ROM-COM STORYTELLER
Which Book Should I Write Next?
Buried Roots
VIOLET MOON BOOK #1
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My entire past was a lie.
After an urgent call from a probate lawyer, I fly from New York to Violet Moon, a tiny town in Georgia I’ve never heard of.
Surprise! A stranger willed me his dilapidated farm. Since my parents died, I don’t have any family left—not that I know of, anyway.
Now, I have to figure out what to do with the place, and fast. I can’t let the animals starve—especially one particularly hungry goat who keeps stealing my Fig Newtons—but I can’t stay here, either. I need to convince Owen Brooks, a hotshot contractor from Atlanta, to flip the place for me.
When Meadow, my ten-year-old nonverbal neighbor, speaks to Owen and me during a horseback ride, Owen takes the job, and I decide to stay longer. There’s something about this place that makes me feel whole, and when Owen shows up in a flannel jacket, all I can think about is getting him out of it.
But I can’t fall for him or Meadow—my life is in New York, and they belong here.
When I find the gnarly tree from my nightmares, I have to find the truth—even if it alters lives forever.
Bridesmaid to Bride
WINGMOM STORY #2
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A reality TV wedding with a twin-swapped bride.
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After a chemical peel blisters my identical twin’s face, I begrudgingly agree to spend the weekend pretending to be my estranged sister, the bride of a televised reality TV wedding. Worse, to stop my family from playing matchmaker all weekend, I introduced West Quinn, the best man and my BFF, as my boyfriend. Hardly!
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What could go wrong?
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Now, I've got to shack up with West to validate the boyfriend ruse, which skyrockets from awkward to Armeggeddon when wedding guests see me—as the bride—head into the best man’s hotel suite.
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The only upside of this televised circus is that with several four-legged rescue bridesmaids, I hoped to get Pawfs, my doggie biscuit delicacies, on air for some much-needed PR. Now, in the chaos, the network plans to cut the Pawfs footage. My business must succeed after sacrificing everything for it.
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When West whisks me away on a moonlit horse ride, I realize my like for him might be growing into the other “l” word, something I simply cannot allow. Not after the crushing loss that tore me and my twin apart.
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In this high stakes game of twin swap, I could lose it all. Or might I win the jackpot?
