The wrong girl. The right moves. The dirty business deal that ends with a mule and a gun…in the hands of someone Chase least expects.After spending more than a decade in Afghanistan, Chase is more than happy to start his own business, doing exactly what he loves. A deal goes sour and Chase is left to pick up the pieces. Luckily, his military buddy, Carson, is more than happy to assume the role. Ignoring his broken heart, Chase motors on, hiring a lovely young assistant named Summer, who turns out to be something Chase would never have guessed.Working with her uncle for countless schooling years was a perfect move for Summer, but when her uncle sells on retirement, Summer finds herself being turned away by potential employers, citing her lack of professional experience as an excuse for giving her a chance. But when Chase, a man opening a gun business, throws her an olive branch, she is over the moon. The small town catches wind of Summer's new position, and she finds herself sullying a long-distance relationship inadvertently.A horrifying incident in the office threatens Summer's new career, causing Chase to wonder if his past has come back to haunt him, after all. And when Chase's hand is finally dealt to him, he learns who the traitor is…seconds too late.HEA (Happily Ever After)Ranch romanceCowboy romanceSecond chance romanceMilitary romanceOffice 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!
