Don't Hurt the Cowboy
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A hot mess double date. A string of lies. And an innocent love that turns sizzling when Levi learns a secret...just in the nick of time. Brush strokes, shutterflies, nature and storms, that's all I know. Until Levi finds me hiding out in the woods, in uncharted territory, and I run. He chases me but I've run before, many times. When he finds me, in my own element, I relax. He's a sweet man, and as sexy as the day is long, but I can't have him. No, he's spoken for. That cowboy, along with all the others, well, they always run when they find out about me. It's a good secret to keep, but once Levi finds out, it's like suddenly the whole world knows. You would think that would keep him away, but it doesn't. He buys one of my pieces and I think that that's the last I'll see of him, but it isn't. And then I have to stop him before he completely messes up both of our lives by pegging himself as a gigolo, and me as the town 'special' needs girl. *** Of course it had to happen to me. I'm having a bad day, and I need to blow off some steam, so I go for a ride. When I find her on Billy's ranch, trespassing, she runs like hell. After a little digging in town, I find out who she is, and then she's all I can think about. Lennie is gorgeous and talented, and I'm in so much trouble. I can't just walk away. From either of them. Because I'm in deep doo doo for the next eighteen years with one, and the other, because my mind and my heart won't let me. Can Lennie and I just stay friends? I'll take what I can get with her. But is it worth the price to live a lie? Is it really the right thing to do? I'm not sure yet. And then when I find out the truth, about both girls, it all becomes crystal clear.
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Some have said that if you see me on the street (usually with a book in hand or a laptop fired up), I appear a cold, hard-fisted person. However, once we've spoken for five minutes or less, you'll have laughed at least once. That is, provided you appreciate sarcastic, self-deprecating wit.
My first short story was penned in middle school and I was hooked ever since.
I graduated with honours from Humber College and began working as an Administrative Coordinator for a large, multinational corporation shortly afterward. Quickly learning that the corporate world, despite the love I had for my job, is a slow killer of creativity, I chose to quit during maternity leave in 2006.
Difficulty thinking outside the box soon evaporated when I received something that didn't come in one: my first child. While at home with the baby my imaginative energy got the better of me and my first memoir was written. It had been a dream of mine to write about my late father, who passed away from alcoholism in 1992, and it took me two years to compose a fifty-page manuscript, but I did it.
After my second daughter was born in 2008 I had more fuel to write, and felt it necessary to voice the challenges and inherent gifts I acquired during my struggles with Scoliosis. Hence, my second memoir was born. The words flowed out of me with such ease I shocked myself.
My love for words grew with each book I read and every word I wrote. I soon realized I had no more material to write non-fiction, which led me to take a stab at fiction. The next two books were such a revelation: it became more and more clear what my true calling was. The rest, as they say, is history!
