Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Hello everyone! My name is Dana Nussio, and I would like to introduce myself to the Superromance community. I don’t have a publication date for my first Superromance release yet, but I am so excited to join this talented group of authors as we write stories for this wonderful, eclectic romance line.

I have been asked to answer a few questions in order for us to get to know each other better.

So this is me.

What made you choose Supers?

I was drawn to the Superromance line because it is Harlequin’s “big books” line. I was craving the opportunity to tell stories with more complex plots and characters, and Superromance offered me that chance. 

Tell us a little about your road to publication.

I'd always been a writer. I have a journalism degree and had worked as a newspaper reporter and features editor before leaving the workforce when our first daughter was born. But I'd never written any fiction . . . until that Saturday. I was a few weeks away from delivering our second daughter, and I took a full-day novel-writing class really just to get out of the house. I took in all the information and promptly forgot about the class while we welcomed our child. And then about four weeks later, a plot came to me in a dream. I opened a file on my computer and wrote a 400-page novel. I called it "Come Kiss Me, Liar."

It would be a great story to say I sold that book, but, sadly, it didn’t work out that way. I kept writing new manuscripts, though, and after seven more years (and a third daughter in the middle of that), I sold my first novel. I’ve had sixteen books published now, and my new Supers make books seventeen and eighteen.

Who are some of your favorite authors?

I love reading the work of so many romance authors, but Sandra Brown remains my favorite. I loved The Executive and Envy. Outside of romance, I love reading great storytellers like Jodi Picoult and Pat Conroy. My new favorite women’s fiction author is Kristin Hannah. Winter Garden was amazing.

What has been your biggest surprise about the publication process?

My biggest surprise was that publishing didn’t get any easier after the first sale. I thought it was like some secret handshake that once you knew it, there would be smooth sailing. But in the 14 years since my first sale, I have learned that each book is hard work and that it is important to continually improve your craft as a writer.

Favorite holiday?

Besides my birthday, which even my kids call “the national holiday,” Christmas is my favorite holiday. I have this collection of Christmas ornaments that my Grandma Bowley started for me when I was 10. There are so many amazing pieces in this collection from friends, family and even old boyfriends (shhh!!), but some of my favorites are the ones our three daughters and our nieces and nephews have made. Right after Thanksgiving, I start unwrapping the ornaments, and it's like unwrapping memories. Each one makes me smile.

Tell us one thing about you that no one would ever believe.

I’m double-jointed. Or at least super limber. My index fingers and thumbs bend back against the back of my hands. This made me a winner in third grade when my classmates played a finger-wrestling game called “Mercy.”

If you could live anywhere on the planet, where would you choose?

If I could live anywhere, I would live in Laguna Beach, California. I remember standing on the beach there, looking at the ocean on one side and the mountains on the other, and I was sure I was in Heaven. I called my husband that afternoon and told him I wasn’t coming home to Michigan.


I look forward to getting to know you better. If you’d like to receive updates on my new state police series, True Blue, please Like my Facebook Author Page  or follow me on Twitter.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Dropped Stitches and Plot Lines

by Kris Fletcher

This has been a very VERY cold winter in central New York (as of this writing, it looks like we're going to go the entire month of February without once making it above freezing), so I did the only sensible thing: I sold the house & bought a condo in Vegas.

Kidding! I dug out some soft yarn, found a pattern for an infinity scarf, and cast it on.

I don't get to knit enough these days. My preferred knitting time is while watching TV, and since I don't do that anymore, knitting has been in short supply for quite a while. But this pattern was very simple - a knit 3, purl 3 repeat that alternated every few rows. It also called for three different colors of yarn, which are used and then dropped at regular points in the pattern.

Aha, I thought. I could do this while supervising Tsarina's homework. Piece of cake.

Uh - no.

I have made every possible kind of mistake in this thing, and I am only ten rows in. The yarn is very soft but also very fuzzy. And splitty. I end every row with either too many stitches or too few. That k3 p3 pattern has never yet worked out. If the designer saw what I am doing to her beautiful vision, she would rip the circular needles from the scarf and use them to strangle me. And she would be totally justified.

And yet, despite the dropped stitches and the un-repeated repeats, I find myself rather liking this mess. The fuzziness that makes the yarn so hard to work with also covers a multitude of mistakes. The variations in the colors are combining in a way that makes me grin in anticipation. Despite all my screw-ups, the scarf is turning out to be warm and soft and inviting.

Today, as I ripped back yet another ten-stitch mistake (forgot to change colors at the right place), I thought that knitting this poor scarf is a lot like the way I write a book. I have made every plot mistake possible. My poor editor has had to point out, in her gently insightful manner, that there's lots of conflict in my story but none of it is between my hero and heroine. Or that the story would be stronger without a Big Secret. Or that no, it wouldn't be a good idea to include a subplot that alludes to a certain former mayor of a major Canadian city. (Ahem.)

Even after I make the changes she recommends, I know there are still major mistakes and plot holes big enough to swallow all the Doritos consumed during football season. But at that point, I can deal. Why? Because by the time we get to that stage of the writing, the characters have come to life for me. I know what they would say and how they would sound when they say it. I know how they move and what makes them cry and why they can't say the words I love you even though they feel it in every fiber of their being. They are real, living and breathing inside me, and because they are I can forget everything I first thought should happen and focus on what these people would do in these situations. The conflicts and secrets and subplots aren't coming from me anymore. They're coming from the characters.
And because they come from the characters - flawed and splitty and ragged though they might be - they will carry the story over my mistakes and make it ring true.

At least, I hope that's what happens :-).

So now that I've revealed my knitting and plotting challenges, it's your turn. Are there any areas where you rely on fuzzy yarn (or the equivalent) to carry you through your mistakes? In cooking? Cleaning? Skydiving?

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Learning to Draw

I signed up for an introduction to drawing class this winter. It was my birthday present to myself because for as long as I can remember, I have not been able to draw. It was a known thing about me, like that I can’t sing (absolutely true) or that I am tall and have dimples.

But living with an "I can't do this" attitude for my entire life isn't really my jam. More importantly, I had been drawing once a month at a social drawing event a friend hosts and noticed that my drawing was getting better, even with the one a month comic exercises. It was gratifying to see the progress I was making. It was even better to be slowly shedding the I Can't Draw skin that had become constrictive. 

To be honest, the drawing classes have been up and down. First class up. Second class, WAY down. Third class, up again. The fourth class was postponed due to icy weather, so we'll see how that class goes next Monday. The classes are going well enough that I'm willing to post images of my drawings, so you can see my progress.

Last drawing in the first class:

An eraser
Last drawing in the second class:

An amaryllis
Last drawing in the third class:

Pair of wooden clogs

I'm especially happy with that last drawing.

I've been blogging about my classes and the experience on my website,, so if you're curious, head over there and read more.

Have you ever taken on something that you knew you couldn't do? Took dancing lessons or singing lessons or drawing or whatever? How did it go?

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Happy Lunar New Year!

The Chinese symbol for luck, hung upside down
It’s the MOST. WONDERFUL. TIME. Of the year!

No, it’s not Christmas, but for me, it might as well be!

Lunar New Year—aka Chinese New Year—is celebrated by people in Japan, Korea, Vietnam, Mongolia and Tibet. Other cultures celebrate it on different days, but this is the main festival season for many East Asian communities. The holiday, which begins February 19 this year, is all about food, gifts, family and welcoming a bright new year full of health, wealth and good fortune.

It’s my favorite holiday of the year because a) it falls around those horrible winter months after Christmas when everyone really needs a bright, sparkling holiday; b) the food!; c) the wonderful infusion of red pocket monies; d) the food!; e) did I mention the food?

My family’s traditions start with New Year’s Eve dinner—a home-cooked feast that includes every animal that walks, flies and swims the earth. My mother’s preserved plum roast duck and scallion and ginger sauce chicken are the main event, as well as mushrooms and fat choy,a weird black hair-like fungus that’s stewed into a dish. It’s tastier than it sounds. And looks. And smells. But anyhow, everyone has to eat some, as a symbol of good luck for the year. I eat more than my fair share. 

In between, New Year’s snacks are offered over the two-week celebration period. Nuts and seeds, candies, chocolate, fruit, pastries and fried snacks are often presented in large round trays at homes and in some businesses. |Sadly, I couldn’t tell you what half these things were. But they are DELICIOUS.

Red pockets are awesome. Most unmarried younger people (and especially children) are given small envelopes (though they’re not always red) stuffed with cash during the new year. Now that I’m married, I have to give red pockets out to my younger, unmarried relatives and close friends (though I usually only give chocolate coins because I’m not that rich). Important note: if you’re ever handed a red pocket and don’t know what it is, DO NOT OPEN IT IN FRONT OF THE GIVER. It is considered extremely rude, the equivalent of looking a gift horse in the mouth.

It’s bad luck to work on the day of Chinese New Year, so I usually take a vacation day and spend time with my family. Frequently, we go for dim sum, wearing some new clothes that are preferably red, and then spend our red pocket money on buying things that make you happy. Caveat to that: you’re not supposed to buy new shoes on new year’s because the phonetic sound for the word “shoes” sounds the same as the word for “trouble.” And no one wants to invite trouble on New Year’s Day.

If I’m lucky, I’ll get to see a lion dance in Chinatown. Businesses pay a kung fu club, which specially trains their members, to perform this traditional ceremony to scare away bad luck and bless their business. The dance mirrors an old legend of a monster that once terrorized a village annually, but was finally scared off by a brave man who painted the town in red and gold, then used firecrackers and banged on pots and pans and made a huge ruckus to scare the beast away. This, supposedly, is the origin of those traditions, although today, firecrackers are rarely used—it usually requires a permit in most cities.  

Just like Christmas, though, Chinese New Year is all about celebrating with family and wishing each other a prosperous year. This year is the year of the sheep (or goat or ram)—my year! I’m hoping this means my year will be good, but my horoscope says that because this is my year, I have to be careful.

Maybe I shouldn’t worry about it too much and just eat some more good food.

Kung hei fat choy!

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Question Of The Month: February 2015

It's question time again, readers! Here we go: February is the month of love, but we should celebrate romance all year long not just on February 14. How do you keep the romance alive in your relationship on a day to day basis?

Joanne Rock: I like to tell stories about my husband! We have extremely different personalities and that can create friction. But all the most interesting things that happen to me happen when he's around--he attracts adventure. So I savor our differences by telling tales from the real life of Dean. They help me remember why he's so much fun.

And--interestingly--some of my favorite romantic moments are hearing *him* talk about me. I guess it's the storyteller in me, but I like seeing myself through his eyes and hearing the way he remembers things. His version is usually funnier, for one thing. But there are also the surprises of finding out what elements of a vacation or event stood out to him most. Sometimes I'm surprised what I missed!

Geri Krowtow: We'll celebrate 29 years of marriage this May. With all of the Navy separations we've endured, it's enough to remember to be grateful we're together and under the same roof!

Nan Dixon: Cups of Tea in the morning!

Kristina Knight: I think it's the little things - holding hands in the car, going on a drive just because, kissing before leaving for work. All those little 'I'm with you' things add up to a long romance I think.

Vicki Essex: Every morning, whether one of us is still asleep, my husband and I hug and kiss before we leave for work.

Every day, we tell each other "I love you."

Every week, we have a date night so that we remember to enjoy our lives and each other's company.

And every night, we touch to make sure we're not dreaming.

Amber Leigh Williams: It seems so simple, but the thing my husband and I do to keep the romance alive day to day is flirt. It keeps things playful and the energy between us alive and consistent. We've been together for over a decade and we still genuinely enjoy each other's company because we still do and say all of those things we did way back when.

Pamela Hearon: In addition to being the love of my life, my husband is also my best friend.  We keep the romance alive by sharing lots of activities.  Of course, we have to get out of each others' hair sometimes, so I write and he fishes.  But I'm always glad when he gets home at the end of one of those days apart.

Cathryn Parry: By trying new things. That's all I'm going to say about that. :-)

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Winner from Cathryn's Monday Blog Post Drawing

The Sweetest Hours

Congratulations, BW!

Please send your name and mailing address to my contact page and I'll send that right out to you.

Stay warm and safe, everyone!


Cathryn Parry

Friday, February 13, 2015

Yes, My Desk Is Messy, No, I'm Not Cleaning It Up

Ask anyone who really, truly knows me, and they will tell you I'm a mess. Not in my personal or professional life, but in general. I've been known to forget about laundry that has actually gone through the washing machine for a couple days. I hate going through the mail. I have, currently in progress, seven books that I'm reading; all of them are stacked up on a side table. I grab what I fancy.

My desk is the same way. It's actually divided into two halves – one half with my sewing quilting stuff (it's a large desk!) and the other for my writing. The sewing side? Always put together and everything in its place. Cutters, thread and bobbins in cubbies, sewing machine folded under, cutting mats stacked neatly. It works for me. The writing side? Full on clutter-fixer's nightmare. I have a stack of magazines to one side, a marked-up calendar sideways over the top. File folders and notebooks standing between my funky-chicken pen holder and what is left of a set of bear bookends. Computer, iHome, coffee mug with yet more pens, a few pictures. Scared yet? And two special things (okay more than two, but two that I'm blogging about today): a Boyd's bear with a laptop and a stress ball with orange-feather-fly-away hair.

I keep the Boyd's bear on my desk to help me remember to BIC HOK (butt in chair, hands on keyboard). I can be easily distracted from my plans. RadioMan lovingly calls it SBS (Squirrel Brain Syndrome): Oh, my plan is to submit an 80,000 word romantic comedy to Publisher X, oh, but that shiny new idea about Victorian vamps in gunfights with Western cowboys and gunfighters? That could be so much fun! So those shiny new ideas don't kill my plans and keep me from finishing anything ever again, I keep the bear on my desk…because the bear is always BIC HOKing.

The stress ball? Well, it's a stress reliever, but it's also an idea finder. I can't tell you the number of times I've picked through the fly-away feather hair searching for something…and found it. So it stays  on my messy desk filled with random paperclips, eye drops and a weird white cord – a cord that attaches to nothing, that I don't know what it does and yet I can't get rid of it.

The thing is, my organized disorganization works for me. When my desk is perfectly clear and uncluttered, I find myself staring at the vast expanse as if the words will magically appear. In the clutter, I don't need to look around because the words are already coming. What about you?

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Spicing Life Up!

If you follow me on Twitter or Facebook, you might remember in January I took a Caribbean cruise.  (That's our ship on the right.  The other is the Quantum.  It was huge!)

It was lovely to be away from the cold of the Minnesota.  Since my hubby refuses to take cruises and my sister’s hubby couldn’t get away, I went with my sister!  We had a blast docking on a number of islands: St. Croix, St. Kitts, Dominica, Grenada and St. Thomas.

Our goal was to do some of the more adventurous outings while in our ports of call, but on Grenada, they had a Spice Tour.  It sounded fascinating.  And it was.

Grenada is a volcanic rainforest island.  On this hilly fertile soil, they grows nutmeg trees.  Lots and lots of nutmeg trees.  Nutmeg was brought onto the island in the mid-1800s.  Our guide told us that the island produced 40% of the world’s supply of nutmeg, but Wikipedia says it is only 20%.  Still that is a lot of nutmeg.  And it is processed mostly by hand.
Nutmeg and mace
along with the fruit
Nutmeg trees are 30 to 60 feet tall.  Although the trees were devastated during the last major hurricane.  As we drove the winding mountainous roads, nutmeg trees were planted all over.  Our guide said that they don’t waste anything from the nutmeg tree and I was impressed with their creativity in using every part of the fruit and nut.
The fruit looks like an apricot and is used to make soups and jellies.  The nut is composed of two parts.  The reddish-orange covering is mace.  The nut is the nutmeg.  The mace is stripped off the nutmeg seed and is a more delicate flavor.  Once the nut is dried, the nutmeg husk is removed and used as mulch.

Nutmeg isn’t just used in cooking.  It's also used in cosmetics and pharmaceuticals.  Nutmeg oil/butter can also be used as an industrial lubricant.  Who knew?

The whole process of taking off the fruit, peeling off the mace and sorting through the cracked husks and nuts is manual.  Although in the factory, there was a manually run crusher.  After drying in racks for six months, the nuts are crushed where they were dropped from the drying floor above, to the sorting floor below.
Sorting Nutmegs for
According to our guide, the cooperative that controls the island's nutmeg processing and production has decided not to mechanize the process.  They believed that the currently 80 people, mostly women, at the factory we toured would lose their jobs if mechanization occurred.

The guide also said that Granada’s  unemployment rate was approximately 33%. 

Things I learned:
Bags of unshelled

·       Un-cracked nutmeg is good for 10 years
·       Nutmeg whole is good for 6 years
·       Ground nutmeg is good for 4 years

I love to grate a little bit of nutmeg into spinach and squash.  And of course it is a key ingredient in pumpkin pie. 

What are your favorite recipes that include nutmeg?

Monday, February 9, 2015

Snow, Snow, Snow (and a giveaway)

by Cathryn Parry

Even Otis is tired of snow
As I type this, we in the Boston area are getting walloped again. This has been a record-setting week. Until two weeks ago, our town was a winter pond-skater’s delight—freezing temperatures with not a flake in sight. Now, there is so much snow, there is no place to put it all.

My condo development set aside an open field to serve as a “snow farm.” For the first winter I can remember, we hired a company to fill a team of dump trucks of snow from the neighborhoods and transport it to the farm. All Friday night we heard the alarms beeping from the heavy equipment maneuvering their way up the hill. We put on our snowshoes and trekked to the site this weekend—massive walls of towering snow. I’ve never seen such a thing. The city of Boston’s snow farms are currently filled; I heard they’ll be forced to dump snow into the harbor, which is not an ideal solution.
Massive icicles
I’ve learned to avoid driving during snowfall. It’s not that I can’t—a native New Englander, my test for my first driver’s license at sixteen was conducted during a December snow storm. I passed. Back then, we didn’t close down roads just because there were a few inches of snow on them. Drivers were taught bad-weather-driving skills, and people were expected to commute to work regardless. Stores and businesses were not closed, the exception being a dangerous blizzard such as the Blizzard of ’78, which came in so quickly that cars were trapped on the roads. As a child, I remember cross-country skiing down Route 495 beside the roofs of cars trapped by the snow. (No people inside, of course!) Everybody in the region has their Blizzard of ’78 stories.

Otis Works with Me
Today, though, we're blessed to have the internet so more of us can work at home during icy driving conditions. I have a small space heater set up on my writing desk to keep me warm while I type. Otis sits on my desk, keeping me company, and looks out the window at the flakes. In spite of the dreary weather, I feel very blessed!
How is the winter (summer?) in your town/village/city/outpost? If you’re warm, please tell me about it so I can live vicariously. If not, we can commiserate. J

Also, I have a copy of The Sweetest Hours to give away to one commenter. I’ll choose a winner from the hat on Saturday and post it here. Take care, and stay warm!

Cathryn Parry writes from Massachusetts. Her next Superromance is Secret Garden, releasing in August, 2015. This is a Sage family story—Rhiannon’s. Please see to sign up for her mailing list.


Friday, February 6, 2015

Winter Soup + Other Disasters

Amber Leigh Williams

Making Valentine's Day sweets for the family
Three years ago, I made a New Year’s resolution to learn to cook. I stuck to it in my own roundabout way…by forgetting I had a New Years resolution altogether…until the following year when Valentine’s Day rolled around and I threw together my first cake – a strawberry cream cheese confection made from scratch. Luckily, this first cooking experience was a positive one and is even spoken of in reverent tones by my husband and others who were fortunate enough to sneak a bite under his nose. Encouraged, I continued to try my hand at cooking. Maybe I could be good at it. It made sense. My maternal grandmother is an excellent cook and baker. My sister and I once begged her to open her own restaurant...or at least publish her own cookbook. (So far, no go on both fronts but we're still trying!) 

Over the last couple of years, I’ve compiled my own list of dishes that have been well-received by members of the household. I’ve grown to enjoy cooking as I never thought I would. My sister got me a monogrammed apron for Christmas. My husband begs for my homemade carrot cake whenever Easter or his birthday rolls around. My cousin texts me regularly asking me to cook chicken lazone for him during his next visit. As good as the compliments make me feel, the best thing about cooking is the release. It's an unexpected way for me to riddle out my own thought-kinks. And can I just say that nothing works out aggression like potato-peeling! 
Cooking is a rewarding process. Sometimes something or other will wind up getting burnt. Something always spills over, guaranteed. When trying out a new dish, I’ve discovered that if I don’t at some point get lost or think the dish will turn out to be an unmitigated disaster, it won’t turn out right. Strange but true. Thankfully, not one of my cooking experiences has turned into a disaster….
Okay, now I’m lying. It took two years, but it finally happened. A cooking disaster of epic proportions. A few weeks ago, my husband was recovering from a bad cold. The days had turned frigid and gray, even for our balmy corner of the Gulf Coast. While perusing (i.e. procrastinating) online, I came across a recipe for broccoli and cheddar soup and wanted desperately to try it out. What could be better than a bowlful of broccoli and cheddar on a cold, windy night? When I worked outside the home, I remember going to a local restaurant on lunch breaks in the winter and ordering broccoli and cheddar soup. It would warm me right up. Not to mention, mm mm good!

Carrot Cake, a personal favorite from the recipe box!

I meant well. I really did. That being said, I gathered all the ingredients I would need and set about the seemingly simple process of bringing the recipe to fruition. It seemed to be working rather well…. That is, until it came time to blend the mixture. I didn’t have a food processor handy so I decided that the best thing to do would be to put it all in the blender and hit puree. Little did I know, our blender is a, shall we say temperamental? What followed was madness and hilarity I would have only thought appropriate for a book heroine trying her hand at cooking for the very first time. The lid of the blender loosened and not only was I covered in hot broccoli and cheddar soup. So were the counters and floors as well as our cooktop with its warm burners, the front of the kitchen cabinets and, sadly yes, the white ceiling. My laptop which had been set up nearby with the recipe on the screen was sprayed—so much so the keyboard had to be removed and cleaned thoroughly inside and out for all the buttons to work properly again. My young son happened to wander into the room shortly after the mess happened and tracked the gooey, vegetable-y mess over the white carpet in the next room. (Note: white carpet and toddlers...not the best combo.)
Needless to say, the whole soupy fiasco put me off broccoli and cheddar soup for good. So discouraged was I by the experience, I didn’t cook for a week…which was about how long it took for me and my husband to find all the little nooks and crannies the soup found its way into and clean them thoroughly. Now that we can finally look back and laugh over it, I’m back to cooking. Not only that, I’m currently writing the first few chapters of my fourth hometown romance. The heroine, Roxie, coincidentally knows less about cooking than I did two years ago. My soup catastrophe has lent me a bit of inspiration. Why not have her try her hand at cooking or baking and experience a few hits and misses of her own? How many ways are there to screw up a home-cooked pie, I wonder? It looks like it’s back to the kitchen for some hands-on research. The hubby and toddler have been warned....

How about you, readers? Have you had any funny (or not-so funny) cooking disasters of your own? Feel free to sound off! And a Happy (upcoming) Valentine’s Day to everyone!

Sunday, February 1, 2015

February New Releases

A Perfect Catch
Anna Sugden

He's the perfect catch…for now! 
When it comes to romance, Tracy Hayden is not looking for a rematch. She's had epic passion—and problems!—with professional hockey player Ike Jelinek. Brilliant on skates and magic in bed, his too-traditional-for-her views were like a bucket of ice water on their affair.
Then an injury takes Ike out of the game, and everything changes. Suddenly he needs her services-providing business—even though he once claimed it was their biggest problem. Tracy's determined to be professional, despite the sizzling attraction between them that won't go away. Maybe they need a second fling to fix that!

Sweet Talking Man (Home in Magnolia Bend)
Liz Talley

Who doesn't want a little sweet talk? 
Leif Lively is the hottest thing to happen to Magnolia Bend. But single mother Abigail Orgeron figures he's another heartbreaker and does her best to ignore the steamy glances he tosses her way. When he speaks, though, her resistance crumbles! His sweet words, humor and laid-back ways captivate buttoned-up Abigail.
For once, losing control feels so good, and this no-strings arrangement is getting serious. What will she do when Leif solves the family mystery that brought him to town and decides to leave? Because she's learning that the biggest love means taking the biggest risk…

Tempted By The Soldier
Patricia Potter

Forgetting the past, facing the future 
Stephanie Phillips is sick of charm. And Clint Morgan, the newest resident of Covenant Falls, has it in spades. Stephanie knows she should run the other way because the former Blackhawk pilot is too good-looking, too charismatic…and much too sexy.
As the town veterinarian, Stephanie has truly found her home here. Clint, on the other hand, is staying for only a short time while he recovers from an injury. But when he starts to fit seamlessly into the close-knit community, the irresistible risk-taker makes his way into her heart.

To Protect Her Son (Life In Eden Harbor)
Stella MacLean

Keeping the past where it belongs! 
Moving to Eden Harbor is a dream for single mom Gayle Sawyer. A beautiful home. Friends. But this life and the carefully crafted lie she constructed years ago are threatened when her teenage son starts acting out. With few options, Gayle is forced to turn to counselor Nate Garrison for help. And Nate seems determined to dig into her past.
Worse, Gayle feels an attraction to Nate that she can't deny. No matter how tempting Nate is, Gayle can't reveal the truth. Doing so would mean risking everything—her home, the promise of a romance with Nate…and her son.
Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...