"Rainy days and river views fill Beth's summer as she makes a new start in small town Washington, North Carolina. After the loss of her husband in a tragic accident, simple seems better. It's time to renovate her life, starting with a future art gallery on the river. Sam, her contractor, has everything under control, but the stress of the construction project and new business is beginning to make her crazy. Nightmares and visions of ghosts become the nightly norm. She doesn't have time for this. She doesn't have time for her heart to make room for him.
Sam is happy filling his days and nights with work. His two jobs as a teacher and contractor are his passions and do not leave room for much else. This new project has possibilities: a beautiful owner, the history of the house, and an 18th century diary. Beth's dream is becoming a timely reality until she disappears.
Mystery and intrigue fill the haunting river bank of the Pamlico as Sam and Beth find the truth behind the Water Street house and each other."
Currently, she lives in Washington, North Carolina writing and sharing the small town’s history with her readers. She is a member of the Pamlico Writers Group, Women’s Fiction Writers Association, and Romance Writers of America.
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1. I lived in the Netherlands for 5 years.
2. I was an Army wife for 15 yrs. My fiancé is
in the Army Reserves.
3. I live in a house 14 ft in the air.
4. I have been to 48 states.
5. Favorite date of all time was flounder
gigging at midnight in the Newport River.
6. Favorite movie is the Lake House with Sandra
Bullock and Keanu Reeves
7. When I graduated from high school, I wanted
to be a marine archeologist because of a romance novel by Valerie Sherwood, To
Love a Rogue set in Port Royal, Jamaica.
8. I have a Weimaraner, a kelpie, a black cat,
and a gargoyle gecko.
9. Favorite drink is Sweet Tea.
10. I’ve ridden a motorcycle over the Continental
Divide in a sleet storm. By the time we made it to the top, I had icicles
hanging from my glasses.
He laid his head beside her on the bed. “Beth. Wake up. I’m here,
and you’re safe. I’m waiting for you.” Her fingers tightened around his hand,
and a tear formed at the corner of his eye. Grown men don’t cry, he told
himself. But he had always told himself they don’t fall in love either. Today
he had done both.
