Edwardian eras, as well as the Old West as long as I can remember.
Oregon where only the most determined and resolute individuals dare toil the
soil that spent centuries covered in sagebrush, rock, and the random juniper
tree, I never gave a thought to my great fortune in having a rural foundation
on which to build my future.
girlie-girl being raised as a tomboy came in handy when I began writing western
romances. You’d be surprised how many of the wild adventures in my stories are
based on things I either experienced or witnessed during my formative years.
hopeless romantic, with a bit of sarcasm thrown in for good measure. I’ve
always been a sappy-hearted girl who loves a happy ending. I also love the western
and rural way of life and that’s why I began writing sweet and clean western
about me is posted with frequency on my blog.
There you’ll discover I’m completely and entirely smitten with my husband,
lovingly referred to as Captain Cavedweller. You’ll also find that I eat too
much chocolate, have a thing for roses, like to play with my camera, and enjoy
researching the towns and eras for my romances set in the old west.
Palmer makes a promise to his dying friend to watch over the man’s wife and
child. Years later, he continues to keep an eye on Posey Jacobs and her
precocious little boy. The only problem is that he’s not sure his heart can
withstand the vow he made when he falls in love with the widow and her son.
Jacobs misses her beloved husband, but her wrenching grief has given way to
hope for the future as she finds herself falling deeper and deeper in love with
Tad Palmer. However, the infuriating man doesn’t seem to notice her interest
and treats her as he would his sister.
in a goat who thinks she’s a dog, a town full of quirky characters, and this
widow has her work cut out for her if she wants one handsome cowboy to give her
men stepped outside and watched as Nate Jacobs proudly walked down the street.
A flop-eared black and white dog, its bright pink tongue lolling out of its
mouth, flanked him on one side while a prancing goat wearing a wreath of
flowers around her head kept step on the other.
Good luck with your very own Pied Piper.”
lifted a departing hand to Thane as the man hurried down the steps and grinned
at the boy and his animal pals.
Tad’s bent leg. “What brings you to town, Nater?”
in front of them and bleated softly.