It's the jeans.I'm a sucker for a man that wears his jeans just right.As for Turner, it's also his sexy, cocky smirk.But when I make a move on him, he's like a scared rabbit.I've never seen anything like it.Yes, he likes girls. I've asked him straight up.So I experiment.I back him into a corner where he can't say no.The heat is undeniable.What I learn about him breaks my heart.What he does for me redeems him.What we do for each other, despite the odds, is what makes it stick.Or, so I think.But when a wedding - not ours - comes into the picture, it's another story.Suddenly Turner isn't looking at me with those smoldering eyes anymore.It's another look. A look I've never seen before on a man but always wanted to.Or is it?A runaway ranch hand. A woman at the wrong place and time for him. When they both learn that they need each other, will it be enough for him to stay?My house is a money pit. No two ways about it. But I'm too nice to put up a fuss. And I'm too busy. With a demanding job that I love, a best friend that's getting married, and a mysterious new hand at the Barnes ranch that everyone seems to be talking about, I've got my hands full. It's none of my business what makes this Turner guy tick, but I sure find a way to get his attention. Next thing I know he's at my house, raising hell, but he's not interested in warming my bed until a surprise guest shows up, uninvited. Then the tables turn, but I'm still not sure if it's in the direction that I want it to go.***Talking about myself isn't my strong suit. Especially when someone's digging into the troubles in my personal life. I'm not proud of it. I also don't want to whine about it. When Billy takes me in, despite the gap in my experience, he asks no questions and I tell him no lies. That is until Trisha comes into the picture. She's strong, beautiful, sexy as hell, and the way she looks at me, I know that she's fishing for more than I can give her. Then I learn that she's got a world of troubles herself. It's especially true when I find myself dodging a blade. Days later, I smell a rat, as a certain someone in Trisha's life starts playing a dangerous game. Thankfully, it's a game that I just might play better. 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!
