He left me on a hike in Alaska, three days before a snowstorm. He thought I'd die. I didn't. I thought I knew him. I didn't. I didn't know him at all.

Worlds collide when a dragon shifter, Kitty, finds his greatest treasure, Cat (and her little kitten). When an old friend wants Kitty for herself, she may ensure this collision involves a fatality.

Pixie was tired of her long string of failed relationships, so she decided to take love out of the equation and become an Alaskan mail-order bride. Stark was gruff and grumpy and definitely not looking for love after he lost the woman he loved. He and Pixie shared a common goal of wrestling a living out of the harsh Alaskan bush, and as they were learning to rely on each other, their tentative friendship turned to more. Until a secret from Stark's past came to interfere with his present.

A witch who lost the love of her life to her sister. She'd given up on love, determined to live alone and never put herself through that again. But someone was determined not to let her.

Sam needed a wife. I needed a stable for my horses. We agreed to a marriage of convenience, but it seemed to be more. For a while. Until my distant cousin, who was Sam's ex, showed up on our doorstep. And I was no longer convenient.

A gold medalist, newly married, is revealed as a cheater in his post-gold medal win press conference.

My husband was in a terrible accident that required six months of physical therapy. While I stood by him, cheering him on, he was making plans to leave me. For his physical therapist.

I knew my best friend since childhood loved me. I knew it. And when I got back from my business trip, I was going to tell him how I felt, especially when he told me he had something exciting to tell me. But it wasn't that he loved me. He'd gotten married while I was on an overseas business trip to my worst enemy.

A listing of all of my stories and a suggested reading order (....as much as it's possible given the way the stories interconnect.)

He cheated on me right before the NFL draft. He blew up our dreams and for three years, I refused to talk to him or talk about him. Then one summer, when I was home unexpectedly, he came home, too. Guy was done being ignored. And he was done living without me.