The perfect lie. The deception that goes viral. The truth that should set them free…but instead, it threatens to kill.Rachel Lewis has it all. Being a business consultant, she has a long list of successes, but an even longer list of potential relationships that she's never had. Until she meets Drake, a man with the perfect match for everything: a drowning business, a rock-solid work ethic, and unheard of talent. But just when she's about to cross that line between business and pleasure, a life-or-death lie ruins it all…or so she thinks.Drake Hatcher left the nest years ago to start a business. This is what he tells people. Including his own family. But deep in the bowels of his childhood lies a painful memory that's been locked away for decades. His brothers hate him. His folks miss him. Town elders know the real story. But when he comes home with a failed business and a broken heart, he meets Rachel, and suddenly things aren't nearly as dire.Until he learns a secret, from Rachel's best friend Kiley, that throws everything into a tailspin. And it's all about to blow up in the town's face…at the hands of a madman who's been watching from behind the scenes…and knows the perfect time to strike.HEA (Happily Ever After)Small town romanceRanch romanceMedical romanceSecond chance romanceMedium heatCourse languageCliffhanger ending Some have said that if you see me on the street (usually with a book in hand or a laptop fired up), I appear a cold, hard-fisted person. However, once we've spoken for five minutes or less, you'll have laughed at least once. That is, provided you appreciate sarcastic, self-deprecating wit.My first short story was penned in middle school and I was hooked ever since.I graduated with honours from Humber College and began working as an Administrative Coordinator for a large, multinational corporation shortly afterward. Quickly learning that the corporate world, despite the love I had for my job, is a slow killer of creativity, I chose to quit during maternity leave in 2006.Difficulty thinking outside the box soon evaporated when I received something that didn't come in one: my first child. While at home with the baby my imaginative energy got the better of me and my first memoir was written. It had been a dream of mine to write about my late father, who passed away from alcoholism in 1992, and it took me two years to compose a fifty-page manuscript, but I did it.After my second daughter was born in 2008 I had more fuel to write, and felt it necessary to voice the challenges and inherent gifts I acquired during my struggles with Scoliosis. Hence, my second memoir was born. The words flowed out of me with such ease I shocked myself.My love for words grew with each book I read and every word I wrote. I soon realized I had no more material to write non-fiction, which led me to take a stab at fiction. The next two books were such a revelation: it became more and more clear what my true calling was. The rest, as they say, is history!
