While I can’t claim authorship of any of the fabulous books in the picture, I am proud to call the following stories my own. Want to read an excerpt? Just click on the title!
*** Golden Heart Finalist under the title Don’t Trust A Man With Your Bra In His Hand! ***
Twelve years ago, on their last night as counselors at Camp Overlook, Libby Kovak gave Sam Catalano her heart, her trust, and what remained of her virginity after a summer of make-out sessions. Huddled together on a blanket by the shore of the St. Lawrence river they planned a future that included everything their eighteen-year-old hearts desired: teaching for her, college hockey for him, then a return to the camp and each other.
That was before he walked away – just when she needed him most.
Fast forward to the present. Libby is still at camp. Sam is a recently retired NHL MVP, single dad to an adorable toddler, and the new owner of Camp Overlook. The campfire isn’t the only thing sending off sparks this summer …
*** Golden Heart Finalist! ***
Gemini Wilder’s boyfriend just popped the question, and she’s screwed. She dearly loves her sweetie and would like nothing more than to settle down with him, but she’s a Wilder. Wilders don’t do marriage. They’ll do adultery, pornography, and identical twins, yes, but not “till death do us part.”
Just when she thinks things can’t get worse, a family funeral calls her to Vegas. Vegas, with her mother who keeps stop insisting that Gem should still be singing. Vegas, home of Gem’s ex-husband, who’s living out his dream and wants Gem back for the ride. Vegas – the city where Gemini Wilder will learn that before she can be true to anyone else, she must first be true to herself.
Ding Dong, The Rich Man’s Dead
No one is more Oz-centric than single mother South MacKenzie, owner of Yellow Brick Road Tours. South loves spending her days surrounded by all things Oz. The sudden death of her childcare provider’s evil husband leaves few in town mourning, but no one is prepared for the truth when South finds evidence that he was murdered. South soon finds herself battling feelings of maternal inadequacy as she seeks to prove her child care provider is not a murderer, blasting the time-stealers that are preventing her from preparing for her business accreditation visit, and banging up against a totally inappropriate attraction to her next door neighbor, Reverend Scott Sullivan, the Holy Hottie.
*** Golden Heart Finalist! ***
Three years ago, a bitter divorce destroyed marriage counselor Paige Alexander’s belief in happy endings. Her first tentative step toward new happiness – adopting a baby from overseas – is cut short when she is murdered along with Michael Murphy, the legal scum who divorced her best friend. Paige and Murph can get their lives back if they can find their killer and save a life that depends on them before their bodies are found. But their fates are tied: they will live or die together. Which doesn’t bother Paige until she learns that Murph wants to stay dead …
Running away from an unseen attacker led Leigh into a devastating storm. Running away from the man who could rescue her from the storm – Jack, the man who loved and left her – leaves her dead. Worse, she caused the death of Jack’s young daughter along with hers. Leigh can get their lives back if she can discover who was trying to kill her before their bodies are found. But Leigh soon learns that murderous attackers are nothing compared to the dangers presented by the ghosts of her mother, Elvis, and her supposedly dead love for Jack.
Everyone in Oak Bay, New York, knows that Kirk Delaney burnt down the town’s top tourist attraction the night of his high school graduation, right before he ran away. Now he’s back to sell off the property left to him by his father and convince his mother to move to Phoenix with him. But Lydia, proprietor of the Second Cup coffee shop and widow of the town hero, doesn’t care about his past. She’s more interested in what he’s doing now, and if he would like to liven up his time in town by doing it with her.
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Hi Kris, just stopped by to say hi. Yes, I know that rhymed, but it was well timed, I’m watching Whinnie the Pooh with my . . . can’t rhyme anymore . . . daughter. I’ll have to check out one of your books. I’m writing one of my own and I’m learning about how to market it when I complete it. It is actually a great way to stall and not actually write, I’ve found. Lots of twitter lately and I tell myself it is to build a platform. I guess it is true, but I’m going to have to finish it at some point, right? Best of luck to you.
Karen, thanks! LOVE the rhymes, and oh, I hear you on the stalling
Sometimes I swear that’s half the battle …