Wine Glass or Crying Baby?

Well, I’ll admit I don’t care for the taste of wine, but I do know how to whine. LOL

Today I’m wound up tight as a child’s top because of the excessive heat warnings we’ve had in Arizona for the last week. Don’t get me wrong, I usually love living in this beautiful state, but not today—not this month. I want to be somewhere else. Preferably not too cold, but warm enough to enjoy the water.

I could stay inside, which would require not moving. Even beneath the air conditioning if I attempt the dishes or clean something or change my clothes more than once, I find myself drenched in perspiration, which is not attractive on a woman. After ten minutes my makeup is melted and I look like a raccoon. And it’s so not funny when I run to the store and afterwards glance at myself in the rearview mirror realizing everyone saw me this way.

Of course I could vegetate on the couch, get lost in a book. Or let my creative side bubble to the surface, convincing me that I’m in the Caribbean or Hawaii sitting beneath a large palm, a nice cool drink in one hand, while the other sifts through the white sand as I listen to the gentle caress of the ocean.

Hmmm… Where is that cabana boy? I’m ready for another daiquiri…or two.

Please don’t wake me, because in reality I’ll be strung out on the couch, holding a glass of ice water, petting my cat, listening to a dripping faucet I have yet to fix.

I was born beneath the air sign, but it should have been the water sign, because I truly love the water. Swimming. Boating. Jet skiing. You name it. This year I have the deepest tan I’ve ever had, but it hasn’t been from enjoying the aforementioned. No. This Arizona native has been hard at work trying to keep her pool and two and half acres looking presentable. Am I whining? Oh heck yeah! With this heat it has truly been a miserable endeavor.

And don’t get me started on the horrific dust storms  (haboobs) we have during the monsoon season. The dust was so blinding I couldn’t see a foot in front of my face. This particular haboob reached heights of 8,000 to 10,000 feet and 50 miles wide in some areas. Not to mention the massive winds which carried crap from other people’s yards right into my pool.  Yep! Got to clean all the up too.

The good news we are halfway through August and September means a slight drop in temperature. When October rolls around the nights will be getting cooler, which slows the grass growth. Mama didn’t raise no fool. I won’t be planting winter grass this year.

And with that thought, I thank you for letting me get this off my chest. I hope each of you are in your favorite spot with a cool drink and a delicious book. It’s time for me to take a dip in the pool.

Cheers.

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WILD

Memories made her run. Family forced her home. Only love can make her stay.

Whispering Cove, Book 1

 

 

 

Ten years ago, a tragic accident drove Andie Adair away from her family, friends and fiancé in Whispering Cove. A dark secret has kept her away from the sleepy seaport village, until she receives an ambiguous telephone call from her grandfather. He’s in the hospital. Desperate to cling to her only living relative, she races home—and straight into the arms of the one man she can’t bear to face.

Sheriff Brody McGrath built a life without the woman of his dreams, but when the prowler he catches turns out to be Andie, he isn’t prepared for the onslaught of emotions—grief, regret, heartache, and love. There is no denying the old spark between them still burns brightly, but love may not be enough to defeat Andie’s demons and allow her to live again.

This book has been previously published.

Product Warnings

Add one part high school reunion, one part poker bet, mix with three meddling, matchmaking grandfathers. Result, one long-overdue romance with enough heat and sparks to burn up the pages.

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WET

A look, a kiss, a taste of melted chocolate…

Whispering Cove, Book 2

 

 

 

Celebrity chef Kathleen Wilson has returned to Whispering Cove for her high school reunion. Tired of big-city life, she’s looking forward to relaxing in the quaint fishing village. The one thing she’s not looking forward to is facing the boy from her past. The boy she turned her back on ten years ago. The same boy she has never gotten over.

Firefighter Trent Parker has never given up on reuniting with his Katy. When he hears she’s back in town, he figures the quickest way to show her where she really belongs is to launch an all-out, blatant campaign of seduction. An accident with a fire hose leaves her soaked—and ignites a firestorm of need in them both, with only one way to extinguish the flames.

Soon they’re burning up the sheets, but when morning comes and the smoke clears, Katy faces a choice she never thought she’d have to make again. To leave for another ten years…or admit that the heat between her and Trent isn’t about to burn out.

This book has been previously published.

Product Warnings

A dash of chocolate, a celebrity chef and a sexy firefighter who knows as much about starting a fire as how to put one out.

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WICKED

He’s sailed the seas for adventure…and found the sexiest one back at home.

Whispering Cove, Book 3

 

 

 

Danica Kent, MD, has settled into her new role as a small-town doctor. She caters to her Whispering Cove patients, especially the rum-drinking, poker-playing, town grandfathers who have their hands in a bit of everything. But when one of those patients brings her face-to-face with her high school crush, the work she’s done to reinvent herself falters.

Braydon Mitchell sails around the world writing freelance magazine articles. With no desire to settle down, he’s successfully avoided his grandfather’s pleas to come home…until now. Returning out of worry for the old man’s health, Braydon finds old friends in town for their high school reunion. And something he hadn’t expected. Danica, the awkward teenage geek who’s all grown up—and filled out in all the right places.

From their first touch, erotic sparks make Braydon want everything he isn’t built for—small-town stability, a strong woman’s love, family. And Danica wonders if Braydon has dropped anchor for good…or if her lover will be gone with the next tide.

This book has been previously published.

Product Warnings

Sweet, stunning, single doctor seeks strong, sexy sailor for sailing, snuggles and plenty of batten-down-the-hatches and hold-on-tight lovin’. Meddling grandfathers can please butt the hell out.

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