Buying the 1920s farmhouse south of Phoenix, where the rumors of John Dillingerâ€™s gang hid out in the 30s, is supposed to be Grace Evanheartâ€™s way of escaping an old romance. When she finds an ancient diary with a map under the bedroomâ€™s floorboard, the rumors solidify into fact. She doesnâ€™t know who to trust with the news; Micah Stevens, the handsome deputy and the great grandson of the original landowners with whom sheâ€™s attracted, or Jerry, the young historian who seems too intent on learning about her new home?
36 years. She’s the mother of two awesome sons, who married their forever
loves, and she’s a grandmother to three beautiful grandchildren with one moreÂ on the way.
Facts about the Author:
…Â that I went to 13 different schools growing up. I actually went to 5
different high schools. We moved a lot. This is probably why Iâ€™m such an
introvert. So if you see me at a conference or a book signing, say hi. You
donâ€™t know how much that would mean to me.
We just saw Riverdance in Tucson. It was awesome!!!
even walk toward a plane.
impact on my fear of flying.
fear of flyingâ€”maybe.
received a drawing kit for Christmas when I was seven or eight years old, with
a drawing pad, pencils, one of those silly gum erasers, and an awesome book
that had step-by-step examples. I drew a little boy wearing a sombrero, and my
mother used the side of a pencil and shaded it, making it pop off the paper. I
used this memory in one of my books.
bagsâ€”handbags, tote bags, and messenger bags with sayings on them. I canâ€™t pass
by a display of bags without Mike grabbing my elbow and hurrying me by them.
The top shelf in my closet is solely for bag and purse storage. Iâ€™m pathetic.
It could be worse, I suppose. I might have the same obsession for matching
shoes with each bag.
identification expert, and whoâ€™s dad was a cop for 34 years, and now we have a
son whoâ€™s in law enforcement. Iâ€™m never at a loss for experts when writing.
I rode with willing officers, went on calls with them. On occasion, I even
helped in taking report information and traffic control. They didnâ€™t let me
carry a gun, although I did design their shirt patch.
Heart, poor Grace deals with my clumsiness. Really! Once, I sprained my ankle
so badly, the doctor told me that it wouldâ€™ve healed faster if I wouldâ€™ve
broken it. My foot turned black from my toes up to my knee.Â Â
Unpublished Novel Contest. Marilyn andÂ her husband have set up an endowment at
Utah Valley University to honor superior works of fiction written by literary