New release! Outback Future

Alinta is determined to make sure she never becomes a victim again, but what can she do when Mel’s previous love shows up at the outback station they are building together?  The white woman, with her proper English ways, is like no one she has ever seen before.  How can she compete with someone who once held her own love’s heart?

Mel Lawrence is astonished to see Lady Worthington in her home in the Outback, so far from England.  She had never thought she would see her again.  Abigail is even prettier than she had remembered.  It has been a lot of years, and they have both matured.  Mel, however, is now married to Alinta and they have a child, with another on the way.  

Abigail is a widow with three children of her own, and has fled to Australia, hoping to find Mel, her first love, ready to take her back.  What she finds instead surprises everyone, herself included. 

What will the future hold for these three?

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Beauty and the Beast

A tale for the ages.  A love that transcends time.

Princess Gabrielle is required to marry a man to provide an heir for her family’s kingdom, but she is in love with her childhood best friend Rosie, who has secrets and obligations of her own.

A horrendous mistake changes their fate forever…

Charmaine, an innocent reborn into another time, can free them all from the curse that befell them if she can just discover the love that they once had.

This is not your normal happily ever after….

Available now on Amazon, coming later today and in the coming weeks at all the major online retailers.

Germanic Audiobook narrated by Nicola Casey

How do you cope with a life you are bored with?  You make a new one, right?  Be careful what you wish for because you might get a whole lot more than you bargained for….
When you’re bored with your current life, take a trip; that always changes things, right?  What Analisa Meunier didn’t realize is that every decision you make in your life can change everything.  A new life, a new country, a new family, a new threat to all of that…will she survive?  Will they?
Baroness Lydia Von Horn has never met an American like Analisa Meunier.  Hiding her own identity leads to problems in their initial relationship, but making a family, a life, and surviving with both intact is the real challenge.
From Oconomowoc, Wisconsin to Hammerbruke, Germany; from Cambria, California, to Munich, Germany, their lives and trials and tribulations take them around the world.

This book was especially poignant to me, please let me know if you can figure out why? Listening to the audiobook I actually cried. I hope it affects you the same way. Available through my website here.

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A tale for the ages.  A love that transcends time.

Princess Gabrielle is required to marry a man to provide an heir for her family’s kingdom, but she is in love with her childhood best friend Rosie, who has secrets and obligations of her own.

A horrendous mistake changes their fate forever…

Charmaine, an innocent reborn into another time, can free them all from the curse that befell them if she can just discover the love that they once had.

This is not your normal happily ever after….

Obras Maestras de Malicia (Malice Masterpieces 1 in Spanish)


Al conocer a una misteriosa mujer en un bar, la vida de Deirdre está a punto de cambiar. Los abusos de su marido cesan repentinamente cuando esta mujer entra en sus vidas. ¿Qué quiere esta mujer a cambio de su ayuda?

Al descubrir los abusos que Deirdre ha estado sufriendo a manos de su apuesto y poderoso marido, ¿qué puede hacer una mujer menuda como Alice para ayudarla a salir de una mala situación? ¿Qué querrá ella a cambio de esa ayuda?


Alice tiene una rutina que sólo sigue ella. Trata de no tenerla fuera de su casa, sin dejar nada al hábito que alguien pueda seguir… ¿la está siguiendo alguien?

El asesinato requiere técnica, requiere una planificación meticulosa, y un cuidado genuino si lo vas a hacer bien, ¿no? Los actos de violencia al azar no son el estilo de Alice, sin embargo, cuando la obligan, bueno, sigamos el juego…

Malicia meticulosa profundiza en quién es realmente Alice… juguemos con sus reglas…


Cometer un error es algo que Alice no hace. ¿Puede lidiar con el hecho de que alguien podría no haber necesitado morir? ¿Puede lidiar con el hecho de que otra persona cometa un error fatal? A la arena de Alice llegan los senadores Cecilia y Ken Edwards, ¿el interés que ella ve es por su dinero, su poder o su cuerpo deseable? Perseguir esta “amistad” creará consecuencias que ninguno de ellos pretendía…


Alice está enfadada y quiere vengarse por la muerte de su hermana… ¡su amante lesbiana es su objetivo!

¿Cómo de enfadada debe estar una asesina psicópata? El homicidio justificado es un juego peligroso, pero Alice es una maestra. Alice está enfadada con su amante lesbiana y se venga de una forma única que promete exigir lo que necesita.


Cuando Alice recibe una petición de ayuda de una amiga de su hermana, ¿puede hacer algo para liberarla de las ataduras de un hombre sádico decidido a tenerla? ¿Y qué pasa con las ataduras que Kathy empieza a poner en el pequeño y frío corazón de Alice, cómo afectará esto al asesino en Alice….

Este es el QUINTO libro de la serie de libros ” MALICIA” sobre Alice, una asesina en serie con la misión de hacer justicia donde no se hace.

Puedes comprarlo en mi sitio web aquí

Amor Pirata (Spanish for Pirated Love)

Lady Claire Von Hagen se dirigía a la isla de Baleniesia, en el Caribe, para conocer al hombre con el que su padre había dictado que se casara. Lord Von Hagen, gobernador de Baleniesia, gobernaba su isla y a su hija con puño de hierro, y había determinado que el matrimonio con el desagradable, pero rico y con título, Sir Edmund Fitzhugh, sería lo más ventajoso. Lady Claire navegaba hacia Baleniesia para someterse al matrimonio cuando su barco fue capturado por piratas. Su secuestrador, un capitán pirata conocido como Black Betty, tenía otros planes para Lady Claire.

Puedes comprarlo en mi sitio web aquí

Nacida del Outback (Spanish for Outback Born)

Alinta, criada en una tierra sencilla lejos del hombre blanco, se ve repentinamente empujada a su reino sin culpa propia. De repente, debe aprender a sobrevivir entre estas criaturas extrañas y desconocidas. Pero no todos los hombres blancos la tratan de la misma manera: algunos la ven como la niña asustada que es, y otros la ven como la mujer increíble en la que está a punto de convertirse. Sigue a esta niña/mujer aborigen primitiva que intenta sobrevivir en un mundo nuevo y que cambia rápidamente.

Puedes comprarlo en mi sitio web aquí

Today would have been my mother’s 93rd birthday

My mother was born March 10, 1929. How weird to be able to be back in the 20’s! In that momentous year, the stock market also crashed, starting The Depression which lasted years. My mother grew up during that time. I think her stories of that time and her thriftiness affected me more than I knew.

When I wrote my book: The Journey Home, I felt I had been there, during The Depression. Some of the things happening in Hawaii I based on the stories of my aunt who had been stationed there as a nurse. The main characters though were no one that I knew and completely a fabrication of my mind. Something about that era though speaks to me and I have many books I’d like to write about that time period.

Mom used to talk about growing up in those years. She was a baby born well after her parents had thought they would have any more children. Grandma claimed she wasn’t an oops-baby, but I have my doubts. Her sister was eleven years older and told her later in life that she had never liked her (nice eh?), in fact, she had resented having to take care of her as the big sister, even hated her at times. Her brothers were nine and seven years older. So, by the time my mother got to high school, they went off to World War II. By the time they came home, expecting to see their little sister, she had all grown up. They didn’t like it in the least.

My grandmother was a farm girl, now living in the big city. The Milwaukee suburb of Wauwatosa. Now, when I saw the areas where my mother hung out it was much better than the stories she told. The old houses quite fashionable, upscale, and the wealth of the area obvious. My mother was friends with the mayor’s daughter and my grandmother made all her clothes. She was quite the fashionable young woman, despite the fact that they had no money. Grandpa was a professional painter and supported the family that way.

My mother though, she was something special. I always thought of her as a debutante without the coming out ball. She had taste, sophistication, and class. How she ended up with my naturalist father no one could fathom. She said she found him fascinating. He was very intelligent but no common sense. My mother had common sense in spades and I think she passed that on to me (at least I hope). There really is nothing common about common sense. Her intelligence though was something I always took for granted until I got older.

When I was eighteen and halfway through my private college, Mom decided to move to California after her divorce from my father. She asked if I wanted to go with her and as the last few years had been rocky between us, I felt I didn’t really know her (teen years and family drama), I said yeah, quit college, and packed up. Over the next few years, I really got not only to know her, but she became my best friend. Later, as I started up the first of several businesses, she helped me, she also became my co-parent when my own marriage failed.

I remember being at a trade show with her and she was taking an order. The guy insisted on speaking to the owner and she directed him to me. He looked from her fifty-something-year-old self to my twenty-something-year-old self and thought she was pulling something over on him. At twenty-seven I looked about seventeen. I smiled brightly though and my knowledge of my product and what he needed couldn’t be discounted. He became a customer. I loved that moment, she was so proud of me. She was my best friend and my greatest champion.

During the seventeen years we lived together (we had bought a house together when I was nineteen, she had the down-payment and we both made the payments until later I paid the whole thing) and those later years when I got another house and we lived together part-time, Mom got cancer three times.

The first time was with her thyroid and she ended up on Synthroid. Ironically, my first bout with cancer cost me my thyroid because of the radiation therapy and I am now on Synthroid for the rest of my life.

Her second bout with cancer was colon cancer, the kind that is usually fatal. Fortunately, they found it early and did radical surgery (which I don’t think was as necessary to be that invasive) and she hated the results for the rest of her life. Still, she was still here to tell the tale (something I frequently say).

Unfortunately, Mom’s third bout with cancer was brain cancer. This was why when I flirted with that idea with my own tumor these past months, I was panicking. I even asked the doctor, is it possible that something like that is inherited? It isn’t. Mom decided not to tell anyone that she had cancer and by the time I realized something was wrong, it was far too late.

Fortunately, I had a good relationship with her, she spent plenty of time with my sons, and they have fond memories of her as do I.

About a year or two before she died in 2001 we went to Glamour Shots. Originally it was just going to be me and the boys but at the last minute she impulsively came along and I’m so glad she did. We got these gorgeous pictures together and apart and the only formal ones I have of her later in life. For Xmas that year I sent copies to all my siblings and her brothers. Her sister had died many years before from cancer.

Cancer is a terrible thing, especially when it runs in families. I’m lucky, I’ve survived having it and almost having it again (we’ll be watching that). To this day I miss my mom and here on what would have been her ninety-third birthday wish for her sage advice and gentle humor.

I still feel her now and again and have smelt her perfume when there was no reason to be smelling it in my home. She was never physically here and it’s comforting to ‘feel’ her from time to time, knowing she is checking in on me.

Happy Birthday Mom ~ wherever you may be.