
She is currently completing a political suspense novel planned for a late spring 2017 release, and in March 2017 she will release a romance novel for Gelato Book’s “Destination Billionaire’s Series.” She loves to hear from readers, and she can be contacted at any of these locations.
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Agnes, an 82-y-o French WWII survivor will teach Noah and Tayte the greatest lessons of their lives:
The strength of tested love.
The promise of new love.
The power of family love.
And the courage each requires.

Items hidden in Agnes’s attic raise painful questions about Tayte’s dead parents, steeling Tayte’s determination to save Agnes, even if it requires her to betray the very woman she came to save, and the secret her proud grandmother has guarded for seventy years.
The issue strains the fragile trust between Tayte and Noah, who now realizes Tayte is fighting her own secrets, her own dragons. Weighed down by past guilt and failures, he feels ill-equipped to help either woman, until he remembers Agnes’s lessons about courage and love. In order to save Agnes, the student must now become the teacher, helping Tayte heal—for Agnes’s sake, and for his.

Snippet:
A twinge stung her back as she swung her legs around to sit on the edge of the bed for her morning stretch. Work clothes, not her nightgown covered her. Had she been too tired to dress for bed? Had she forgotten? Shivers snaked along her spine over that thought. She released her long, gray braid when the wooden box by her bedside table caught her attention.
“Agnes Devereaux Keller.” She froze. The nameplate on the wooden box frightened her today. She knew it was her name, and yet somehow, it seemed foreign, distant, fading. She stood and said her name aloud three times, the French intonations of her voice growing stronger with each repetition, control returning, and with it, peace.
“I was born in Strasbourg, February 21, 1932. My father was Albert Devereaux. My mother was Helene . . . Helene???” She couldn’t retrieve the information, and the fear returned. Her speech sped up, driven by panic. “My husband is . . . was . . .” Two names popped into her head. Both felt dreamlike, sweet but unreal. After a moment, only one steadied her, made her feel secure “His name was Tony Keller. We have a daughter. Her name is Angeline.”
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