Although I began my career as a non-fiction writer, I am an eternal fan of the happy ending.   I have always loved stories about romance.  I want to believe in happily-ever-afters, that love triumphs, always.  Reading romantic fiction inspires me, renews my faith and optimism when one of life's more slippery events has skidded me  into a hole.  

Writing romantic fiction lets me slip into a particularly unique happily-ever-after, one that's guaranteed to turn out just the way I want it to.  Dreamy.   

Care to join me?  Dive into my short story Stars In Her Eyes  released today at www.thewildrosepress.com. 

If Dream Man never comes knocking, at least she'll own the door. That's 28-year-old paralegal Karen's new plan, anyhow, to buy her own home, and the reason she's been working every weekend— until she bends to her best friend's pressure to spend a Saturday at the wave pool. Determined not to be derailed by another dead-end relationship, she avoids looking at the cute curly-haired guy-his friends call him Spence— carousing out in the waves. But the tide turns as she's caught unaware, a wave pool virgin on her first time in, and swept into a head-on collision with one of his friends. When she manages to stand and open her eyes, the world has disappeared. She sees only Spence surrounded by dancing stars. Has she been knocked silly, or is he gazing right back at her?