My upcoming romantic suspense, Bitter Legacy received a Five Star review from Reading Alley.
Here’s the Review: “Stronger Than Most” https://www.readingalley.com/book/view_review/543774b3/1/a32e2583/
Sharla-Jean Bromley returns to her hometown after a seventeen-year absence with vengeance in her heart. From the very beginning, her plans go awry when she meets devastatingly handsome Josh Morgan, the man to whom her father left half of his multi-million dollar lumber mill.
Josh, suspicious of Sharla-Jean’s reasons for returning to town after such a long absence, vows to keep control of the company he feels is rightfully his. She is equally determined to prove she can run her father’s mill, even though it means working side-by-side with Josh, a man whose very presence evokes an attraction that is increasingly difficult for her to ignore. In the process, they must overcome a villain who’s determined to destroy both the lumber mill and their lives.
Will Sharla-Jean succeed and heal the anguish that has long filled her soul? Wills he and Josh find the passion of a lifetime?
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Life has been crazy these past weeks. My daughter had an emergency cesarean section and delivered identical twin boys. The babies had a rocky start involving being flown by air ambulance to a neonatal intensive care ward in a larger center and spending three weeks in hospital care, but they are home at last and growing every day.
If you think a baby changes your life, try two. My husband and I have been at my daughter and her partner’s home helping with the new babies since they came home from the hospital. Double the feedings, diaper changes, laundry, more feedings, more diaper changes…and did I say laundry? The washer and dryer has been running nonstop.
At the end of every day, we collapse and sip a relaxing glass of red wine before falling into bed in an exhausted coma. But at least we get an uninterrupted sleep.
My daughter and her partner aren’t so lucky. Through all the issues involved in her risky pregnancy, the difficult births, and long hospital stay, my daughter has been a rock. She always has a smile on her face even with the nighttime feedings and lack of sleep.
The months ahead will be challenging, but with the help of her partner, family, and friends the babies will be fine. We’re so blessed. I can’t wait to watch these beautiful baby boys grow up and become men. What an adventure.
A few years ago, my husband and I cycled through the Sacred Valley in Peru. The snow capped Andes loomed in the distance as we rode on dirt tracks past traditionally dressed locals herding llamas and goats. The high altitude air was so thin I struggled with mountain sickness, and even the slightest rise in elevation was exhausting. The downhill sections were almost harder, and I had to push my bike down narrow trails with hundred foot drop offs.
Call me crazy, but seven months later we booked a cycling tour through Nicaragua, Costa Rica and Panama. I’ve never taken a holiday where I had to train to be ready for the rigors of the trip. I rode a stationary bike three times a week for the longest hour of my life, and rode my bike on our local roads in below zero temperatures when frostbite was a real concern.
The trip itself was even more challenging. We rode six to seven hours every day in the heat of the tropical sun, up hills, down into valleys, through small villages, and on winding trails through the jungles of Central America with volcanoes smoking in the distance. The squawks of brilliant-colored birds and the haunting calls of howler monkeys were louder than my huffing and puffing. We caught glimpses of iguanas, sloths, and capuchin monkeys high in the trees, and were awed by the brilliant blue flash of blue morpho butterflies.
The trip pushed me to my limits. Sweat poured from every nook and cranny, and we fought over butt butter to relieve the blisters on our nether regions. But as each day ended, I was filled with a sense of pride at what I’d accomplished.
We’re already planning another bike tour through northern Italy. I don’t know if I’m a sucker for punishment, or I’m just looking forward to the liter of wine I’ll reward myself at the end of a hard day’s cycling.
A few years ago, in a desperate effort to get in shape, I started running again. I couldn’t believe how hard it was. Each minute was agony. My feet hurt, my hips and knees ached, my lungs burned, but I persisted. After weeks of hard work, I ran forty-five minutes without stopping and was beginning to feel the euphoria that comes with running.
My lungs still burn, my heart pounds, and I pant and puff as I struggle to get back into running shape. But the rewards are worth the effort. Running on the winding, narrow, forest trails behind my house, I enjoy the beautiful vista of the Fraser River flowing below, and the forested hills in the distance. If I’m lucky, I meet a deer. Sometimes, a bear lurks in the bush. Squirrels skitter through the trees, birds chirp, and woodpeckers peck above as I breathe in the fresh air redolent with rising sap.I return home, sweaty and tired, but exhilarated and ready to face whatever trials the day ahead hold, looking forward to my next run.