On February 6, 2018,  I’ll be chatting, talking, and signing at:
Studio City Library Presents: Romance in the Stacks: A Library Panel
6:00 P.M.

Hope to see you there!
2018 Romance Panel 5.5 x 6


Do you remember When Harry Met Sally? Who doesn’t?

(I’ll definitely have what she’s having…)

The #MeetCute authors and I thought it would be super cute and fun if we did quick character interviews in the style of the interviews that come at the end of the movie (link below).

So I sat down with Sabrina and Henry (Spencer wasn’t there though he wanted in) to ask them about when they first met.

Here goes:

Sabrina: I used to go to Corey’s Discount Pet Center.
Henry: To buy dog food for Spencer?
Sabrina: And to spy on you.
Henry: You noticed me?
Sabrina: Who didn’t notice you. The hot young son of Chester Barnhill. With biceps that make you want to shout ‘hallelujah!’
Henry: You like my arms? (laughing quietly). Yeah, you like my arms…
Sabrina: Hefting boxes and stocking shelves at Canyon Country Mart did you proud.
Henry: I may have sold her food and wine. More than she needed just so I could keep talking to her.
Sabrina: And I may have bought all that food to keep talking to you. It’s too bad I got too tongue tied to ask you for coffee and when I think I finally worked up the courage, well, then you disappeared for months at a time.
Henry: (shrugging) Sommelier training took me all over the world.
Sabrina: Ultimately, it was a little cameo that brought us together.
Henry: You really believe that? I vote for Spencer having brought us together.
Sabrina: My dog?
Henry: He literally wrapped me up in his leash and brought me to my knees before you.
Sabrina: (grabbing Henry’s hand in hers) Whether it was the cameo or the dog, I don’t know. But I’m glad we finally found each other.
Henry: You bring out the best in me.
Sabrina: Same here….


You can pick up Ready for Her Cameo here:


from the back cover….

A hike to the top might be the best fall of her life…

Outdoorsy, adventurous Sabrina Lynch loves a good challenge—like her goal to climb the world’s highest mountain. Before she heads to the top of Kilimanjaro, though, she gets an opportunity that could take her to the top of her career, designing the perfect jewelry for celebrities walking the red carpet.

When her creations turn out to be far from perfect on awards night, she has to figure out what went wrong and save her reputation. The answer could be in a small trinket, a cameo, that brings her face to face with the irresistible Henry Barnhill.

Taking over his parents’ business isn’t exactly at the top of Henry’s list until the feisty and fun Sabrina gets involved, and he realizes she’s someone special to hold on to. But before long, Sabrina’s plans for the future and a secret from her past challenge everything they’re building together. Can they find a way to achieve their dreams while holding tightly to one another?


Want to see those iconic interview from the film? Visit them here (When Harry Met Sally Interviews)


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Memphis, Missouri, the small town that Sawyer Kingham grew up in, a place that she vowed to never return to. Unfortunately, Sawyer is forced to break that vow when her mother unexpectedly passes away. Her mother may have been her best friend but she kept one secret from Sawyer-the truth about her father. When Sawyer returns to Memphis to she tries to find the answer she’s always been waiting for.

Navy fighter pilot Garrison Cocuzzo is seeking solace and anonymity as he tries to fly under the radar during his break from deployment. Dropping in on his grandfather who lives in Memphis, Missouri seems like the perfect place to avoid his family and gain the comfort of home while on U.S. soil. His plans of peace and quiet are quickly erased when Sawyer Kingham comes crashing into his life.

Sawyer seeks answers. Garrison wants tranquility. When the pair meet, Garrison knows he’ll stay by Sawyer’s side until she has the truth she’s been searching for. The real question for both of them is what happens after the facts are uncovered.


The-Secret-Widow-Ebook350I’m excited to announce that The Secret Widow has a new look. It’s a book about love, loss, and finding love after a devastating loss. If you haven’t had a chance to grab a copy of The Secret Widow, now is the time to pick it up at a discount!

For the first time, Nari & Lucas’s story is on sale for 99¢.


“Get over it,” are the three words I hate most in the English language.

When I was 22 years old, my husband died. My very secret husband. I never told my parents or their nosy church friends that I’d eloped. Only my best friends came to my wedding. We had a few months of wedded bliss—then he was killed.

It’s been ten years since his death and I’m having a hell of a time getting over it. My life changed that day, and I’ve never been able to get it back on track. Sure, I finished college, went to medical school, and make my traditional Immigrant parents proud with those degrees and a white lab coat.

But none of that is working. Every year on the anniversary of my husband’s death, I seek out the solace only an anonymous sex partner can fix. But this year I made a big mistake. I hooked up with fellow doctor and co-worker Lucas Tucker.

He’s having a hell of a time understanding the meaning of a one night stand.

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…from Shattered


“What do I have to do to get you to say yes?” She cursed her mouth, then. Her mouth had decided to forge this path and had gone on ahead without her mind’s full consent.

He grabbed the extra fabric of the sleeves of his too-big jacket and pulled her toward him. Gemma took small sips of air, but couldn’t seem to get enough in her lungs to breathe.

“Let’s see if we’re at least compatible,” he whispered before his mouth descended to hers.

Her mind whirled around, trying to gain purchase.


What did that mean? What did he mean? How could they not be compatible when she practically melted every time he came near?

Her brain stopped when his lips slipped along hers, slowly at first. Then he slanted his head and the kiss got a little bolder.

Every cell in her body wanted more, wanted to pull him closer, wanted to feel his skin. She lifted her hands and wove them around his neck. Everything in her body tingled, her lips, ears, belly, even her scalp. Suddenly, her decision didn’t seem neither stupid nor rash, but the rightest, smartest thing she’d done in a long, long time.

Walking a single step brought their bodies together. Gemma couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this close to someone, where she could smell their very essence. Adonis’ essence was plaster and paint and sweat mixed with a smell that was all his own.

He pulled his mouth away. There wasn’t a second to lodge the protest that nearly passed her lips. His hands were in her hair, tugging lightly. Her head fell back and he opened his hot mouth on her neck.

Wow. That was the only proper word for Adonis and his mouth. Wow. If a kiss could melt her insides, a touch below her neck would set her on fire.

“We need to get inside.” His voice was gruff.

Suddenly conscious of the display they were making, Gemma took two giant steps toward the panel, punched in the code, and pushed open the door. For a moment, she worried that the spell had been broken, that he’d stay behind the threshold. But her worry was squashed when he pushed in behind her and Granger, closing the door hard.

Trying not to run, she moved as quickly as possible to her bedroom.

Shutting out the dog, Adonis closed another door.

It was them.

Only them.

And a huge king-size bed raised on a six-inch platform. The room, normally flooded with light, was cast in deep shadows, the sun having dipped close to the horizon. Not able to look at the man she’d invited into her inner sanctum, Gemma tiptoed around him and pushed up the dimmer switch. The sconces on either side of the bed and the tiny halogen spots along the ceiling beam glowed weakly, inadvertently setting the scene for seduction.

“Are the lights… I…um…” What did people say at a time like this? She tried to remember her lines from her last lovemaking scene, but her head was woefully blank. “I don’t know what comes next,” she blurted.

“What do you want to be next, Gemma?”

In movies, this was always carefully scripted. She’d lost her on-screen virginity twice. “In Entwined Souls, I was supposed to be fated. The community elders orchestrated the first time between the boy and girl. In The Absent Girl, it was one of those Lolita situations.”

“Real life isn’t anything like the movies, Gemma. At least it wasn’t for me.”

She walked over and sat on the bed’s gray comforter, kicking off her shoes. “I guess if it were like the movies, then I’d have more experience than I do.” She laughed awkwardly.

Adonis fell to one of the orange leather chairs her decorator had insisted upon. He untied first one heavy boot, then the next. He pulled off his socks and tucked them in the collar of the boots. Standing, he took one step, then another toward her. With each step, her heart accelerated.

This was going to happen. Finally, she was going to have something in common with the rest of the world, rather than everything about her life being an anomaly.

Instead of sitting next to her, Adonis knelt before her on the small platform. Gently, he parted her knees and fitted his hips between. Eyes level, she flicked hers away, staring over his shoulder at the black and white spots in the cowhide rug.

She’d made a wish then gotten what she’d fantasized about so many nights, right here in this bed, Adonis Andreis.

“What are you thinking, Gemma? You’re not here with me anymore.”

“I got my wish, but I don’t know what to do with you.”

“What feels good?”

Heat rushed to her skin. It was as though sweat was prickling from every single pore. “Kissing you felt good.”

He lifted her arms and slipped his jacket from her shoulders. “Then why don’t we start there.”

His kiss started out as tentative as the last time, as if she were as unsure as a skittish rabbit. She’d made herself a promise. She never shied away from her commitments. So she lifted her hands and grabbed handfuls of his shirt, pulling him ever closer.

Tilting her head, she opened her mouth a bit, wordlessly inviting him to kiss her deeply. His tongue came out in exploration. He tasted like heaven. So much better than tobacco disguised with mint, like she’d experienced on far too many movie sets.

“You taste really good,” she said after leaning back. Gemma flattened her hands along his collar, the little flecks of plaster bumpy under her fingers. Slowly, not breaking her stare this time, she unbuttoned first one, then two buttons. When there was no protest from him, she quickly undid the remainder and spread the shirt wide. The reward was more than worth the effort.

A broad, hard chest lay under her exploring fingers. A sprinkling of light brown hair covered his skin. Flat nipples sat along the strong planes of his pecs. As if moving on its own, Gemma’s hand followed the tracing of hair that arrowed its way down to his jeans.

His stomach sucked in suddenly as she laid her fingers against his belt buckle. The double-thick layer of fabric at the zip did little to hide the telltale bulge below.

That was for her. Despite his protests, in spite of who she was, he wanted her.

Taking her hands from him, she reached behind her back and undid the single snap holding her top together. The sleeveless top slipped off her shoulders with the slightest lean forward.

Adonis placed a kiss on the top of her head. His lips moved to the side of her neck, his tongue darting out and leaving a hot, sweet trail. She gasped when his open mouth landed hotly on the sheer lace covering her breast.

Holy Jesus, she would never survive this. This feeling like something was trying to claw its way from her skin.

Pushing his shirt from his shoulders, she grasped his shoulders, bringing them closer.

Seconds later, the scrap of lace that had covered her breasts was nowhere to be found, and they’d gone from vertical to horizontal in the blink of an eye. He lay next to her, his movements lazy and unhurried.

All she wanted was hurry. As in, hurry up and get it over with. Tick the “first time” box and move on. He was anything but in a hurry. Reverently, Adonis smoothed a hand down her body, barely grazing her breast, but pushing the romper off her legs. A tiny black thong was all that remained.


She’d never felt so exposed to a man.

She concentrated on staying still, resisting the urge to push her breasts into his palms, shove her hips toward his.

She curved her hands around the back of his head and brought it back down. Kissing. That was something she could do.

Gemma had prided herself on always being a fast study. When Adonis lifted his mouth this time, his pupils were dilated; the little green that remained was intensely dark. One thing mastered. While she was trying to figure out what she could do to turn him on, he lay his palm flat against her hard nipple.

When his hand plumped the breast closest to him, she knew he wasn’t playing anymore.

“Oh…oh my God,” she said when his lips and tongue finally closed around her nipple.

His teeth grazed her flesh as he pulled away in an instant. “Sorry. You okay?”

“Yes. It was just intense. Better than I expected.”

His chuckle was mischievous as he bent his head again, this time taking the other nipple deep into his mouth. This time he didn’t flinch at her cry of pleasure. He kissed a hot, wet trail back up her chest, taking her lips again.

Her hands made deliberate work of separating the buckle from belt loop. Not able to hold back any longer, she rolled to her side, slipping a leg between the coarse fabric covering his thighs. She let out a moan when the rough of denim brushed against the smooth of silk of her underwear.

One last hurdle flitted to the front of her mind, stopping her from enjoying every smell, touch, taste of the feast before her.

“Do you… God. Do you have a condom? I don’t. I can order, but I didn’t know…size.”

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