The Roses of Prose

Isabel sat, curled up on the end of the couch, full of the excellent ribs and coleslaw, wondering how this evening was going to end. H...

Joe Angelo shut the oven door and turned around when a thump sounded from the front porch. Even Elvis singing Blue Christmas on the cl...

She peered through the snow-spattered windshield at the neon sign and hoped like hell there was room at the inn. Pressing harder on th...

NOVEMBER 27TH is a big day--for me, anyway. HIDDEN SECRETS releases! This is the final book in my Siren Cove series and the last chance t...