A woman he hates. A man she hates more. An unwanted child. And a man who tries to take it all away with one signature.As soon as Zack Walters walked into that sticky bar, I knew he couldn't put a sentence together without effort. To my surprise, I've learned that he's not a man of many words. His actions speak much louder. He didn't know what he was getting into when he mixed with me. Truth is, I didn't know, either. That's been my life. A laundry list of troubles isn't what anyone wants, especially when it comes to one pint-sized person. It isn't what I signed up for. It isn't what Zack signed up for, either. But most important, it isn't what a child should have to go through alone.She's silver-tongued, audacious, and a huge pain in my ass. But I was raised to help when help's needed. It's what I do. She thinks I'm a fool, and sometimes I believe her, but falling in love twice in the same week doesn't prove anyone wrong, least of all me. Despite the alarm bells going off all over, I can't stay away from these girls, and one of them won't let me leave. I just wish there were more guarantees. My brothers think that he'll take her away, and if he doesn't, with Kate's troubles, something else might. It's like a Euchre game. I just hope that my heart can trump their spades.…little do I know that the Euchre game is going to be trumped by a blast going off on the day that my brother says his vows.HEA (Happily Ever After)Hate to love romanceRanch romanceCowboy romanceMedium heatCourse languageCliffhanger ending Some have said that if you see me on the street (usually with a book in hand or a laptop fired up), I appear a cold, hard-fisted person. However, once we've spoken for five minutes or less, you'll have laughed at least once. That is, provided you appreciate sarcastic, self-deprecating wit.My first short story was penned in middle school and I was hooked ever since.I graduated with honours from Humber College and began working as an Administrative Coordinator for a large, multinational corporation shortly afterward. Quickly learning that the corporate world, despite the love I had for my job, is a slow killer of creativity, I chose to quit during maternity leave in 2006.Difficulty thinking outside the box soon evaporated when I received something that didn't come in one: my first child. While at home with the baby my imaginative energy got the better of me and my first memoir was written. It had been a dream of mine to write about my late father, who passed away from alcoholism in 1992, and it took me two years to compose a fifty-page manuscript, but I did it.After my second daughter was born in 2008 I had more fuel to write, and felt it necessary to voice the challenges and inherent gifts I acquired during my struggles with Scoliosis. Hence, my second memoir was born. The words flowed out of me with such ease I shocked myself.My love for words grew with each book I read and every word I wrote. I soon realized I had no more material to write non-fiction, which led me to take a stab at fiction. The next two books were such a revelation: it became more and more clear what my true calling was. The rest, as they say, is history!
