Saturday, April 14, 2018

N O W   I N   A U D I O

Book 3, Brides Along the Chisholm Trail
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Book 2, Nashville Duets
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Life throws things at you that you never expected to ever happen.

Last month ago -- March 14 -- my husband was diagnosed with Stage IV brain and liver cancer.  Our normal life is no longer what we once had. It is now filled with cherishing each day we have together. To weather the ups and downs. The good days and the bad days.

Please keep my husband in your prayers.

I have faith that my love, my life, my everything, will be healed by His healing hands. ☝🙏

Read our journey here:

Sunday, February 18, 2018

N E W   C O V E R S
(details under Romance Bookshelf)


Monday, October 30, 2017

So excited to announce that THE MARSHAL'S BRIDE has tied for SECOND in the Historical Short category of the 2017 IDA Contest!

This novella is set in 1877 using Fred, I.T. as a backdrop! Thank you Mark Rath of the Chickasha Chamber of Commerce for the wonderful idea, and Patricia Cunningham of the Grady County Historical Society for all your help in researching this western historical romance! 

Congratulations to all the winners and finalists! The IDA is a contest sponsored by Oklahoma Romance Writers of America, but is open to all works of fiction in digital format, regardless of romantic content.

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Welcome to the Romance Resistance

Welcome to the Romance Resistance: The Trump Effect on book sales isn't reaching all genres. Women are buying even more romance novels now....

Sunday, October 1, 2017

Cuervo, New Mexico: A Real Ghost Town

Over Labor Day weekend, hubby and I took a quick trip to New Mexico to visit a few friends and to take in the sites. We ran across an actual ghost town along I40!

There appeared to be someone “living” in the house next to the church as there were blankets on the floor and a plastic milk carton, as well as an Ouji Board on the wall! 

We also found the school where the kids of this town probably attended.



Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Maxine Douglas Affairs of the Heart Newsletter: August 1, 2017: Can you smell it? Fall is just around the corner—or so it seems. The first NFL game of the season, college football is gearing up, and... 

A Weekend with the Authors in Nashville was a blast!

It is a small and intimate reader event with a limit of 50 authors attending. There was speed dating, a western party and cookout on Friday night, the signing on Saturday, steampunk party on Saturday night, and so many other events and games for those who attended.

There was everything from dildo races to a western cookout complete with a mechanical bull to a book walk to a steampunk party. This was a new event for me and I wasn't sure what to expect, but I have to say that I had fun with the readers and authors. I’m looking forward to March next year!

Click here to see pictures of the signing, but in the meantime here are some of the pictures captured that weekend. 

Head on over to Fans of A Weekend With the Authors FB page to see what the authors/readers had to say!

A Weekend With the Authors 2017 -- Attending Authors

Ø March 16-18, 2018:  A Weekend With The Authors, Nashville, TN

See you there!

Simply To Die For

I am always looking for ways to give my readers something. I am currently seeking several people who are interested in reading an Advance Reader Copy of Simply to Die For and posting a review within 1-5 days of the release date. Click here to read sample chapters. If you are interested in reading/reviewing the entire book, please send me an email to obtain a link to the ARC.  Thank you!

Friday, April 28, 2017

Marshal's Bride

Near Fred, Indian Territory, 1877

Gabe eased slow and steady along the stage road leading to Fred. “We’re almost there, Abby.”
He was in no hurry to hand over his privacy with Abby yet. The first few weeks being married made him realize how much he’d needed a woman in his life. How much he actually needed Abby to keep him honest with himself. No woman had ever been able to do that.
“Thank goodness! I have grown tired of this jostling about. I’m afraid I may have permanent bruising on my—” Abby stopped short, and Gabe laughed out loud.
“Believe me, you do not have permanent damage on any part of your body.” Gabe glanced over, smiling at the rush of color spreading on his wife’s cheeks. After three weeks on the trail, their intimacies, he’d wondered at how she still blushed like a young woman. Abby was a widow, not unaware of the goings on between a man and his wife. Yet she acted like a young bride new to the ways of marriage.
Gabe found he loved that part of her beyond belief.
“You are truly insufferable!” She laughed, adjusting her sweet little bottom on the wooden bench. “These past weeks I have found how much I enjoy that side of you. You keep me on guard, sir. Don’t change. Ever!”
“I will do my best to abide by your wishes.” Gabe winked at Abby and reined in the mules. The need to hold her overwhelmed his senses.
“Is something wrong, Gabe? Why are we stopping?” Abby looked around them, her eyes full of questions.
Gabe jumped from the wagon then extended a hand. “There will be if you don’t get down from there.”
His blood burned like wildfire through his veins as her hand slipped perfectly into his. Her light girlish laughter filled his heart as she fell into his arms. Gabe gazed into her eyes, falling deeper under their spell. He held her against him to ease the pain of needing her next to him. He pushed a stray lock of hair from her face then covered her mouth with his, completely devouring her. He groaned as his body reacted to her melting against him. This may truly be the last uninterrupted private moments they’d have for a while once he took up as marshal in Fred.
“I couldn’t wait for nightfall, Abby.” Gabe kept her close, her heart pounding against him. “Once we get to Fred, we won’t have much time alone with each other. You’ll have the homestead to make feel like home. I’ll have to see Colonel Frank Fred. I’ll need to get word to Deputy US Marshal Reeves and present my official papers to him, although I’m sure Judge Parker has already made him aware of my arrival. There’s much to be done once we arrive.”
Abby gazed up at him, her doe eyes sparkling with the same need he felt. “I will be waiting when you are done, Gabe. The cold, empty house will be warm and inviting by the time you find your way home.”
“I was wrong in not telling you about the move when you arrived in Dodge. There will be many more things that I will do wrong. Promise me that you’ll never let those indiscretions drive you from me.” Gabe held her hand in his, watching his finger trace the lines of her soft palm. 

Follow Gabe and Abby to Fred
as they settle into their marriage and learn to survive
in Indian Territory.