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When Amber signed her sister’s name on a pen pal letter to a Marine, it was only meant to be a little white lie. As usual, Jory Walker, older sibling, stepped in to make her sister’s mistake right. Jory didn’t intend to send more than one or two letters. When faced with four letters from SSGT Trent Stevens in Afghanistan, Jory had no choice but to correspond. What harm could it do? After all, she was Jory, that was no lie. But the picture Amber had sent, of herself in a bikini –well, that wasn’t Jory by a long shot. Since she was in no danger of falling for a man so far away –Jory kept writing. SSGT Stevens could never be the man of her dreams. They had nothing in common. Or did they? What started off as an innocent ruse, morphed into a monstrous web of deceit. Would unpredictable love break her heart?
Author
I've been making up stories for as long as I can remember. When other kids wanted to be doctors, teachers or firemen, I wanted to be a writer. As soon as I could read, I began devouring books. I'd read anything I could get my hands on, but Louisa May Alcott's Little Women and Nancy Drew mysteries were early favorites. In school, term papers were my favorite homework. While others bemoaned the amount of work involved, I jumped in, burying myself in research and writing the document with care. Still fiction was my first love. After college and a degree in English, I fell into the world of advertising. After many years in corporate America, I went my own way. Working and raising two kids took all my energy and creativity. But when the youngest went off to school, all the stories ideas in my head came to life. Mac Caldwell and Callie Richards landed in my head and refused to leave. So I told their story. What started as one book has become six. Now I greet my characters every morning at six and jump back into their story, enjoying every minute. I'm blessed to be able to work at something I love and share my space with my husband as well as my beloved pug, Homer. More than 26 books later, I'm still up at the crack of dawn, crafting the tales of the people who live in my head.
