Her family up and moved to Mesa, AZ, when she was a toddler, and has
remained in Arizona since.
and The Red-Eyed Mr. Glumb, a couple books of magic and fantasy, Hike Up Devil’s Mountain and The Bearded
Dude in the Puzzle, plus a series of time travel adventures
for ages 9 – 13, The Wickware Sagas.
romances, a paranormal romance and five historical western romances under her belt. She and her husband also wrote a non fiction
short story on their experience living with solar.
and her husband moved to their fifty-four acre ranch in NW Arizona
where they live off the grid. Solar and wind is the only source of electricity. “A real adjustment for a city girl, but I love it. At night, the sky is an explosion of stars. It is breathtaking!”
enjoys the occasional visits to the casinos.
She also admits her weakness is ice cream, anytime, anywhere!
going to college or following in his father’s footsteps and becoming a
Doctor. His dream involved cattle and
horses and he follows that dream to the Arizona Territory.
when he finds himself looking down the muzzle of a Colt Walker barely being
held up by a woman who has been badly beaten along with her three-year old son. Will she be someone Chase could let into his heart or someone who could destroy his life?
fit of coughing took July’s words. When he was done, he squinted at Chase. “You
ever been to the Arizona Territory?” Chase shook his head. “In the summer it’s
hotter than blue blazes. Damn near sweated the life right out of me the one and
only time I was there in them months. That’s why I come back here every spring.
Guess the cool and cold suit me better.”
“What’s happening with your brother’s place?”
“Foreman’s name is Ed Durbin. He’s watching it. Good man who’s been
there a few years. Guess I need to find me some fool idiot that wants to live
in Hell and sell it.”
Chase sat up quickly. “I might be that idiot, July. I’ve dang near put
away every cent I’ve been paid while working here. What are you looking to get
July laid against his saddle and blew smoke rings in the air. He was the
most easy-going man Chase had ever met. “I still got Ma and Pa’s place here in
Missouri. Small cabin atwix a few trees. I go check on it every once in a while
to make sure there ain’t no squatters.” July drew out a tin flask from his
jacket and took a hardy swig. “Truth is, I got the long face from the doc not too
long ago. Told me to give up my drinking and cigars.” Hard coughing took hold
of him. “I’m dying anyway, why give up the only two things I like?”
“July, I’m sorry. You should be resting, not out here in the cold night
“That’s a fact.” The old man looked at the stars. “When we get back, you
and me’ll sit down and do some figuring. The only money I’ll be needed is
enough to keep me in my two favorite things for a few more months. I’ll make my
mark on the papers my bother give me and you’ll be a ranch owner your own
Chase stared at the old cuss of a man. He didn’t know what to say.
“Shall we shake on it?” July asked, leaning on his elbow, holding out