Shaunna Gonzales currently resides with her family in the greater Seattle area. Married
over thirty years, her role as wife and mother of four continue to be her priorities.
A storyteller in her youth, she endevored to extend her love of stories to the written word and in 2005 began to write her first novel. Though that manuscript will remain buried, she has continued to learn.
Once told by her doctors that she would never leave her wheelchair — due to her Multiple sclerosis. It has been tucked in a closet while she continues on. (In other words muddles on.)
Shaunna has worked as a professional reviewer for InD’Tales eMagazine for three years. In 2012 she also served as the vice president of Moonwriters, the on-line chapter of American Night Writers Association (ANWA She prefers to write romantic fiction and has ventured into the romantic suspense, and time-travel genres. Her debut novel, Dark Day s of Promise was released by Desert Breeze Publishing in 2012 re-released 2015.
Although she prefers to spend her days writing, she is willing to share what she has learned from the school of life and is often found “giving back.”Â
Thirty-four year oldÂ Vicki Laramie must learn to trust before she can love, but she might dieÂ trying.
While Vickiâ€™s children grapple with the death of their father — a man whom sheâ€™s successfully fabricated as loving, a lie her rebellious teenager recognizes — she must find a way to support her family and find a role model for her boys.Â
She never intends to fall for Staff Sergeant Chase, her best friendâ€™s son, who suffers from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). Sheâ€™d much rather choose a safer man to love, but her children have a voice in the decision she makes.Â
With two deaths to deal with, a suitor after her money, a rebellious son, and Sergeant Chaseâ€™s repeated attacks, she can only hope to survive the danger she faces. If she doesnâ€™t, her children will be left without either parent.
My heart raced. I hadn’t heard a car or even footsteps on the porch. TheÂ visitor had caught me unawares. I answered the door, opening it no more thanÂ six inches, the security chain in place.
Kelly stood in the amber glow of the porch light. The purple scarf andÂ gloves he had borrowed in hand. I found myself staring, captured by the honeyÂ brown of his eyes.
It required considerable effort to pull my gaze from his smolderingÂ eyes. I cleared my throat in a genteel manner to mask the effort. A foray ofÂ butterflies flip-flopped within my stomach. Couldn’t he turn it off for evenÂ a minute?Â I knew he had at the restaurant. There I’d experienced hisÂ cool regard from a distance. The animal magnetism seemed a better choice.
I glanced over my shoulder at the glittering tree lights, bidding themÂ deference until later.