Sometimes secrets tear us apart. Sometimes secrets bring us together. Kendra and Ian had no idea their secrets would fuel romance.On the surface, Kendra is seen as the apartment's gossip, but underneath she's a woman who has felt pain in a way that most haven't. Hiding behind a pair of non-prescription lenses is a girl who loves, laughs, cries, and enjoys life...all from behind her living room curtains. Her best friend vows to help Kendra live vicariously through her own socialite lifestyle, but at the end of the day, Kendra shrinks back to the wallflower she is, pushing her loved ones away.Ian Wilkinson is the heartthrob that doesn't know Kendra exists. He's beautiful, rich, and women crawl all over him...which he hates. His mother constantly sets him up with shallow, gold-digging women who follow him around like a lost puppy. Ian Wilkinson also has a secret. When women learn his flaw it usually sends them packing...until now.Kendra is about to learn that she is not the only person who is misunderstood...will they both be able to share their pain and accept their personal flaws?This is the first book in a light-hearted, page-turning romantic trilogy that has a cliffhanger ending. Filled with laughs, family issues, drama, and wholesome love, Misunderstood is about personal challenges and finding love.Pick up a copy today! Some have said that if you see me on the street (usually with a book in hand or a laptop fired up), I appear a cold, hard-fisted person. However, once we've spoken for five minutes or less, you'll have laughed at least once. That is, provided you appreciate sarcastic, self-deprecating wit.My first short story was penned in middle school and I was hooked ever since.I graduated with honours from Humber College and began working as an Administrative Coordinator for a large, multinational corporation shortly afterward. Quickly learning that the corporate world, despite the love I had for my job, is a slow killer of creativity, I chose to quit during maternity leave in 2006.Difficulty thinking outside the box soon evaporated when I received something that didn't come in one: my first child. While at home with the baby my imaginative energy got the better of me and my first memoir was written. It had been a dream of mine to write about my late father, who passed away from alcoholism in 1992, and it took me two years to compose a fifty-page manuscript, but I did it.After my second daughter was born in 2008 I had more fuel to write, and felt it necessary to voice the challenges and inherent gifts I acquired during my struggles with Scoliosis. Hence, my second memoir was born. The words flowed out of me with such ease I shocked myself.My love for words grew with each book I read and every word I wrote. I soon realized I had no more material to write non-fiction, which led me to take a stab at fiction. The next two books were such a revelation: it became more and more clear what my true calling was. The rest, as they say, is history!
