Welcome! As we count down to Christmas!
Isn't this cover gorgeous!
Fire Captain, Kel Jones, suspects an arsonist is active in his town of Bindarra Creek. But he’s distracted by his newest recruit, petite Greek goddess, Thalia of the divine-baklava.
When a callout to an accident gives him his first break in the case, he’s shocked when the investigation throws up an unexpected suspect. Sparks fly as the search for truth pits him against his newest recruit. (Bindarra Creek A Town Reborn book 2)
Turn Left for Home (Home to Lark Creek book 3)
When young Kaden Roscoe breaks into Anna Wilkins’ cottage, he sets off a chain of events that puts her on a collision course with the new lawyer in town.
When Jack Donaldson takes on the case, the last thing he expects—or wants— is to share the care of a troubled teenager with this feisty woman.
When trouble comes to their door, can Jack and Anna work together to keep Kaden safe long enough to testify?
Here's a teaser from Sunny with a Chance of Romance (in 'Romancing the Holidays'):
High above and to her right, a dark shape flew through the air. The shadow cut across her legs and broke her concentration. Frustrated by the watery depths separating her from her quarry, she turned and glared at the distraction.
Above the rushing waters of The Passage that separated the mainland from the sand island, a kite surfer soared over the waves towards the tip of Bribie Island in an entrancing aerial display of grace and power. Beneath the midnight blue canopy, a lithe male body turned his board sharply and banked towards her strip of beach.
Who needed an ordinary surfer when perfection was gliding down to land? After all, her assignment didn’t specify exactly what type of surfer she had to bring to the awards dinner.
Clamping one hand on top of her floppy hat, Charli ran towards the spot where she figured the kite surfer would land. Sand heated by summer sun burned the soles of her feet, but she wouldn’t give her quarry a chance to disappear. Not when he was virtually falling into her outstretched hands. Head down, she ploughed on through a scattering of rocks and a low sandy ridge.
“Look out!” Her puny midday shadow was swallowed by a swooping, long, dark shadow.
Charli looked up and swerved. Too late.
A sea of midnight-blue kite wrapped around her, blocking out the sun. Her floppy hat tipped over her eyes. Squealing, she swatted at the enveloping fabric and tried to fight her way free. “Blast it, why don’t you watch where you’re going?”
A tanned, golden-haired forearm pushed the kite aside. Beneath the drooping brim of her hat a pair of bare feet and muscled legs below a wet half-suit came into view. “That’s rich. You ran into a clearly marked landing zone.” The surfer’s sexy baritone rumbled with annoyance.
She raised the brim of her hat. Slim hips, bare, bronzed chest, broad shoulders, came into view. She lifted her gaze to his eyes—sea-blue, like the ocean on a hot summer afternoon.
“You’re lucky I didn’t—Charli?”
Charli’s mouth dried as her gaze drank in the ripped body she’d lusted after throughout her teens. “D…Damian? What are you doing here?”