grew up in a small town in Wyoming loving the outdoors, sports, art, and
reading Hardy Boys books. After reading them all at least a half dozen times, I
started writing my own stories.
years ago I married a wonderful, honorable man. I’m mother of five children and
grandmother of seven boys. I love traveling. Through my husband’s work and
vacations, I have visited much of the United States, all over Eastern Europe,
Canada, Mexico, China, Thailand, Cambodia and Australia, giving me many
intriguing locations and experiences for my stories.
am a storyteller. I write the classic hero story because I think there’s a need
for more heroes, love, and adventure in our lives. I’m not out to change the
world with my writing; I’m just hoping to make your day a little better.
Readers pick who you would like to see portraying the characters and comment on the official event page with your favourites.
Channing Tatum from White House Down or GI Joe
Josh Duhamel from Transformers
Chris Evans from of course Captain America
Emily Van Camp from Captain America
Creepy bad guy
Head arrogant scientist and head of security I’ll put up for votes.
If this message is delivered I am probably dead.
Zan opened his eyes, all his senses on full alert. He could hear Marley’s faint breathing in the bed above him, but that wasn’t what had awakened him. Someone was approaching the house.
He was on his feet in one fluid motion. Not stopping to notice Marley’s beauty in sleep or contemplate his actions, he dropped his hand over her mouth, pressing down so any sound she made would be trapped.
Her eyes flew open, she tried to scream. Her arms came up to hit, bouncing off the tensed muscles of his chest. He calmly leaned closer. “It’s Zan,” he hissed in her ear. “Someone’s here.”
A harsh oath cut from him. He strode to her, hauled her up against him, kissed her savagely then pushed her away. “Get her out of here.” He locked his hands together behind his back. His shoulders and arms muscles bulged with restraint. The fire that burned in his eyes took her breath.
He kissed her temple, bringing her tighter. Funny, to him it felt natural. He’d spent most of his life with people trying to kill him, though the reward was much more personal to him now. “Just have faith in me.”
“That’s the only thing I do have.” She raised her head meeting his gaze, love and trust shown in her eyes for him to see. “Why couldn’t we have met in some nice normal way, like running our carts into each other at the grocery store?”
“Maybe, because we weren’t looking, so fate had to hit us over the head.” He gave her a lop-sided grin.
“You believe in fate?”
“I believe certain things are meant to be. And I believe I was meant to find you.”
“I’m sorry−” His apology didn’t get far.
“No!” She cut him off.
Her hand locked on his arm. He didn’t want to look back at her but couldn’t stop himself. She was up on one elbow. Her hair was an array of wild waves of mahogany around her face. But again, it was her eyes that held him. This time, they glowed like molten gold.
“Don’t you dare apologize.” There was no stuttering of the words, but it was as if she had to force them out each individually.
“Marley,” his voice softened on its own accord.
“No.” Her fingers shot out to cover his lips, her head shaking. “Do not apologize. I have never been kissed like that. Don’t you dare ruin it by apologizing.”