Keith Simms was the type of person people gravitated towards. Perhaps it was his chosen profession of advertising sales that caused him to be so outgoing and friendly. He had prided himself on being an honest, hard-working man whose integrity was more important then making sales. He believed in the goodness of people and it reflected in his face, his expressions, his body language and even in his voice.
The change to him was sudden, shocking, but not unexpected.
Tamara Simms made a stop at a convenience store on her way home from work. The weather was clear, the wind was cool on her skin, and the sun had just set. She needed to top off her tank, pick up a roll of paper towels, and get home in time to bake some Stromboli and get Keith and Ricky (their little boy) ready for the road trip they had scheduled for the next day.
The first shot rang out and hit her clavicle with enough force to spin her around. The items she was carrying strewn about, the second shot struck her at the base of her neck, disconnecting her spinal cord from her brain.
She was dead before she hit the floor.
The robber was a rookie, a 19 year-old kid trying to feed a heroin addiction. He was so wired, when she walked around the corner of the aisle, she startled him and he reacted on impulse. The result was the death of Keith Simms’ beautiful wife.
The killer had taken his eyes off of the clerk and by the time he fired his shot from the .44 Magnum hidden under the counter, it was just too late. It became too late for the killer as well. The clerk shot and his his mark, the left temporal lobe. Instantly dead.
Keith’s mourning had turned into full blown alcoholism and a lack of concern for anyone or anything, except for his sorrowful moments concerning his son, Ricky.
It had been difficult and almost killed him, leaving Ricky without a mother and in reality without a father too.
At the lowest point in his life, in stepped someone new, an angel. She despised Keith at first, but would she have the strength and patience to save him and his son from a fate worse than death? Would her love and adoration for a small innocent boy withstand the shrapnel from his self-destructive father? Will he wake up long enough to see the value of the gift he had been given?
She would either be his redemption, or his destruction…
*Warning* This book contains explicit contains intended for adults.
Beth Porter’s intent to relax and get her life in order on a personal ski trip is shattered when she makes a wrong turn, gets lost, and careened her car into a snow-filled ditch on Mountain White. Delirious, and half-unconscious, she is plucked from the brink of death by a mountain monster, or so she thought.
The mountain monster had a name, and it was Tyler Skov, a quiet mountain dweller who prefers books to television and walkie-talkies to cellphones. Accustomed to the silence and living alone, he is forced to adjust to Beth’s non-stop chatter and New York state of mind.
Learning to coexist, they discover that they have more in common than they realized and that an accidental car crash created more than a friendship, it created a bond that could not be broken, or forgotten.
Sara doesn’t want to fall for the sexy carpenter hired to remodel her beach cottage, but he’s hard to resist. Gabriel makes her laugh, undresses her with his eyes and stirs up feelings she thought long dead.
Gabriel Donovan is instantly attracted to Sara, but it’s more than her beautiful face and curvy body that pulls at him. While he admires her fiercely guarded independence, it’s the spunky, funny, kind woman under it all that makes him want to tear down the walls around her heart.
Once they give in to their explosive chemistry, a dangerous ex-husband, a dirty secret from Gabriel’s past and a horrific accident threaten to destroy what Sara and Gabriel have found together.