By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer

Catherine. DeeDee. Paris. Kano had hoped to never deal with the three again. The woman he loved, her dragon of a mother, and a city to bring the best—and worst—memories to mind. A return trip leads to a conversation with DeeDee, which sheds more light on who is behind Bullard’s murder in that planned plane explosion.

After seeing Catherine again, Kano can’t stop thinking about her. That young woman matured into someone he couldn’t have imagined and now can’t forget. However, he’s afraid her powerful mother is setting him up to die—yet again.

Catherine hadn’t expected to see Kano again, but this time she’s not letting him walk away. And she’s prepared to face off against her snake of a mother to save him. Catherine must plumb the depths of her own soul and that of her family to save Kano—and herself.

Bullard’s still missing and his team is determined to find him and eliminate those who are trying to do the same to them. All the clues are leading to DeeDee and her crew which doesn’t make sense but yet it does.

Kano has history here, DeeDee’s daughter Catherine is someone he loved a long time ago, but she wasn’t ready to know the truth of everything around her.

As we get our first look at Catherine her mother tells her Kano’s coming and the conversation somehow turns to DeeDee’s husbands and the fact they’re all dead. She really hoped Kano would stay away from her mother, but obviously that’s not going to happen. A text to Kano gets a response that has her going to the dinner they’re having with ‘the black widow’.

This is a favorite scene of that dinner.

Kano leaned toward DeeDee. “In that case, maybe you’ll do your best to help us find him then?”

At that, her mother’s gaze widened. “You think he’s alive?” She sat forward eagerly.

“Absolutely,” he said. “We’re just figuring out if he was kidnapped or if somebody else is hiding him, since people are still after him.”

“People like Bullard always have people after them,” DeeDee said. “That’s the way you judge them, by the enemies they have.”

“Says you,” Kano said easily. “Not everybody thinks that same way.”

“Then they’re fools,” she said. “I heard he had crashed,” she admitted abruptly. Just then the waiters arrived, and silence fell on the table. The food was served, including Catherine’s dish. She smiled her thanks, and, once the waitstaff disappeared, Kano looked back at her mother and asked, “What did you hear?”

“I heard that the plane had been blown up,” she said. “That’s not exactly something you can keep quiet.”

“Who did you hear it from?”

“One of my men,” she said.

“Gregg?”

“No. If Gregg had come to me, I could have helped him,” she snapped. “I would never have blamed him for Bullard’s crash.”

“And yet somebody who worked for you tried to persuade him to be a part of it.”

“When they couldn’t,” she said, with a shrug, “they tried to blame Gregg. Everybody needs a patsy.”

“And the people who work for you were behind this?”

“Nobody said they were behind it,” she said. “And they aren’t people who work for me. They were people who used to work for me.”

“So tell me about them.”

“Rod is an arrogant SOB, who thinks he’s too good to work for a woman,” she said immediately. “He has aligned himself with a bunch of people I rejected as not having sufficient qualities or the correct morals to work for the company,” she said, “but water will always find its own level, and he found his.”

“You think they’re behind it?”

She frowned. “I wouldn’t have thought so,” she said, “but it would be hard to decide that without more information.”

“Any idea where we can find their offices?”

“As far as I know, they’ve all hit the ground, running in the opposite direction. Whatever the hell you guys did in England these last couple days has split them all up.”

“Or made it look like they’re split up,” Kano said.

She frowned and nodded. “You never really can tell,” she said. “They’re rats, all of them.”

“Interesting,” he murmured.

She glared at him. “You might not like me,” she said, “but you did almost become my son-in-law.”

“Maybe,” he said, “and you’re right. I don’t particularly like you.”

She laughed out loud at that. “Good thing,” she snapped, “because I would have taken off your head at some point in time. You hurt my daughter. That’s inexcusable.”

It was all Catherine could do to keep her mouth shut on that point.

Her mother looked at her and said, “You never did understand, did you?”

“I still don’t apparently,” she said. “Why would you have anything to do with Kano and me?”

“Because you were too innocent,” she said. “Somebody had to look after you.”

“That’s how you raised me,” she said.

“I did, but I didn’t expect you to be quite so …” And she left it hanging.

“So naïve?”

“Yes, that’s true. Naïve is a good way to describe it.”

She frowned at her mother. “I’m not that bad,” Catherine said.

“Not now,” she said. “You’re finally showing a bit of spine. But you’re still a long way off. You’re like a kitten with these little claws.”

The insult was blatant. Catherine wasn’t sure what was behind it, but she took it with a bright smile. “I see you’re as direct as always,” she said.

“It’s not as if you’ve had lunch or dinner with me in the last year, have you?”

“No, I haven’t,” she said, “but I don’t live here permanently either.”

“Yet Kano crooks his finger, and here you are,” she said snidely.

“You don’t know anything about the relationship that I have with Kano,” Catherine said coolly. “Or why I may have come. The fact remains, you never invited me.”

“I didn’t know you were in town, did I?”

At that, Catherine burst out with honest laughter.

“That is definitely a lie,” she said. “Dear Mother, you always keep track of where I am every moment in the day.”

Her mother glared at her. “You’re my daughter. What do you expect me to do?”

“I’m not sure,” she said. “You’ve never been a typical mother, so typical mother things don’t apply.”

“Maybe I can learn,” her mother said.

Was that a note of desperation? Catherine decided she’d imagined it. “I don’t think so,” she said. “You are who you are.”

“Damn right I am,” she said, “and the sooner you accept that, the better off everybody will be.”

“Interesting,” she said. “I didn’t think what I believed impacted you in any way,” she said.

“It doesn’t.” And, with a sneer, she looked at the guys. “I’ll send you an address,” she said. “It’s the last one I have for that group. I was keeping tabs on them to see how much trouble they could get into. If they had anything to do with Bullard, I don’t know about it.”

“Good enough,” Kano said.

DeeDee had finished her dinner, and, without a word, she stood, waved her hand, and said, “The least you can do is pay for my dinner.” At that, she turned and walked out.

Fallon muttered, “We intended to in the first place.”

Her mother laughed and disappeared from sight.

“It’s just my mother’s way to have a parting shot, so it makes her look in control,” Catherine murmured, setting her fork on her almost empty plate.

Kano looked at her in surprise.

She smiled a little sheepishly and said, “Yes, I’ve grown up.”

“Good,” he said, with feeling.

“You don’t have to make it sound that bad.”

He flushed in surprise.

She pivoted in her seat to face him. “I was young. I was naïve— make that stupid. I know,” she said. “I’ve spent a lot of years trying to regain control of my life.”

“Sounds like you have,” he said.

She shrugged. “There was room.”

“Sure,” he said, “but just because there’s room doesn’t mean people are ready to make the change they need to.”

“And not everybody,” she said, “is capable of seeing the change that has to be made.”

He tilted his head, focused on Catherine’s eyes, her expression. “Sounds like you have come a long way. I’m glad for you,” he said, with a nod.

“What about you?”

He stared at her, nonplussed.

She smiled. “You never did know what to do with direct talk, did you?”

“I can talk directly with the best of them, but, once it comes to relationship stuff, it gets a whole lot more confusing.”

At that, she burst out laughing. “Not really,” she said. “It’s actually very, very simple.”

“No. No, it isn’t,” he said, “because, right now, you’re talking in circles, and I’m not sure what you’re trying to say.”

“I’m not trying to say anything,” she said, “but it was important to me— for my growth and for my future— that I let you know that I’m no longer the same innocent child that I was.”

“And, for that, I’m happy,” he said sincerely.

She smiled, nodded, and said, “I’m happy with my growth too.” She placed her napkin beside her plate. Then she stood, and both men stood at her side. She turned to Fallon. “It was nice meeting you, Fallon.”

“Likewise,” he murmured, and she also felt a certain sincerity in his words. Feeling triumphant, she quickly made good on her exit.
Dale Mayer. Kano’s Keep (Kindle Locations 359-428). Valley Publishing.

The dinner is just the starting point, there are still many unanswered questions.

Catherine’s profession also adds some interesting twists in this tale as the guys help her out. There’s plenty of attraction between her and Kano, but there’s also the problem of her mother.

With action, suspense, more than a little intrigue and a love that never really died, we get closer to the truth of what’s happened with Bullard.

5 Contented Purrs for Dale!

Dale Mayer

Dale Mayer is a USA Today bestselling author best known for her Psychic Visions and Family Blood Ties series. Her contemporary romances are raw and full of passion and emotion (Second Chances, SKIN), her thrillers will keep you guessing (By Death series), and her romantic comedies will keep you giggling (It’s a Dog’s Life and Charmin Marvin Romantic Comedy series).

She honors the stories that come to her – and some of them are crazy and break all the rules and cross multiple genres!

To go with her fiction, she also writes nonfiction in many different fields with books available on resume writing, companion gardening and the US mortgage system. She has recently published her Career Essentials Series. All her books are available in print and ebook format.

By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer

Nash has been struggling to get back on his feet after his last set of surgeries. He pushed for a transfer to Hathaway House on an old friend’s recommendation and finally made it there—after multiple frustrating delays—only to find that he isn’t ready for the strides he hopes to make in the new facility.

To add insult to injury, on his first day at Hathaway House, he comes face-to-face with Alicia, the only woman he’s ever loved and the last woman he’d want to see him in his current condition.

Alicia let Nash go more than a decade ago, unwilling to settle for a long-distance relationship with the sailor, certain that her future would bring other dreams and other loves. But, when her brother fell ill, all her dreams shattered. She devoted herself to nursing him and, after his death, to helping others.

Seeing Nash again is both pleasure and pain. The rapport between them is instant, as if the years apart had never happened. But, if they couldn’t make things work back then, when life was bright and new, do the people they’ve become in the years since have a shot at a future together?

Nash is getting frustrated, there’s a bed for him a Hathaway House but he hasn’t yet been cleared. While this isn’t uncommon, in his case a four day wait becomes eleven and he was more than ready to start fresh. He promised his roommate Owen he would let him know how things work out. Like many new residents he first starts to check things out, only to step wrong and hurt himself. On top of the travel stress and general tiredness the pain and cramping is intense.

Having read the other books in this series, when Shane walks in and starts asking him questions about the hows and location of the pain then offers a massage of the area, I was screaming let him help you! Sigh alas Nash is going to suffer in silence for a bit.

Then he hears a voice he recognizes but thinks it’s his imagination. His once girlfriend Alicia couldn’t be here. He didn’t tell anyone he was coming this close to home. Nursing wasn’t what Alicia was planning on doing, but then people do change their minds, or circumstances do.

Alicia is on his team and he’s okay with that, but she still hasn’t come in to say hello like others on his team have. She has a conversation with Dani before she does, I really loved their reunion in spite of the professionalism.

This is a favorite scene.

She smiled at him and said, “Hello, Nash. It’s been a long time.”

“A long time, a lot of years, and a lot of distance,” he admitted slowly. Then he smiled and said, “You still look gorgeous.”

She flushed. “I forgot how easily you could turn a compliment,” she said with the shake of her head.

“You used to like it,” he said. “Also I never lie. I meant it. You still look stunning. I, on the other hand, I’m a broken caricature of when you last saw me.”

“But the inside hasn’t changed, I hope,” she said as she walked in slowly. “You used to be very caring and friendly, willing to help anybody.”

“Maybe,” he said. “But our circumstances have certainly changed, and my abilities have certainly changed, so I’m not the one to step up anymore.”

“Understood,” she said. “Right now you’re the one who needs help, and I don’t remember you being very good at accepting help.”

He gave a harsh laugh at that. “I doubt that’s changed,” he said with a nod. “Figures that you’d remember that.”

“Well, you were a bit on the stubborn side,” she said with a chuckle.

“A bit?” He smiled at her. “It’s good to see you, but I don’t remember nursing being part of your future plans.”

“Nope,” she said. “Remember Jerry, my brother?”

He nodded.

“He ended up with cancer, and he’s gone,” she said, feeling even now— two years after his passing and the seven years before that dealing with his cancer— tears forming at the back of her eyes. “He didn’t go very quickly, and it sent me on a path, out of frustration, of trying to do something to help him, and there was just nothing I could do. So I thought that maybe I could help somebody else instead,” she said quietly.

He nodded slowly. “I’m sure that health care has received a guardian angel,” he said. “I’m so sorry about Jerry. He was always the jokester of the group.”

“Well, the laughter finally left him,” she said. “His last few months were absolutely terrible. During that time, I’ve never been so traumatized, prayed so often, and wished for so much that could never be. My parents split up afterward. They couldn’t handle his loss. Instead of bringing them closer, it broke them up, and that was another whole trauma that I wasn’t prepared to deal with.” She then added, “I don’t know. It’s their problem, but, at the same time, it doesn’t feel like it’s just their problem.”

“Of course not,” he said, frowning. “Your parents, they’re the best.”

“Well, they still are,” she said. “Each in their own world at the moment.”

“Any chance of them getting back together again?”

“I would say no,” she said, “but who knows. They haven’t remarried, but I’m not sure either has dealt with the loss of Jerry, so I’m afraid they won’t move on. They can’t move on.”

“And sometimes people can’t pull together in trauma,” he said. “I had friends before my accident, but, after the accident, they disappeared. Not everybody can handle seeing or dealing with the way I am now. People don’t like to come visit me in a hospital or a VA center. Those are depressing places to be for most people. So my friends wanted to be outside, playing ball or going to a movie. They don’t want to sit and just talk to me.”

“And I can see how that would be a challenge too,” she said. “I never thought of that. Once Jerry got sick, his friends all clustered around at the beginning, but, as the months went on, he lost them all.”

“It’s an individual journey,” Nash said. “Not an easy one. But, at the end of the day, you realize that you were born into this life alone. Then, when some of these really heavy events happen, you end up depending on only yourself. I think that death will be a similar journey. I came in alone, and I’ll leave alone.”

“That sounds terrible,” she cried out. “I was with Jerry the whole time.”

A whisper of a smile crossed his face. “Good for Jerry,” he said. “I think that was probably the best gift you could have given him.”

“No,” she said, her tone turning harsh. “The best gift would have been a longer and healthier life, but I couldn’t do anything about that. None of us could.” Then she gave herself a mental shaking. “I didn’t mean to bring up all that negativity,” she said, taking a slow, deep breath. “I have to remember that what happened to Jerry won’t happen to everybody.”

“No,” he said. “It can, but that doesn’t mean that it will.”

She smiled. “Exactly, so I’m working on that whole positivity thing.”

“Good,” he said. “So am I, although it doesn’t sound like we’re doing all that great with it.”

She laughed out loud. “I don’t know. You sound much more positive than I am.”

“Nope,” he said. “I have those lovely days, where everything looks bright and sunny and where I know I can make it. Then I have those not-so-lovely days, where I know I’m useless, washed out, and will never be a contributing member of society again. You don’t plan for these life events, but you get hit sideways by them anyway.”

“Ditto,” she said, sighing. “I came in to introduce myself, to say hi, and to welcome you to Hathaway and all that good stuff,” she said with a bright smile. “I’ll come back when we figure out how your schedule will proceed. I worked here some years ago but haven’t been here recently very long myself. So I’m not familiar with everything that goes on during rehab. I came to work at Hathaway House because I needed a change of attitude, and I needed to feel like I could help somebody. So I’m really glad that you’re here. It’s good to reconnect.” She lifted her hand, gave him a small wave, and walked out.

Once Alicia was outside his room, her heart slamming against her chest, her feet slowed, as she made her way down the hallway. As much as it was nice to see him, it was also terrifying to see him like this. He was not the same vibrant man she had known; he was not the same physically fit man who could take on the world. He looked and reminded her so much of her dying brother that she wasn’t sure she could do this.

She counted slowly to five while noting her breath, then repeated that calming technique, realizing that she needed to get a grip because, if anybody saw that she was the one who was depressed, she knew she couldn’t stay here. Not only would she not help herself but she would be of no value to any of the people who needed her, and that was what she had to focus on— the patients. They needed what she had to offer, even if she couldn’t define just what that was at this moment.
Dale Mayer. Nash (Kindle Locations 191-243). Valley Publishing Ltd..

As Nash begins his journey, he finds how different the professionals here are. He also loves the animals that he sees around, some permanent residents others temporary at the vet clinic downstairs..

The addition of a miniature horse is a source of quite a few giggles from me as Dani can’t resist any more than Stan can.

Alicia has things to work through as well, it’s a suggestion from Nash that gets her started after another uncomfortable conversation with her mother.

Alicia’s parents are another thing she is trying to deal with alone and their is plenty of support at Hathaway House.

I love the way Nash and Alicia’s relationship begins anew as they begin healing journeys together and apart.

I can’t wait to read the next book in this series, and if you haven’t started it yet, there are now bundles of three to help you catch up quickly.

5 Contented Purrs for Dale!

Dale Mayer

Dale Mayer is a USA Today bestselling author best known for her Psychic Visions and Family Blood Ties series. Her contemporary romances are raw and full of passion and emotion (Second Chances, SKIN), her thrillers will keep you guessing (By Death series), and her romantic comedies will keep you giggling (It’s a Dog’s Life and Charmin Marvin Romantic Comedy series).

She honors the stories that come to her – and some of them are crazy and break all the rules and cross multiple genres!

To go with her fiction, she also writes nonfiction in many different fields with books available on resume writing, companion gardening and the US mortgage system. She has recently published her Career Essentials Series. All her books are available in print and ebook format.

By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer

It’s a question of justice.
A debate between right and wrong.
But what happens when the lines blur, can justice prevail?

Paris believes she’s in the clear–thwarted justice. Weaver is powerless, waiting for justice.

Paris escaped a situation that some would consider a crime. She worries constantly that the day of reckoning is around every corner. Weaver seeks justice like hunter seeking prey. His biggest fear is that the day of reckoning he deserves will never come.

Forced to deal with very deep and personal problems, Paris and Weaver, complete strangers, agree to a therapy assignment that seems radical and frightening.

As they navigate the boundaries between right and wrong, against shattered hearts, can Paris and Weaver balance the scales of justice to find what they’re looking for?

In the previous book ‘Scars’ we met Sean, Paris’ brother. Paris wasn’t accepted to that session, because Dr. Jenna Komak said she wasn’t ready yet. Now it’s her turn, she’s eager, a bit anxious and is trying not to attract attention.

Weaver doesn’t think he needs the seminar, so Jenna’s challenged him. Since he thinks he’s immune she wants him to write a paper on it and if at the end he still feels immune she’ll help him get it published. It’s one of the things on his bucket list, a challenge he’s determined to meet.

The addition of a question to their ‘homework’ brings back all of Paris’ fears as she wrote her answer. Realizing what she wrote and unable to share that she tears it off and rolls it up. When she drops it Weaver is about to pick it up when she grabs it and swallows it. An unusual response that perks his curiousity.

There assignment from Jenna is to center on their differing perspective of justice. Paris is skeptical and is ready to bolt after she finds he is writing a report to hopefully be published. She seeks out Jenna and after their talk she decides Weaver needs the help as much as she does.

The two of them have different issues as has been the case in the previous books as well. They begin getting to know each other, walking in the cool fall air to the ocean.

This is a favorite scene.

It was the last thing she wanted to do, but her feet had a mind of their own and fell into step beside him. The air was cool for a September day. The moist, slightly salty air revitalized her spirits. Normally the spring and fall here were warm and stunningly beautiful with bright blue skies. Today offered the beautiful part, but it wasn’t warm or blue. She stuffed her hands into her jacket pockets and let the world stroll by as she walked.

“We’ll head towards the ocean.”

“Wherever.” She shrugged.

“Are you cold?” he asked in concern. “The breeze has a bite to it.”

“I’m fine,” she murmured. “It’s cool but refreshing.”

They walked in silence until the first glimpses of the sailboats popped into view. She broke into laughter. “They always look so bright and cheerful out there buffeted by the wind and waves.”

“I don’t know how cheerful they are today considering the beating they are taking.”

The breeze that brushed by them was a strong wind out in the bay, but the people in the sailboats looked to be having the time of their lives. Then she caught sight of the kite surfers. “What a sport,” she exclaimed.

“Looks like fun, but so not for me.”

“Not into dangerous sports?” she asked, feeling shivers sliding over her skin. “I’m not either, but men generally like that sort of thing.” Of course her brother didn’t, but in their house, growing up had been a dangerous sport. She smiled, loving the reminder of her brother, and the shivers stopped.

“Not my style.” He gave a harsh laugh and said, “I survived childhood. That was hard enough.”

Shocked, she stopped all of a sudden, then turned to look at him. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

With an understanding look, he moved closer to her. “Our daily life isn’t like these people.” He pointed out a particularly high-flying kite boarder. “He’s happy to chase after excitement and danger. For most of us who grew up in a violent household, we are looking for the opposite. We want peace and safety now.”

She couldn’t have said it better. The insight into his life, his childhood, made her realize he really had been through the wringer – like the rest of them at the seminar. Holding her breath, she stayed silent, hoping he’d share more. One foot rested on the cement barricade between them and the water, the look on his face distant but calm. As if he’d come to terms with something behind him.

She wished.

There was a world of difference between his childhood and hers, she knew, but for the first time she realized there was also a lot in common.

“Maybe some of those people have been hurt so much they no longer care what happens to them?”

“That’s the other side of the coin, isn’t it?” He glanced at her. “Survival means different things to different people. Some say they survived, but inside they are dead and can’t stand living. Some people do crazy stunts in the hope to kill themselves off because they aren’t strong enough to do it themselves. Sounds horrible, but I’ve seen it.”

“And in some cases, they are so angry inside they turn around and inflict the same abuse on others,” Paris whispered, looking at the black mark his shoe scuffed into the cement barricade. Briefly letting her gaze follow the line of his foot up his leg, remembering how it felt when he had held her.

She didn’t see the same rage in his demeanor or actions she’d seen in other men. He’d never hit anyone for fun. Was she right to trust that assumption? She didn’t really know him. But she wanted to.

“Often those people feel that they have to get their own back. Or feel like if it happened to them, why should you be safe? I knew one male who figured it was his job to go around and attack women because then they wouldn’t be so trusting. They’d take more precautions because now they understood life could be dangerous.”

“Really? That’s a little twisted, isn’t it?” Startled, his words shook her out of her daze. She’d read about a lot of people and their odd reactions to stress and pain, but that was a new one on her.

“There are some very sad cases out there.”

“And here,” she muttered.

“As long as we do what we can.”

“Everyone is doing what they can,” she said quietly. “Even those still locked in that same horrible place they went to during the abuse. And they can’t move out of there because it’s either too painful or fear won’t let them move. Either way, it’s all they can do, too.” Quiet, Paris wondered at what she’d started. What she’d inadvertently shared.

“You’ve been there?” Weaver questioned.

“All my childhood and teen years. I should have run away. Should have gotten help. I couldn’t.” Hands jammed in her pockets, she tried to still the shakes rattling her calm.

“It’s easy to look back. Not so easy to avoid judging.”

“Sometimes I think looking back is all about judging. What we could have done differently. What we should have done differently.”

“Except…” Glancing down at her, their eyes met, “we have to make allowances for the age we were back then. The conditioning we were put through.”

“And when we were older and still allowed the status quo to remain? Then what?” The bitterness in her voice was audible. She bit her lip “I stopped it – finally. I should have done it earlier.”

“And how old were you when you stopped it?”

It took a long time for her to answer, and then with a sigh, she said, “Fifteen.”

His shocked gasp made her look at him sharply, searching for the judgment she expected to see. And there was none. Still she felt she had to explain more, to justify herself. Her actions. “No, I wasn’t very old, but I was old enough. And if I’d done something about it earlier, then someone else wouldn’t have gotten so very badly hurt.”

“You were a child. Before and during. The conditioning you were put through didn’t give you the tools to handle resistance, to defend yourself or to stand up for someone else. We’re usually so broken by the time we get there it takes a major turning point in our lives to make us change. In your case, maybe for this other person.”

She gave him a hooded look. “More book learning?”

“No, life learning.” And this time, it was him that turned away.

Something to think about. She sagged onto the railing and studied his averted face. “Life’s a bitch, isn’t it?”

That surprised a laugh out of him. “Isn’t it though? Or maybe I should say, life used to be a bitch. Now it’s much better.”
Dale Mayer. Broken but& Mending: Books 1-3 (Kindle Locations 5229-5282). Valley Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Their conversation is just the tip of the iceberg Paris has to overcome. Her major fear is one connected to what she reveals to Weaver but doesn’t come to the fore until later.

I love the journey as painful as it is for both Paris and Weaver. Their connection develops slow and steady and I loved getting a glimpse of Sean and Robin.

These books were powerful, different and enlightening to struggles many people have.

5 Contented Purrs for Dale!

Dale Mayer

Dale Mayer is a USA Today bestselling author best known for her Psychic Visions and Family Blood Ties series. Her contemporary romances are raw and full of passion and emotion (Second Chances, SKIN), her thrillers will keep you guessing (By Death series), and her romantic comedies will keep you giggling (It’s a Dog’s Life and Charmin Marvin Romantic Comedy series).

She honors the stories that come to her – and some of them are crazy and break all the rules and cross multiple genres!

To go with her fiction, she also writes nonfiction in many different fields with books available on resume writing, companion gardening and the US mortgage system. She has recently published her Career Essentials Series. All her books are available in print and ebook format.