Which Book Should I Write Next?
VIOLET MOON BOOK #1
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
A reality TV wedding with a twin-swapped bride.
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!
What could go wrong?
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.
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.
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.
In this high stakes game of twin swap, I could lose it all. Or might I win the jackpot?