It’s time for a break from the mysteries. At least, that’s what my muse told me in the first months of the pandemic, when I started writing this month’s release, Love at First Flight.
No more dead bodies, no digging up graves, no weird crimes.
Although… Okay, if you read the blurb, you’ll see this story isn’t entirely without violence, but it’s all accidental, I promise.
Before the world as we knew it ended, I’d written what had been intended to be a romance short story, but really wasn’t. Short, that is. Getting these two characters together in five or six chapters just wasn’t possible. So I went back to that story, and took it where it wanted to go.
The result is a sweet, clean romance novel that I’m very happy with.
I hope you’ll enjoy it, too!
Love at First Flight
A perfectly delivered right hook to the face hardly announces the beginnings of a promising relationship. And yet, Thomas finds himself drawn to the beautiful, hot-mess-of-a-woman sitting next to him on the plane.
Isabelle, running from her old life with nothing but a carry-on and a bag full of chocolate, didn’t need to add assault to her list of worries. Nor her ill-timed attraction to the kind man whose glasses she just smashed into his nose.
Their story could have ended with an awkward parting at the airport, but destiny and a meddling brother clearly think otherwise — even though the hits keep coming…
The Red Brick Basilica
