Follow

Keep in contact through the following social networks or via RSS feed:

  • Follow on Facebook
  • Follow on Twitter
  • Follow on GoodReads
Newsletter
Join Newsletter

Out on a Limb, coming September 18th!

It has been a hot, busy summer! Glad it will soon be fall, my favorite season. I am excited to announce book 3 of my contemporary romantic suspense series, Can’t Help Falling is coming soon! Book three, OUT ON A LIMB, will be available at all retail sites on September 18th! 

MaryJo Mullaney is out on a limb . . . literally. High in a tree in the middle of a gusting rainstorm. No glasses. No shoes. No coat. Rescuing her cat, Jack– who doesn’t realize he needs rescuing. Banker by day, hacker by night, she’s given up on the male species. Except Jack.

Coding his next blockbuster software release, millionaire developer Travis Lockwood, discovers a spy perched in the tree outside his second floor window. A rival developer out for a little espionage. This time he’ll take matters into his own hands.

Rescuing MaryJo is a breath of fresh air for the workaholic loner. Convincing the beautiful hacker that a hot, no-strings affair is better than a relationship may prove challenging. Because MaryJo has rules. Specifically, a seven-date-rule. Battling wills with the stubborn beauty ticks him off– yet, somehow makes him try even harder to win. But, risking his heart might be the greatest victory of all.  

When corporate espionage morphs into threats against MaryJo, they will battle a faceless enemy bent on destruction. At stake: his company . . . or MaryJo’s life.   

 

Out of Reach coming soon!

It has been a crazy winter and spring. I apologize to all those who have asked what’s taking so long with Alyssa and Teagan’s story. But I am excited to finally announce book 2 of my romantic suspense series, Can’t Help Falling is coming soon! Book two, OUT OF REACH, will be available on Amazon June 10th! 

Out of Reasons . . .

            Member of an elite Army Ranger squad specializing in black ops, Teagan ‘TJ’ O’Brien has traveled halfway around the world, returning home to Boston before another dangerous tour of duty. Discovering a beautiful squatter in his apartment after a sixteen hour flight is simply . . . unacceptable.  

            When Teagan breaks down the door, Alyssa Barnes’ memories come flooding back. One horrible, amazing night she’s never managed to erase– ending with Teagan’s leap from her bedroom window. Now, she’ll be forced to rely on the proven flight risk to catch the stalker who wants her out of the picture. 

             TJ’s best friend made him promise only one thing– stay away from his sister. Maintaining several continents between them has worked just fine. When their paths unexpectedly cross again, he wants to believe it’s only to keep Alyssa safe. Because hunting a stalker is easier than resisting the woman he left behind.

 

Where There's Smoke, There's S'mores

I am not a summer person. I love the IDEA of summer. Waking to birds chirping. Days at the beach. Ballgames. S’mores. Barbecues. Peach, strawberry and watermelon festivals. Hell, any festival at all! They’re all awesome. Dining outdoors at an umbrella table. Fruity, overpriced summer drinks.  

But the reality of summer? Not so much. Shirt clinging to your back as you race to work each day. Only four days at the beach, two of which rained. Summer nights on the deck, the soft whir of mosquitoes buzzing your head as they launch a strategic assault on your person. A sultry evening breeze– thick with honeysuckle and the string of obscenities my husband mutters as the charcoals refuse to light.

Grilling at our house is an adventure, testing not only skill, but endurance. Do you really have what it takes? The blinding, acrid smoke– once the coals finally catch. The drinking involved to get you that far. The orange glow of flames licking at the sirloin that would have been dinner– had it not fallen onto the coals. The scorched veggies that you attempted to grill after seeing it on a cooking show. Because… how hard could that be? The charred but loving offerings served up after admitting defeat once again. The loving family dialogue at the kitchen table– (because it’s too effing hot to eat outside after an hour spent lurched over a grill). “Mom, it’s overdone. Underdone. Insert complaint here.” The carcinogenic risks involved in eating the tortured results. The bloodshot eyes.   

The upside? Long after dinner is over . . . the burnt offerings digested (maybe) the grill is now an inferno. Those coals are runnin’ hot. We could grill a twenty pound turkey now. I could grill a week’s worth of dinners now. Which can only mean . . . it’s time for s’mores. One more sacrifice to the alter of the barbecue. Marshmallows on fire. To celebrate the end of another glorious summer.