Finding Mr. Romance will be released in May!  More to come soon.

Chapter one of the new book!

I'm checking in to say that I've been steadily working on not only the second installment of Ruination, but also my unnamed (as of yet) novel, featuring Westin and Jenny!  I love the two characters so much, even when they break my heart!  

Since I'm taking a break today, taking my kayak out, I thought I'd give a little sneak peak into the unnamed book!  

Chapter 1

The water ran over her fingers as she wrung her hands together.  Her mind danced through the memories, like a child left to its own devises.  Remembering his smile, his smell, the way he'd watch her when he thought she wasn't paying attention.  How could she not pay attention to him?  He'd been charismatic and charming, beautiful and sincere.  The reflection made it full circle, back to him leaving.

She consciously pumped soap out of the ceramic dispenser, a wedding gift from the Andersons down the road.  Small geese wearing blue, fluffy bows around their necks adorned the rim.  It matched the cup towels hanging from the oven handle.

Bonus excerpt from Ruination!

I'm working on the second installment of the Ruination series.  I thought I'd give one more excerpt from the first one!  Enjoy!


She gave me a tight smile, "You can't be here, Harper.  I'm entertaining."

"Really, mom?  Tell him to go.  I'm in the middle of something with Loralie and I can't stand to look at her right now.  I don't have anywhere else to go."

"Harper!  I'm serious.  Come by later."  Her voice took on a whine.  I curled my lip and cut my eyes back to the fireplace.  It had never been an issue before.  Mom usually like to parade her conquests when I had the displeasure of showing up while she was "entertaining".

Sure, there were times that it would be someone I admired, but other times it was just some good looking stagehand that she'd snagged up.  Regardless, she pranced them around like a peacock showing its colors.

It hit me like a ton of bricks and I looked back to her.  She cut her eyes toward her bedroom when someone coughed from the other side of the closed door.  I glared back toward her room.  She didn't want me to see whoever was in there and, as far as I knew, there was only one name on that list.

"How long is he here this time?"