Grove series is now a trilogy. The first book, Unpredictable Love, is now only $0.99 - for a limited time. 

Uh oh. Amber signed her sister’s name on a pen pal letter to a Marine. As usual, Jory Walker was stuck fixing her sister’s little white lie.  

When letters poured in from SSGT Trent Stevens in Afghanistan, Jory had no choice but to correspond. Sure he’d be drooling over Amber’s bikini photo, thinking it was Jory. Since they’d never meet, what harm could it do if she sent him a few letters?

Would her charade boomerang replacing happiness with pain? What started off as an innocent ruse, morphed into a monstrous web of deceit. Maybe unpredictable love was destined to break her heart. 

Only $0.99 - for a limited time. Get it now!

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Here's book 2, "Break My Heart" 

   When fire ripped through his home, trapping his beautiful golden retriever, Breaker pushed firemen aside to rescue his beloved dog. While heading for the stairs with the canine in his arms, a falling beam crushed them, killing the animal and scarring Breaker’s face.
   Life, as the famous Breaker Winslow, disappeared. With his career finished, Rick appealed to his friends –who turned their backs on him.    
   Broken, despondent, and alone, he takes refuge in a decrepit farm house in rural Pine Grove. Can the man who had success and love around every corner rebuild his life or is escape the only answer? 

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The newest book in the series, book 3 is "Renovating the Billionaire." 

Get rid of the house and sell the land. Bulldozing the broken-down mansion billionaire Stryker Alexander West inherited solves an annoying problem. Busy launching a new venture, he doesn’t have time to waste on sentiment. Taking down the historic building should be a slam-dunk. But Stryker comes up against a stone wall in the form of Landmark chair, Jess Lennox.

Supporting her brother and juggling a hard life, Jess refuses to approve a permit to demolish the old house. No way will she let arrogant, wealthy Mr. West destroy her dream. Unwilling to accept defeat, Stryker’s confident he can prevail.  He insists staying in town is about winning and has nothing to do with heat from a determined blonde.

Too stubborn to budge, Jess holds fast, struggling against her attraction to her worst enemy. Will the winner of the battle lose at love?  

Here are 2 short excerpts: 

Meet Stryker Alexander West:

Aunt Minnie had been his father’s big sister. She was lively, happy, and inquisitive, always poking into his personal business and giving him unwanted advice. She’d been a one-woman matchmaker, trying to marry him off until two years ago, when he turned forty. Then even Minnie West threw in the towel, declaring that he was not marriage material. So what? He doubted he was missing anything other than a messy, expensive divorce.
Stryker West enjoyed playing the field, taking his pleasure whenever and wherever he could. He’d never been at a loss for female companionship. His billions, his most attractive quality, he assumed, made marriage a risk he preferred not to take.


Meet Jess Lennox, newly minted Landmark Committee chair of Pine Grove
Like there are any buildings to be landmarked anyway,” someone muttered.
“Oh, but there are,” Jess replied.
“Like what?”
“Like that big old house on 113,” she said.
A murmur ran through the crowd.
“Excuse me, Miss,” said an unrecognized, deep voice. Jess turned toward the man.
“Chair recognizes Mr. West.”
“Do you mean to say that you are landmarking that house?” he asked.
“Damn right I am. Of course, I will give it further study. But as of right now, my recommendation to the Town Supervisor is that no one bulldoze that building.”
“But it’s decrepit. It’s falling down,” the stranger argued.
“Nope. It’s completely stable. And it dates back to the early 1800s”
“That building now belongs to me, and I’m planning to take it down.”
Jess’s heart skipped a beat. Sweat broke out on her forehead. Take it down? Destroy her home, her dream? No way!
“Think again, Mister. No one’s touching that house unless it’s to fix it up.”

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