
Part of Series
As the campfire dies down, one couple’s desire is just heating up. Whispering Cove, Book 10 Sun, sand, water and cold beer is just what construction worker Devon Taylor is looking for. The first beach party of the season means fun pickin’s for a bachelor, especially when a volleyball-playing, redheaded beauty in a teeny tiny string bikini captures his attention. When he learns she’s the sister of a soon-to-be-married friend, in town two weeks early to help with the wedding, his hopes for a wild night locked in her arms are dashed. Real estate developer Sahara Caan is a woman not to be ignored. She knows what—or rather, whom—she wants, and tonight she is hell bent on getting the sexy bachelor out of his swimming trunks and into her bed. What can Devon say? After all, he’s just a man. Their night spent together is earthshattering. Who knew that a laid-back construction worker could so thoroughly turn her world upside-down? But when their different lives clash and good intentions turn sour, it will take a miracle to keep their love nailed together. Warning: Contains one sworn bachelor and a career-minded woman who refuses to deny their bodies’ desires. Sparks could rival Fourth of July fireworks, so protective eyewear is recommended.
Author

Born and raised in Arizona, I guess you'd call me a desert rat. Well, actually, I'd be a desert rat that loves the mountains and lakes. Arizona gives me great pleasure, because if I'm not at the computer writing or buried nose deep in a book you'll find me on a four-wheeler, or a jet ski, or being pulled behind my 26’ Monterey boat on an oblong tube called a ‘hot dog’ laughing my ass off. In fact, my family says I have an unnerving cackle cutting through the waves—similar to a witch! Yes, that's right this witch has a family... Bill is my wonderful husband of twenty-two years. Tia, Samantha and Ashley are my three beautiful girls and my greatest accomplishments to date. And the light of my life is a devilishly handsome grandson, Dusty. As writing is a passion with many—it’s an obsession with me. Who knew that the wild things going on in my head someone would actually read? But I'm thankful you do and I hope you find joy and entertainment in my sometimes—okay most of the time—risqué ramblings.