Life gets complicated when love turns out to be nothing like you expected - and the woman you want is too close to touch. Gretchen Kaiser is a workaholic corporate honcho with issues – she’s got daddy issues, she’s got female-executive-in-a-man’s-world issues, and she’s got one night stand issues...
Seven women, seven days. A lot can happen. There are three things that Amy Forrester loves most in the world: Jo, her wife of fifteen years; spending time with her closest friends; and her cabin in the woods. What better way to spend the week between Christmas and New Year's than having all three...
A businesswoman finds new life and love after she resigns from her job and relocates to upstate New York to help her cousin run a small bookstore.
Four deliveries here, one across the street, business pick-ups, and then she’d start on her residential deliveries, which she always did last. MJ— nobody called her by her given name other than her mother and then only when she was angry—loved her job. It was hard work, both physically and mental...
ursday night (after baking a lemon bundt cake, an apple crisp, and double-chocolate brownies), I had viciously cursed all manner of gods, clocks, watches, hourglasses, sundials, time zones, and anything else I could think of that may have conspired to make the week drag by as slowly as was concei...
She had no idea how long the flight was. Which time zone she was in was a mystery to her. What she did know was that Bob was a widow who was on his way back from visiting his first grandchild, a boy named Cameron, who was born a month before. His daughter and son-in-law lived in London and Bob pu...
It felt like the flowers had just begun to bloom last week and now Labor Day weekend was on the horizon. She steered her slate blue BMW down the road, absorbing the sunny and pleasant absolutely beautiful day. The heat wave had finally broken and, aside from a few days of rain, the past two weeks...
Dawn’s going to hate it. You know how she is. She’s going to say itfeels like a den instead of a living room and she’s going to askwhere I’d put the guests for a dinner party, because they certainlywon’t be comfortable in a den.” She sighed, feeling the dread comeover her. She knew that she shoul...
That, she was sure of. Bells. Ringing. Her brain struggled to make sense of the sounds until she gradually woke from a very sound sleep and realized her cell phone was ringing. A quick peek at it through one squinted eye told...
She could feel it. Her precarious grip on her control was slipping just as obviously as if she’d been dangling from a cliff face and felt the rock skidding under her Þ ngertips and cutting into her skin. The more determinedly she tried to convince herself she was Þ ne, the louder the voice in her...
Weirdly so. Maybe Jillian had gone somewhere and that’s why she’d called so many times. Though she never left a message. Confusion clouded Angie’s mind as she set her keys and bag down. “Jill?” Her voice didn’t echo, but it might as well have, the house felt so empty. Furrowing her brow, Angie mo...