Jennifer Labelle resides in Canada with her husband and three beautiful children. After her third child she became a stay at home mom. In her busy household Jennifer likes to spend her down time engrossed in the stories that she creates. She is an active reader of romance (especially historical), mystery and anything paranormal. With an education in Addictions work she's decided to take a less stressful approach in life and hopes that you enjoy, as she shares some of her imagination with all of you.

1. Which three people (famous or otherwise) would you most like to invite to a dinner party? 
Jennifer: Hm, narrowing it down to only three is hard. I might invite Oscar Wilde, Stephen King, and Danielle Steel, three very talented writers. Haven’t put too much thought to it though.
2. Who has inspired you in your life and why? 
Jennifer: My husband has been a huge inspiration to me. He was there for me during very trying times in my life. He’s the light to my darkness. 
My mother was also an inspiration. She died when I was thirteen, but she was an amazing woman whose only fault was her taste in men. It was because of her experiences I decided to never settle for anything but the best when it came to romantic relationships. 
And, my children of course, I’ve been blessed with three. They’re my world. 
3.How would your best friend describe you? 
Jennifer: Ha ha, um…
4.How do you handle criticism? 
Jennifer: It depends how it’s given out but in all honesty I usually just try to learn from it then shrug it off. Nobody’s perfect and it’s to be expected, especially when you decide to write a book.
5. What three things do you need to be successful in this industry? 
Jennifer: 1. Patience – It’s not a fast paced business. Writing a book takes time, and so does the process of publishing it. 
2. To develop a thick skin – Not everyone will like your work and people could be downright mean. Use it as a learning experience and keep on writing.
3. Motivation – It’s always good to love what you do. The more you write the more you’ll get acknowledged. It also doesn’t hurt to have some marketing knowledge. Most writers don’t make very much money at all. 
6.What are your greatest strengths and weaknesses? 
Jennifer: Strengths – determined, strong family values, nice and easy going, a survivor, and would do anything for those I care about.  
Weaknesses – I’m a bit of an introvert, suffer from PTSD and anxiety, could use a little work on my social skills, and I’m totally awkward in large crowds.  
7. What type of writing environment do you prefer? 
Jennifer: I prefer a quiet place, I usually only get to write while the kids are at school, or at night while they’re sleeping. I don’t really have a designated area though.
8. What was the first romance you read that stuck with you and why?
Jennifer: Danielle Steel’s Jewels – It’s such a breathtaking historical romance. The main character ends up in a really bad marriage, she then divorces and meets the love of her life. He’s royalty who willingly gives up his position to the throne to be with her. Anyway I’m not doing the story justice. I was quite young when I first read it, and it stuck with me because even then I knew what toxic looked like and I guess it made me long for that happily ever after. Stupid reasoning probably, but there you have it. 
9.Other than writing, what do you like doing in your spare time? 
Jennifer: Other than writing, it would be reading.  They’re my escape. Otherwise, I’m all about my number one most important job, which is being a mother. 
10. What is the title of the last book you wrote? Tell us how you relate to one of the characters.

The last books I wrote were the I Dare You Trilogy for Evernight Publishing. Heidi (I Dare You Book 1), Zoey (I Dare You Book 2), and Meagan (I Dare You Book 3). I wouldn’t exactly say I relate to one of the characters but they were definitely fun to write. 
The last book I wrote in which I related to the character would be Holly Hewitt from Broken Survivor. It was based on true events after all, and the murder in that book is actually how my own mother died.
I’d like to thank Sable for having me on her blog today. It was a pleasure to meet you all. 
Please enjoy an excerpt from Heidi (I Dare You Book One) below. 
I’d be happy to donate an e-book copy of Heidi to one lucky reader of Sable’s choosing.

Best wishes,
~Jennifer Labelle~

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A blonde, a brunette, and a redhead walk into a bar…
After an embarrassing encounter with her roommate Nathan, Heidi Taylor is in major need of a drink and a place to hide. She calls in her two closest friends, Zoey and Meagan to help rescue her. After they meet at a bar and the liquid courage sets in, she comes up with an unusual plan in the form of a dare for each one of them.
Heidi fell in love with a man who’s off limits and she’s afraid to tell him how she really feels—until a bet is made and her friends challenge her to make a move. But Nathan De Costa makes it easy on her when he suggests she needs a little spice in her love life, and designates himself as her something spicy.

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There was a large gap in his blinds, and thanks to the sun, he woke up before the alarm went off. It was the start of a piss-poor day already, and he sighed. It was the weekend, and he couldn’t sleep in or enjoy round two with his latest one-nighter because he was interviewing roommates again. He had just over an hour to get the house straightened up and get what’s-her-name to leave. 
Kelsey, Kaylee? Fucked if I know. He got up to go take a leak. By the time he got back to his bedroom, there was an annoying beeping sounding from his nightstand and the naked woman in his bed groaned. 
“Time to get up, babe. I’ve got things to do.” He tapped her butt cheek on his way to pick up his jeans from the floor and slide them back on. He’d managed to just get them over his ass before big tits pressed against his back and pretty little hands made a grab for his junk inside of his pants.
“Hmm, what, no good morning?” What’s-her-name purred. “I was hoping to play first, maybe get a little breakfast.” She moved to stand in front of him, pulled his pants further down, and pouted. 
“No time.” But his cock had other ideas. It saluted the both of them, engorged at full mast and wanting out to seek the pleasure she’d promised while she jacked him off. 
“You sure?” She raised an eyebrow in challenge and dropped to her knees in front of him to replace her hands with her mouth. 
“We’ll have to be quick.” He cursed as she licked around the head of his cock. What man in their right mind would turn down a blowjob? The moment the tip hit the back of her throat, he was a goner. He’d given her breakfast, all right—he’d fed her his dick.

Anything I enjoy, I tend to rush – it’s a quirk of mine. If I was a guy, I’d probably have premature… well, you get the idea. I start celebrating my birthday early, at least a couple of extra days on either side of the actual date. Christmas, the same. I start giving small gifts around the fifteenth of the month, and continue for the full 12 days of Christmas. In other words, I try to squeeze every bit of joy I can out of every occasion. Which is odd, my world is so small. My family such a small number, and my friends – for the most part – online only and our paths will seldom, if ever, cross. 
Maybe, that’s why. 
Today, I’m pushing fall. I’m ready for it. I want nippy air, colorful leaves, and a sense of expectancy in the air. I’ve already started my fall menu changes. I’ve prepared soup and chili in the past week. I love my soup – in fact the recipe is below. 
I’ve been trying to get my family to bring the wreaths up from the garage. I have them store the items for me, and they put them too high for me to reach, even on the ottoman. One wreath will go on the front door, another over the fireplace, and yet another inside the top shelf of a high bookcase. I’m ready to be surrounded by burnt orange, golden yellow and warm earth tones. These colors make me happy. 
As far as my writing goes, I’m charging full speed ahead.
Finishing up GODSEND which is up for preorder and releases on October 17th. This book will be a celebration of the history of my family. Even though it’s a Hell Yeah! and has foreshadowing of the McCoy and Renaud family, it is set in the exact spot where my East Texas family home sat. It takes place in an area I know extremely well. I’ve really been preparing to write this book all of my life, the plot idea is one that has haunted me for years. Old family tales and real historical figures and happenings have been woven into my typical brand of emotional, sensual prose. – Anyway, I hope you like it. 
I’m also writing a book that has made me an emotional wreck. BECAUSE I SAID SO deals with a heartbreaking subject, a man who has lost his reason to live meets a woman who will do anything to give him a reason to go on. I honestly have to tell you that this one shook me up – even though it came from my heart and mind, it touched me in a way that few books I’ve written have. So, watch for it in the next couple of weeks– let me share the cover with you now.  

I’m also working on LOVE FOUND A WAY, a HELL YEAH! Cajun that Ryan and I are writing together. It’s also going to be an emotional read, maybe rivaling the one above – this book has the theme of GRACE – unexpected and unmerited favor. Both the hero and the heroine think they will never have a chance at happiness. Love gives them both something they never thought they could have. T is redeemed. Not only does he get the chance at the family he doesn’t think he deserves, he is able to forgive himself for a past that has haunted his every breath. Glory has never expected much from life either, she has lived with uncertainty so long, she’s afraid to hope for a family or even a future. But…LOVE FINDS A WAY. Watch for this book before Thanksgiving.

All together I’m writing between five and seven thousand words a day this month, so I have my hands full. The other day, I went out to look at houses and as I was climbing the steps into one big gorgeous place, I ran my hand along a rough-hewn railing and, unbeknownst to me, picked up a splinter. It was a full 48 hours before I noticed it and by that time, it was all puffy and sore. I’m the type of person who likes to ignore their illnesses – hence my emergency surgery for a bowel obstruction that I was convinced was food poisoning and was determined to ride out - - - but this was my hand, my right hand, my writing typing making-my-living hand. So, I got tweezers and a knife and set out to operate on myself - - well, by the time it was over, I will say this - - the neighbors were disturbed.

Anyway – here’s that recipe I promised you - - it’s good.


2 lbs. of beef - either stew meet or a chuck roast cut up in stew meat size pieces.

1 quart of beef stock

1 quart of chicken stock

2 tablespoons of beef bouillon paste

1 tablespoon of parsley

1 teaspoon of sugar

½ teaspoon of basil

½ teaspoon of thyme

½ teaspoon freshly ground pepper

1 cup chopped carrots

2 ½ cups chopped potatoes

1 ½ cup fresh green beans

1 can of pinto beans, drained

1 cup sweet corn

1 cup diced tomatoes

Salt to taste

I use a big slower cooker that has a browning function, but you use whatever you’d like – from a Ninja Slow Cooker to a big pot on the stove.

Brown your beef in a couple of Tablespoons of olive oil. Once brown, drain grease if necessary, then add all of the ingredients. Let come to a boil, then turn down to simmer for about 4 hours. This soup gets better as the day progresses, I think it’s better on day two than on day 1, the flavors just continue to meld. AND THE BIG SECRET, in case you haven’t noticed is NO WATER. If you don’t want your soup to taste watery, don’t use it. Use broth and bouillon.

Have a good week.

Love, Sable

My best friend calls me “her Fairy Godmother,” but I feel more like Cinderella. After over twenty-five years of living a typical, I now live my dreams and I create them too.

Nothing is better than creating a brand new world from a blank piece of paper. Breathing life into characters and watching their stories unfold—I am truly blessed.

I live in on eight acres in middle Tennessee with my husband, my dad, one of my three children, two dogs and three cats. I am privileged to have two precious grandsons.

When I’m not on my computer or reading my kindle, you’ll usually find me in the kitchen. I love to cook! If I’m not there, I’m on the fields, watching my grandsons’ soccer or baseball games. 

It’s never too late to chase your dreams. I’m proof you can catch them, even if arthritis slows you down. Who knows, your own Fairy Godmother may be just a dream away.

1. Which three people (famous or otherwise) would you most like to invite to a dinner party? There are so many people I’d love to meet, this is hard question to answer, but if I have to pick only three I guess I’d choose: Abraham Lincoln, because I think he had one of the greatest minds of the 20th century and I’d love to talk to him. Sherilyn Kenyon, because she was the writer that peaked my interest in Romantic Fiction, and I love her work. And Will Rogers, because I am distantly related to him. He was my great-grandmother’s cousin. He was also a great orator and told a wonderful story. I bet he would be great lunch companion.

2. Who has inspired you in your life and why? My grandfather, John Helm, known as Bud, because his family was German and it was short for Bruder, (brother) was a great inspiration in my life. He had to quit school in the eighth grade because his father had a heart condition and couldn’t work anymore. Gramps had to work to support his family. He started in the mail room at the Missouri Pacific Railroad and worked his way up to General Traffic Manager. Something one couldn’t do today. Education was so important to him, and he always felt he was “less” because he hadn’t finished school or gone to college. But he was the finest man I ever knew. Honest, loyal, hardworking and with a heart as big as Texas. He loved to hunt and fish. He told wonderful stories. And he always had butterscotch candies next to his chair for me. He taught me how to shake hands properly. How to shoot a gun, and load my own shells. Took me deep sea fishing, and bass fishing. He always had time for a curious little girl, and I adored him. Through him, I saw that you could accomplish anything if had the will and determination.
3.How would your best friend describe you? Quiet, until you get to know me. A bit too softhearted and easily hurt. Loyal. Sarcastic. Patient.

4.How do you handle criticism? I hope I handle it well. I am always looking to improve, and as long as the criticism isn’t cruel, I appreciate it. It is sometimes hard when people make attacks personal though, or are just downright mean. 

5. What three things do you need to be successful in this industry? Lol, If I knew that maybe I would be more successful! Talent, I would say is number one. Good promotional skills- number 2, and Luck- number 3. It seems to me you just have to be in the right place at the right time and have a book “hit.” It doesn’t matter how good a writer you are if no one reads your books. You have to get your books in the reader’s hands!

6.What are your greatest strengths and weaknesses? They are probably one and the same. I am a bit OCD, kind of a perfectionist. Sometimes I get so obsessed with one thing, I forget about other things. Which is bad. But, it’s also good, because I always want to make sure everything I do is the best it can be.

7. What type of writing environment do you prefer? I have a writing desk in my living room with my laptop. I have my coffee and sometimes the TV is playing (my dad lives with me and he watches) Nothing really bothers me when I write. I can shut out the world. 

8. What was the first romance you read that stuck with you and why? I have always been a voracious reader, since I was a child. I started reading harlequin romances in my teens. The first one I remember really sticking with me was called Piper’s Way by Kay Hooper. It had a bit of a paranormal twist and a quirky, funny heroine. I loved it. 

9.Other than writing, what do you like doing in your spare time? I love to cook, especially with my grandchildren. I love to read, of course. I crochet, and I go to Grandson’s soccer and baseball games.

10. What is the title of the last book you wrote? Tell us how you relate to one of the characters.
My last book was Changing Perspectives, a novel for Desiree Holt’s Omega Team Kindle world. 
There is little of me in all of my heroines. Angelina, the heroine of CP is a bit overweight, and coffee addict. That is me. Lol. She is also a fabulous singer, something I wish I could say was true of me. I love to sing. 


Angelina Montgomery’s biggest worries were graduating her Master’s degree program and finding time for a social life. The voluptuous brunette crooned sweet love songs to the crowds of the Cowboy Saloon every weekend, but hadn’t been on a date in almost a year. When flowers and gifts started arriving at her door from a secret admirer she was initially flattered. But when her car was broken into that inclination changed to fear. 
Retired Army Ranger Luiz Hernandez was one of Omega Team’s top agents. His Cuban heritage and scared visage made him the perfect man to infiltrate South American drug cartels. So why the hell were Grey and Athena sending him to babysit a co-ed with a stalker? He didn’t want the assignment, but he would do his duty. 
That duty changed when he set eyes on Angelina, and he had a new mission…capture her heart.
Nothing would stand in the way of a Ranger and his goal. Not age, emotional baggage, and certainly not a mad man hiding in the shadows.  

Excerpt One Changing Perspectives:

Another knock at the door. Ask and ye shall receive, she thought. She checked the peep hole again and almost fell over. Outside her door stood Braveheart and Antonio Banderas. Holy hell! The one guy had to be six-foot-six with flaming red hair and looked like a brick wall of muscles. The other one was shorter, maybe five-ten or six-foot, his hair shaved on the side and the top pulled back into a sexy pony-tail, his eyes covered in mirrored aviator glasses. Dark, brooding, sexy as hell. Oh, damn! These two hotties were going to be shadowing her 24/7 for god knew how long. She was in trouble with a capital T.
“Miss Montgomery? Are you there?” Braveheart asked.
Shit. She hadn’t opened the door.
“We’re from Omega Team,” he continued.
Angelina flipped the deadbolt and let them in. “Sorry, I was a little shocked when I looked through the peephole,” she stammered. “You’re a bit…large,” she added.
Braveheart laughed. “No worries, it’s good to be cautious. I’m Duncan Flynn,” he said extending his hand. “And this is Luiz Hernandez.” He indicated his partner.
Angelina’s small hand was swallowed up in his, but she shook it firmly, as her dad had taught her.
“Welcome. Come on in. I’ve got coffee made if you’d like some.”
“Sounds great,” Duncan said with a smile. He seemed like a nice man. Luiz had yet to say a word. Angelina headed to the kitchen with the two men following. As she pulled mugs from the cabinet the dark man finally spoke.
“What’s this?” he asked, pointing to the chocolates on the counter. Angelina turned around and put her hands on her hips.
“Another delivery. It came just before you two arrived. There’s a note with it. I didn’t touch it. The delivery man didn’t know if the person who sent it wrote it or if the florist did. I got the number of the florist so we could call and ask.” She picked up the card off the counter and handed it to Luiz.
“I’ll give the number to Jacqui and have her call. She’s better at dealing with people than me.” He growled, pulling the cell phone off his belt and turning toward the door. “I’ll get the print kit out of the car.” He tossed over his shoulder as he marched off.
The front door slammed behind him and Angelina muttered, “Did he get up on the wrong side of the bed or what?”
“Sorry about that,” Duncan said, with a smile. “Luiz is a bit cranky this morning. He’s a good guy, though. I promise. Good at his job.”
“Yeah, well, I’m a bit cranky too, ya know. I’m the one with the creepy stalker.”
Duncan walked over and laid a hand on her shoulder. “I know. Again, I apologize. This isn’t Luiz’s usual gig. He isn’t used to dealing with ‘normal’ people. He usually deals with drug dealers and lowlifes.”
“Oh great. Well, at least I’m a step up.” She laughed. “I hope anyway.”
“Definitely,” Duncan answered.
Luiz came back in the house carrying a small bag. He placed it on the counter next to the box of chocolates and proceeded to pull out print dust, rubber gloves and something that looked like the brush she used to apply her face powder. Angelina watched in fascination as he applied the powder to the box and envelope, then transferred the viable prints to little cards with tape.
“That’s really cool.” She looked at him curiously, “But you know it’s not that bright in here. Couldn’t you see better if you took your glasses off? Or are they prescription?”
Luiz scowled at her. “I can see just fine.”
“Are they prescription glasses? Do you need them to see?”
“Then why are you wearing them inside?”
Another scowl. “I have my reasons.”
Angelina shrugged her shoulders. “You are a strange man, Luiz. You know that?”
“So I’ve been told.”
“Now that you have the prints, what will you do with them?”
“I’ll e-mail them to Jacqui, our computer expert, and she’ll run them through the system. See if we get any hits.”
“You have access to criminal data bases? Like the police?”
“Athena and Jacqui are both former Tampa PD, they still have connections.”
“Who are Athena and Jacqui?”
“Athena is one of the owners of the company. She and Grey Holden run Omega Team. Jacqui is our computer expert.”
“Wow, a woman in command. That’s awesome. And another as a computer expert. I wouldn’t have expected women in your field.”
“They’ve earned their places.”
Angelina nodded. “I’m sure they have.”
“Do you have a computer I can use to send these or do I need to set up ours?”
“My lap top is right over here,” Angelina said, walking into the living room and picking it up.
“Do you have a printer with a scanner?” Luiz asked.
“Yep, it’s wireless. It’s set up in my bedroom. Follow me.” Crap, I didn’t even make my bed this morning. She thought. “Please ignore the mess,” she said as they entered the room. “I wasn’t expecting company in my room.” She shoved her night gown under the pillow and caught a flash of something cross Luiz’s face as the wisp of purple satin slipped out of sight. Was that lust on the harsh warrior’s stoic consul? Hard to tell with those damn glasses covering half his face. But shit, she would be one happy camper if the Latin lothario was interested in more than protecting her. She would certainly like to explore the muscles on his body, one at time…with her tongue.
The man might be gruff and growly, but she liked gruff and growly. Ever since he’d walked in the house, her panties had been wet. She was dying to take those glasses off his face. She wanted to see his eyes. The rest of him had her panting and squeezing her legs together to assuage the ache. All man. Totally alpha. Every inch was sculpted muscle that flexed and bulged with his movements. And that hair! She wanted to take it down from the ponytail and run her fingers through it. Have it slide across her body as he--
“How do you get this machine to scan?” Luiz asked, interrupting her fantasy, just when it was getting good, too.
“Here, I’ll do it,” she said taking over and scanning the cards. Their hands brushed briefly and electric shocks shot up her arm. Did he feel it too?
Luiz stepped back. “I’ll meet you in the living room.  We need to discuss our plans.”
“Okay, I’ll be right there.”

Hot Excerpt Changing Perspectives

Back at Angelina’s apartment, Luiz watched in a combination of amusement and dismay as she raced around closing blinds and curtains. It seemed her earlier bravado had blown away like a leaf in a hurricane. Now a bundle of nervous energy, she flitted about the apartment like a whirling dervish.
Finally, Luiz grabbed hold of her arms as she made to move past him. “Angelina, calm down. The curtains are all closed now. Everything is fine.”
Startled, she looked up at him and melted against his frame like hot chocolate pouring over strawberries. Her arms encircled his waist, her head tucked under his chin with her cheek pressed to his chest. A soft sob reached his ears and the hard shell he kept around his heart cracked.
Picking her up, Luiz carried her to the couch and sat, placing her sideways across his lap. He tipped her chin up with the tip of a finger. Tears flooded her hazel eyes, making the green specks sparkle like tiny emeralds. As the moisture overflowed and slipped down her cheeks, he brushed it away with a thumb.
“Don’t cry, pequeña , it’s all right. I have you.” He knew he shouldn’t. Knew it was wrong, but he was only human. He leaned in and kissed her. He meant it only as comfort, but she tasted so sweet. 
Angelina opened for him and his tongue swept into the honeyed innocence of her mouth. Her arms crept around his shoulders, hands sliding into his hair and drawing him closer. A moan from her lips caused an answering groan from Luiz and a shift in position, to accommodate the growing bulge in his pants which the sound elicited. 
Luiz’s lips drifted from her lips down her neck. Kissing, licking, biting. Angelina shivered in his arms. “Oh God, Luiz. That feels so good. I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.”
He nipped her collar bone, reaching for the tie of her halter dress. “We shouldn’t be doing this…”
“I don’t care. Don’t stop,” she said, pressing the back of his head to keep him in place. 
His nimble fingers undid the knot at the back of her neck and the bodice fell to her waist. Golden globes, topped with raspberry nipples spilled free for his exploration. The tempting berries drawing his lips to taste their succulence. 
Luiz laid Angelina down on the couch and hovered over her, his warm breath fanning her engorged nipples. “Dios mio, you are hermosa, mi dulce.” he whispered, as he took the peak into his mouth. Angelina arched upwards, her hands pulling his shirt from the waistband of his pants slipping beneath to caress his skin. Enticing sounds of pleasure spurring his passion higher and higher. 
“Take this off,” she pleaded, tugging at his shirt. “I want to feel your skin on mine.”
Supporting himself on one arm, he tugged the shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. Angelina’s restless hands drew harder on his back, pulling him down on top of her. He rested his weight on his elbows, so he wouldn’t crush her, but his chest pressed into the lush curves of her breasts as she rubbed against him like a cat in heat. 

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Yesterday was 9/11, a day that will stay with all of us forever. No matter how you felt about the war and all that came after, the sight of those buildings coming down and the knowledge of the lives that were lost and the families that were shattered broke your heart. We all commemorate huge moments in our own way – whether it’s watching news reports or TV, attending memorial services or doing what I did – taking part in an activity designed to make you remember, make you think in a unique and touching way.
Austin has a custom, it’s unofficial, but people come together to remember 9/11 by climbing the 99 stairs that lead to the top of Mt. Bonnell. They don’t do it just once. In order to pay tribute to all who lost their lives, in both towers, they walk/run the equivalent of running up both twin towers, 220 stories. To pay proper homage, they climb Mt. Bonnell 44 times. 

Now, not everyone – like me – could make it 44 times. I have a family member who did, but some folks do it in teams. Either way, while you are trudging those stairs, you have plenty of time to think – and to remember.

Mt. Bonnell is a neat place. I’ve mentioned it several times in my books, most recently TEXAS MAVERICK, the first time in UNCHAINED MELODY. Mt. Bonnell is the highest point in Austin, overlooking the Colorado River. Just downstream is my bridge, the one just outside my front door – Pennybacker, so this is my stomping ground. Having this event take place here meant a lot. 

Here’s a news report and film on yesterday morning’s event.


There are two other names for Mt. Bonnell, one is Covert Park, because the land was given to Travis County by rancher, Frank Covert. But the history goes back farther than that. Legend has it that Mount Bonnell was once called Antoinette’s Leap, after a young woman who leaped to her death to avoid capture from Apaches who had just massacred her fiancé. There’s another intriguing tale of Sam Houston, President of the Republic of Texas, and instrumental into bringing the territory into the fold as a U. S. state, went up on Mount Bonnell with a Texas Ranger friend of his. He, supposedly, slapped the Ranger on the back and said, “This spot is so beautiful, it has to be the place where Satan brought our Lord Jesus Christ up on the mount to tempt him with riches and beauty.”

Nevertheless, Mount Bonnell is beautiful – as Mojo and Abby can attest. 


Born and raised in Las Vegas, Nevada, I still call Sin City home. I’ve always been a sucker for romance novels and movies, especially romantic comedies. Writing is more than just words to me it’s captivating slices of characters’ lives and sharing them with the reader. I’m a firm believer that heroes and heroines had a life before page one of any story and their past as well as life experiences, made them who they are.

Coming from the southwest I have a major soft spot for cowboys, but also love suspense, a bit of intrigue and kick-ass heroines. Of course, there is always the time to slip in a good paranormal. I try to keep my writing diverse and always on the naughty side. Happy reading!

1. Which three people (famous or otherwise) would you most like to invite to a dinner party?
My great aunt Rosie, the woman called an ace an ace and would be the life of the party., she lived well into her 90’s and often in her later years considered wine breakfast food. As for the other two…hmmm good question. I think it would be John Candy, my fave comedian of all time and Lucille Ball. Because at best I am a “Lucy”.

2. Who has inspired you in your life and why?
Those that have believed in me. My surrogate aunts and my husband, Mr. Silvers. He believed in me when we were “Just Friends.”

3.How would your best friend describe you? “Lucy” or “Chaos” both are fitting. I can take down an innocent display of luggage tags in record time. Like all over the floor disaster…yeah, I’m that good.

4.How do you handle criticism?
With a grain of salt.

5. What three things do you need to be successful in this industry?
And most of all belief in self. If you don’t believe in yourelf. No one else will. Trust me on this.

6.What are your greatest strengths and weaknesses?
I believe in me.
I believe there is still good on the world.

I live and love cuteness.

7. What type of writing environment do you prefer?
Quiet. Except for Music inspired. Oh yeah the play list is diverse
8. What was the first romance you read that stuck with you and why?
Only A whisper by Gayle Wilson

9.Other than writing, what do you like doing in your spare time? 
Design clothes and sew. I was a designer before I was a writer.

10. What is the title of the last book you wrote? Tell us how you relate to one of the characters.

Boardroom Cowboy – OMG, I am just as klutzy as the heroine.

Hell Yeah!: Boardroom Cowboy (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Cowboys & Candy Book 1)

CEO Vanessa Lockhart has had her fill of controlling men. So when she decides to take a few days off in the Lone Star State to kick up her booted heels with a little shopping and a night on the town, she doesn’t count on meeting Carson, getting ruthlessly kissed, or ending up in bed with the cute cowboy. A two-day Texas fling? Why not? A girl only lives once. After all, she’ll have something for her memoirs—until she goes back to work in Nevada to meet her new CFO…and in walks her Texas cowboy. Vanessa’s divorcing one man and doesn’t need another—too bad Carson has other ideas. 

Carson Cutes didn’t plan to pick up Vanessa at the bar or spend two fun days and two hotter nights with the beauty. But it isn’t an issue since she blows out of town without a goodbye. When his godfather asks for help with his new hotel venture—he never expected to end up in Las Vegas or for the CEO to be the one woman he can’t get out of his mind. What’s a cowboy to do? He doesn’t believe in love at first sight—but now has doubts. How can he convince a girl under neon lights that she holds his Texan heart? 


“He better not be spending money,” Carson barked.
“Online auction,” Hailey stated blandly.
Vanessa’s heart slammed to a stop the same time the car cut two vehicles off and damn near drove crossways through a lane and a half of traffic. “Son-of-a-bitch are you trying to kill me?”
“I knew you wouldn’t be happy,” Hailey groaned.
“Not you, the hot rod happy cowboy who thinks this is a speed way.”
Carson growled. “You told me to get off at Tropicana.” Oh yeah, the hotty was pissed. Oh well, so was she. Currently though, she wasn’t sure if it was at The Captain or Carson or a combination there of.
“I did, but I didn’t tell you to try killing us and eight other people in the process!” She sighed and her heart started to pound. It matched the one starting at her temples. “Hailey, what kind of auction?”
“Oh, hell! You did not say auction!” Carson all but bellowed. He hit his hand against the steering wheel, snaked his tongue across his teeth then set his jaw. If she thought he was mad before, Vanessa figured she’d just seen a new layer of the cowboy’s temper.
“Are you two quite through over there?” Hailey asked, sounding relatively calmer than she had when she first called. 
She chose to ignore the sarcasm in her friend’s tone. “What kind of auction?”
“An aircraft auction.”
Carson glanced over at her. “What the hell is he bidding on?”
She blinked at him as he turned to focus back on traffic. However, the expression filled with apprehension on his handsome face matched her own feelings at the moment. “Aircraft,” she choked out above a whisper.
His foot hit the brake and they came to a sudden stop.
“Could you be more careful!” she snapped.
“The light is red,” he barked back at her. “Would you have preferred me to go through it?”
Vanessa sighed and she tuned back in to Hailey’s voice. Too bad she’d missed part of what she had said due to the road raged cowboy. “What did you say?”
Hailey inhaled a deep breath. “I said a private jet, currently sitting at forty-eight million and change.”
She wasn’t sure what was going to kill her first. The Captain’s spending or Carson’s driving. “He’s buying a private jet?” True, the question was redundant, but she wanted to be totally clear and make sure she wasn’t being delusional or had misheard.
“Yep,” she replied with a great deal of trepidation in her tone.
“Like hell he is!” Carson roared as the light changed. “Hold on!”
Before she could respond, his foot hit the gas and they took off with a jolt. Vanessa gasped and wasn’t sure if they would make it back to the office in time to stop the spend-happy Captain or if they would die in a car accident. If she did live, she might want to call her attorney and see if he did criminal law because she would be needing a good defense.
I’m going to kill Carson and The Captain both.

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