My book is coming out December 7th! And I’m REALLY excited for this one!

To get you in the mood for some Christmas Snowed In action, I’m thrilled to share an excerpt of my book with you!

Trees surrounded her on both sides, and the storm was so thick that she had no idea what was on either side. She traveled this way for about an hour, and was sure that she’d only gone a few miles by how slow she was going. Finally, she inched to a stop… in the middle of the road. She couldn’t do that, right? Not in the darkness where no one would notice her until it was too late. Besides the thick overhanging trees, she couldn’t see what was past those either. What if she was on another cliff?

She gritted her teeth, praying: God, I don’t know how bad this is, but I know you can see the bigger picture and you know what’s ahead. Please be with me right now. Gracie took a deep breath and tried to get her bearings again. If there was someone on this road—anyone—she could find some help. Crawling forward again in her Honda Accord, five minutes passed before she spied a light through the white crocheted branches of icy trees. Relief made her knees weak. Oh, happy day! A light! That meant civilization, maybe a ranger station, someone who could help her. She just hoped she could figure out how to reach the place. The ground was so thick with snow that she couldn’t tell where the roads were anymore.

Gracie kept going, straining her eyes for anything that might mark the turnoff. She spied a wooden post, so completely covered in snow that she almost missed it. Hoping she wasn’t making another bad decision, she inched her car through the trees. The woods were thicker here, so that there were actually spots in the road that weren’t covered in snow.  Her car was so woefully ill-equipped for off-roading that this would be almost laughable in normal circumstances, but if she could only reach that light, she’d be safe. The thought of warmth, hot chocolate, and a blissfully long hot shower kept her going.

Her mind filled with doubts the longer she traveled with no sign of civilization, especially as the trees grew even thicker so that it felt like she was driving in the wilderness, and no longer a road. What if she wasn’t headed for a ranger’s station, but to a beacon meant to warn off air traffic from the mountain?

The light flickered through the trees again. Her breath caught in her throat. Her destination was so close. She could walk if she needed to. She navigated a sharp bend and her wheel slipped. She felt it catch air and her whole car shifted to the side, sliding sideways off the road and through the trees, snapping branches until the trunk of her car crunched into a heavy fir tree and spun her around. Her mouth opened and a scream ripped from her throat as she plummeted even further down the ravine, straight for a black hole. What was that? She knew the moment her car crashed into it. Her seatbelt tightened the same time her bag deployed, whipping her back. Water splashed up around her windows. She’d landed in a lake. Oh, God, save me!

Gracie struggled with her seatbelt, realizing she still held onto her phone. Would it work out here away from the trees? The water seeped past her window as her Honda sank. How deep was she going? She’d never get her door open. Her hand went to the window switch, but the window only went down a crack, not enough to get her through.

The car wheels groaned against the bottom, which meant she wasn’t completely submerged—at least that—until her car rolled back. Her stomach went with it. The rocky bottom wasn’t stable at all. Stinging cold water flowed through the window’s crack, pouring onto her legs. She cried out in pain. The light from the cabin at the edge of the water shot a crooked light through the storm over the roiling lake.

“Help!” she screamed. Whoever was inside would never hear her! She pushed against her horn and it only made a dull moan through the water. She worked to get her seatbelt off again. It was stuck. Somehow the crash had jammed her seat against the door. That was probably why the window wouldn’t go all the way down. The other windows might work, but she had to get this seatbelt off first or she’d just let in more water and drown. If she had a knife or anything—she only had her father’s satellite phone.

It glowed through the watery darkness, told her there was no service. Still, she tried to make a call. She prayed for a miracle in her desperation. “Dad! May Day! May Day,” she cried out in her desperation, but her call hadn’t gone through. She never thought she’d die this way. “Help me. Someone help!”

Her window crashed open. At first she thought it was pressure from the water until she saw an arm reach through and jerk at her seatbelt. The belt wouldn’t budge. The face came next through the churning water, followed by another arm as the frigid water rushed around a man and into her car like a waterfall. “Get the belt off!” the man shouted.

“I can’t…!” Icy water slid past her mouth and she choked on it, not able to escape. She felt a hand tug harder on the seatbelt, so hard that it must’ve ripped the buckle from whatever had jammed it, and she was free, but not from the water. She couldn’t breathe as it slammed into her. Hands hooked under her arms and jerked her from her seat. She fought through the window and was out as the car slid further away. She clasped onto the man who held her. The waves swept over them. She didn’t know where was up or down or how to get out. Gasping for air and choking on more water, she put all her trust in this man. He tugged her through the water until their heads emerged from the freezing surface. She desperately inhaled the arctic air.

The snow rushed down on them. Her body wouldn’t stop shaking, whether from fear or cold or both. “This way!” the man shouted for them to swim. She saw a pier to the side in the blizzard. Grunting, he pushed her up and over the edge. Her body landed hard against the slippery wood. The cold had knocked all her breath from her so that she felt as weak as a kitten. The man shimmied out of the water beside her and gathered her to him in the darkness. He was warm and muscular. She’d felt the power of his body earlier, but now that she was out of the water, she saw how tall he was. She never thought she’d be so grateful to find a Neanderthal like him out in the middle of the wilderness.

He hauled her to her feet, half carrying, half dragging her to the safety of the cabin. She kept her eyes on the lights, hoping it wasn’t some mirage in the distance and that she wasn’t already dead. This man had come like an angel from nowhere. If he wasn’t ushering her to the golden gates, she owed him her life! She might’ve babbled something like that to him, but all her words got swallowed up in the storm and her shivering. He brought her to the front of the cabin, and using his shoulder, pushed the heavy door open, bringing her safely inside.


Tips for “Switching Focus”

So today, I’m getting ready to do edits on my latest book, “Snowed in at Silver Lake.” And I’m just going to have to admit that I am horrible at switching tasks and reorienting myself. I’m in the draft phase of another book that takes place in New Orleans, and I’m LOVING the draft phase and so to put on the brakes on this current project to go back to another one is a Herculean undertaking. By the way… it really ALSO be hard for me to go back to drafting after I’m done with these edits. I really have a hard time switching focus.

So let me share a few tactics (and PLEASE feel free to comment and share a few of your own).
1–Put down social media and/ or set an alarm to make sure you are done by a certain time (yes, this includes writing this blog post).
2–Open the new project. Sounds weird? Maybe, but I can’t tell you how many times I failed to do my work that day because I could NOT even get myself to open the project.
3– Make your first goal. For example, mine is, “I will go through this first set of comments from this reader first, etc.”
4–Set a timer for five or ten minutes and work on that goal. This helps get your body and mind used to the transition.
5–If that fails, find an accountability buddy to report to (and put stars on your forehead if need be!).
6–Rewards. Our bodies and minds are very used to receiving dopamine rewards by scrolling through social media, eating sweets, and spending money and getting almost instantaneous results. This makes it harder to do long term projects and enjoy the more subtle rewards of creating, sooo I do my best to find joy in the new task and at times find artificial rewards until I can get there… which takes me about thirty minutes, I’d say 😉

So happy refocusing today, everybody!


Happy New Release Day!

I just LOVE Release Day–there is nothing like sharing the book that you’ve had so much fun writing with the rest of the world!

Check out my release HERE!

And just for funzies–I’m thrilled to share an excerpt of my Billionaire Ghost Tour with you:

Mollie’s hands tightened on the seat of the chair where she sat at the front desk. This was going to be a longer night than usual doing the ghost tours, but she made sure that the sudden pit of dread worming its way through her insides didn’t show on her face. Janson Styles wouldn’t get to her like he had last time.

He moved closer to her. Man, he had that walk down—not quite a strut, but more like he had all the time in the world as he walked languidly towards her front desk. Mollie pretended that her heart wasn’t beating out her ears. Instead she found the check-in book as he peered down at her over the counter.

“Huh.” His lips tipped up into his not-quite smile as his gaze ran all over her, almost insultingly slow. He didn’t bother to hide his interest… or disdain, or whatever it was. “You took my advice, Red, and got some color in those cheeks.” His thick, manly accent drew her in, almost as much as the charm behind it repelled her. “You must’ve known I was coming.”

Mollie straightened angrily. “Oh yay, it’s the drug dealer. How’s Breaking Bad going for you?” The insult against his pharmaceutical company slipped out before another one toppled from her mouth. “Or is it Joe Exotic now, plaid shirt?” He stilled, and she took a steadying breath, trying to fetch her professionalism back, though she guessed she’d already been fired. “I mean, how can I help you?”

He blinked. Once. “Oh, I don’t know—I figured you were the perfect person to show us where all the weird things are in this town.”

Her fingers clenched, and she glared up at him. “Well, I’m looking at one. Does that count?”

“No, no.” He clicked his tongue. “I’m paying good money for this, Red. You’re not putting me off as easily as you did last time.”

She sucked in her breath. What was that supposed to mean? Could he possibly have thought back on that date they’d lost as much as she had? Impossible. No man liked to be tortured. Janson’s forehead wrinkled as if he suddenly regretted his words, and he rubbed wryly at the back of his neck.

“Oh, this is so cute!” His model friend picked up a Day of the Dead family of miniatures. The woman danced over to Janson and dangled the miniature in front of him. “It is so creepy,” she cried. “Only its mother could love it.” Mollie immediately noticed the dragonfly ring on her finger before the woman flitted away to look at more unusual knickknacks. So that’s where the famous Molinero ring had ended up. The amethyst bodies and emerald dragonfly wings glittered in the candlelight. Everything was a cruel reminder that nothing in Janson’s world belonged to her, including his heart.

She straightened. Where were these thoughts coming from? Mollie loved her life. Her choices had led her to the experiences and friendships that mattered most to her, so why not let bygones be bygones and try to redo her unfavorable first impression… or second impression of Janson? He clearly was over their fight. She should be too. Janson still stared at her over the counter and she attempted a smile and held up a pen and a clipboard with all the waivers. “Sign in.”

“What for?” He leaned over the counter. His fingers poked out from his thick gray half gloves and they caught hers first before he got hold of her pen. His touch sent a flame of awareness through her. “Am I signing my life away or my soul?” he asked.

He was talkative tonight. She pulled away from him, rubbing her fingers together, trying to forget that his hands had completely dwarfed hers. “Maybe you should read the fine print. I can’t give everything away.”

His brow rose at the rate that others smiled, as he collected the papers from her, too. She tried to avoid all skin contact this time, though he hardly seemed to notice. His breath came out harder as he concentrated on the waivers, his brow furrowed. No one ever read through these things. She hid a smile and tried to forget how cute his sudden earnestness was. Stop thinking that way! For goodness sake—that’s probably his girlfriend with him.

Billionaire Ghost Tour for Pre-Release

So excited to share my book is READY for PreOrder here:

Release Date: Wednesday, October 7th. Halloween is one of my FAVORITE holidays, and so I’m ecstatic to finally have a book take place during the most exciting time of the year!


Who says opposites attract?

When Janson and Mollie get off on the wrong foot at the bachelor auction, the two never want to see each other again… except they sorta do. In fact neither of them can stop thinking about that night.

Mollie doesn’t know what’s wrong with her. Janson Styles tops her list of most arrogant men—with his wealth, good looks and a bad boy charm that gets him in trouble with the media (not to mention with her) so why isn’t she immune to his sultry smirks?

Janson can’t stop playing with fire. Of course, he’s strong enough to withstand the fiery temptation of Mollie Sawyer—not only will he book a ghost tour with that molten hot redhead, but he’ll also bring a date! It doesn’t help that the moment he sees Mollie, he loses his head again.

Now they’re both in for the night of their lives, fighting attraction and unexpected dangers, while everything that can possibly go wrong does—but in all the right ways. After all, can they really be such opposites when they fit so well in each other’s arms?

My NEW RELEASE Her Billionaire’s Murder Mystery is finally out!

My book Her Billionaire’s Murder Mystery is available HERE.

The first time I saw the Basin Park Hotel (the setting for my book), I was absolutely enchanted. It had a mini museum on the first floor with an antique bank safe and tunnels where the local ghost tour business met to talk about the gangsters that used to live in that old building. Al Capone’s sister used to live there and once, the police smuggled through those tunnels to break up an illegal gambling operation in the speakeasy upstairs. One of the other authors in our series was kind enough to go through the entire hotel with me and take pictures–I’ll never forget how patient she was about it. Lol. I knew that I wanted to use the hotel for the setting of one of my books, plus it had always been a dream of mine to rent out a hotel with my friends and hold a huge Murder Mystery game, so I was able to fulfill that fantasy by writing about it. 

“Roman and Jules” Released Today



Good girls don’t get together with bad boys.


When Jules meets Roman Verona at an exclusive Vegas party, she doesn’t suspect the bad blood that runs so deep between Roman and her boyfriend, Ty, until the two men have it out in front of her. Even worse, Jules finds out that Ty has never loved her. She storms away, only to have her ex’s sworn enemy offer her a ride into town… as well as a shocking proposal.

A nice girl wouldn’t even consider making her ex jealous with a sham marriage, so why does she chance it with Roman?

Acting the role of devoted husband, Roman soon becomes fascinated with more than Jules’s sweet smile and poetic soul. As her band’s fame grows in Vegas so do his feelings for her and what started out as revenge against his miserable cousin turns into something deeper.

But bad boys don’t settle down. So why does Roman risk everything to win Jules’ heart?

All bets are off in this modern and sleek tale of star-crossed love!

Free books–come and get ’em!

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