Big Heart, Small Town Address

Lost in Texas is a slow burn, friends to lovers, scorching small town romance about a city girl that comes to a small town for business, and ends up staying at a ranch where a sexy cowboy lives. Although it ends with HEA, there is an addictive hook that leads to the next book in the series.The cowboy refusing to mourn. The city girl in a strange predicament. The scoundrel that thinks fiancés come with a price tag.Never, ever date a client. That's what I keep telling myself. Until Terence Daniels walks into my office. Fine. I caved. Biggest mistake of my life. Next thing I know I'm fleeing Louisiana, hunkering down with my best friend in Dallas. I'm starving, terrified, so confused, and I'm thinking…things just cannot get any worse. Until Kate's car breaks down outside this bar that looks like their patrons kill women with sticks. We have no choice but to go inside. What I find in there is nothing that I would expect. What unfolds in the coming weeks are more mistakes. Better ones. And then one that I'll forever call my favorite mistake.After the day I've had, I'd sooner eat my boot than cook something. My brother Zack agrees, so we go to this hillbilly bar, where we keep a tab. One cranky woman and her sidekick show up, looking like lawyers among us cowboys, and we ask if we can help. The cranky one thinks we're trying to steal her car, but the other one softens. All is fine and dandy until she hits us with something that would shock a groundhog back into his burrow until hell freezes over. The look in her eyes is what gets me. Fear. I can't stand that in a woman. Especially this one, with the tough exterior, making out like she's fine when inside she's a crumbling mess. Never figured she'd turn things around like she does. Never figured I'd be the one to help her put it all back together. Never figured she'd see right through me yet show me the way in a way that nobody else has.…and for the life of me, I never figured that she'd inadvertently bring so much danger to the ranch.HEA (Happily Ever After)Ranch romanceCowboy 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!

A woman he hates. A man she hates more. An unwanted child. And a man who tries to take it all away with one signature.As soon as Zack Walters walked into that sticky bar, I knew he couldn't put a sentence together without effort. To my surprise, I've learned that he's not a man of many words. His actions speak much louder. He didn't know what he was getting into when he mixed with me. Truth is, I didn't know, either. That's been my life. A laundry list of troubles isn't what anyone wants, especially when it comes to one pint-sized person. It isn't what I signed up for. It isn't what Zack signed up for, either. But most important, it isn't what a child should have to go through alone.She's silver-tongued, audacious, and a huge pain in my ass. But I was raised to help when help's needed. It's what I do. She thinks I'm a fool, and sometimes I believe her, but falling in love twice in the same week doesn't prove anyone wrong, least of all me. Despite the alarm bells going off all over, I can't stay away from these girls, and one of them won't let me leave. I just wish there were more guarantees. My brothers think that he'll take her away, and if he doesn't, with Kate's troubles, something else might. It's like a Euchre game. I just hope that my heart can trump their spades.…little do I know that the Euchre game is going to be trumped by a blast going off on the day that my brother says his vows.HEA (Happily Ever After)Hate to love romanceRanch romanceCowboy 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!

She returns home. He watches over her. Then they both find out the truth, amongst a killer…a day too late.Years ago, I left Clarkstown with a sour puss on my face and better hopes for the future. But what I ended up with was extra baggage, in more ways than one, and even more reasons to leave. Now that I'm home, I'm not sure if Austin Walters looks at me with pity, hatred…or something else, as most of the town folk do. But when he figures out the real reason why I left, he looks at me in a different light. Even more importantly, he realizes more of what I need now that I'm back. And now I seem to look at him and everyone else differently, thanks to him.Whinny has changed a lot. It's too bad that my family and my hometown can't see that. Never the thorn in anyone's side, as she thought she was, Whinny left. But now she's back, and she needs help. Mama always says that there's no point existing if we can't help each other. So, I do, regardless of the warnings and looks I get in the process. As I've told her many times before, Whinny is one of a kind. I just wish she'd believe it.With a new baby arriving in the family, another wedding, and a renewed hope for Whinny, none of us realizes that a stranger from Whinny's past is on his way to Clarkstown…with a gun in his hand and a score to settle.HEA (Happily Ever After)Ranch romanceCowboy 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!

She takes her secret to the grave. He can't live again until he knows. But will the person he trusts tell him before he loses everything…again?Nope, I won't do it. I've been offered many jobs over the years and stubbornly, I turn them down. But the what and when of this job offer may be too much to turn my cheek, especially when my boss is trying to sabotage me. And Jacob, damn, he's the reason I want to turn the job down, but he's also the reason I want to accept it. It's written all over his face. It's written in the contract. And the writing is all over the wall…in my guest bedroom.I've given her everything she could want. Sloane is the star employee, but Ruby warned me that she wouldn't cave for me. Not even for the tidy sum I'm offering her. A woman like that…I've only seen once before. Never thought I'd see that type again. But she's not for me, for so many reasons, and then something crazy happens, something that changes everything. And when Sloane is in my life, I have to stop myself. It's not what you think. I can't love anyone else. That part of me is dead.…but what if it was all a lie?…and what if I ruin everything, when the truth is only a screen touch away?HEA (Happily Ever After)Ranch romanceCowboy romanceOffice 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!

A secret crush. A filthy lie. A disastrous reunion. And a little present set to make an event more memorable…unless the wrong wire is cut and it all goes out with a bang.When I see him, for the first time since high school, I still cringe. Clearly, all those years were not enough. Nixon is as cocky and short-sighted as he always was, only this time, he's an acclaimed actor. It seems that he's forgotten all the heartache he caused me back in the day, but when it all comes to him, I'm met with a surprising fact that brings me back to earth. All this, on the night of the Academy Awards party, where my biggest client, Kayla, takes the stage and has her coveted moment. In the same breath, as she finishes her game-changing speech, we're all met with something we don't expect, and suddenly Kayla is not the only bomb.***If she walked a mile in my shoes, she wouldn't be focusing on some high school prank. But Rene is no more matured than she was when we were kids. Nobody knows the truth and as far as I'm concerned, we can keep it that way. Some old high school flame with a stick up her ass that's been stuck there since her teens, is the last thing I need. Except that when the chips come down, she's the only one there for the carnage. And then she learns the truth, and her eyes say something way different than they said when we were kids. But after lines are blurred and rules are broken, can we pick up where we left off? I'm not sure. And then the flash of a camera and a mic shoved in my face leads me to where I need to be... 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!

Grab the first five sizzling romances in this series Lost in Texas The cowboy refusing to mourn. The city girl in a strange predicament. The scoundrel that thinks fiancés come with a price tag. Found in Texas A woman he hates. A man she hates more. An unwanted child. And a man who tries to take it all away with one signature. Torn in Texas She returns home. He watches over her. Then they both find out the truth, amongst a killer…a day too late. Stuck in Texas The millionaire. The orphaned Texan woman. The deadly night that changes everything. The contract that nobody bargained for. Broken in Texas She takes her secret to the grave. He can't live again until he knows. But will the person he trusts tell him before he loses everything…again?