When I last wrote something in the way of news (and no, I’m not going to confess how long ago that was), I felt like the proverbial one-armed bandit as I tried to juggle a multitude of new and about-to-be-new releases. It was more than a bit too much. I needed to clone myself but didn’t know how which left me with no choice but to take one step at a time.

For the most part, the steps have been taken. I’m now the proud literary parent of not one, not two, but three series that are all live and for sale. (Hint, hint) Let’s see if I can remember them. Yep, I believe I can.

  1. The Montana Lakeside series which consists of five contemporary romance books (actually four books and a novella) set, of course, in Montana. As a nature lover, I wanted to focus on how a wilderness setting impacts men and women in need of second chances and a place to call home.
  2. The Soul Searchers Native American historical romance series. There are four books in this series, so named because the Blackfeet, Cheyenne, Hopi, and Navajo, I wrote about are determined to honor their heritage while dealing with change. I started this historical journey by putting out the Soul Survivors series. I did a ton of research while writing a total of eight books about tribes and am so glad I did. It was a journey of the heart for me.
  3. The Feral Justice three-book romantic suspense/thriller series. Describing these books is more complex than I want to admit. Truth is, I’m not sure whether they’re primarily romantic suspense or thriller. What I do know is I was determined to give life to characters and several wo-wo dogs that will do whatever’s necessary to make animal abusers pay. Nope, not light and fluffy stories. 

Moving to the present, I’m excited about a couple of very different projects I’m working on. Because I’m never sure how my mind functions, I can’t say exactly how or why I decided to tackle a historic romance series set in a remote Montana gold camp in 1883. I grew up in part in a logging town (population 121 when I lived there) that came into being during California’s gold rush so the setting is practically writing itself.      

And just to prove, maybe to myself, that I haven’t forgotten everything I learned as a reporter, I’ve agreed to write a piece for a nonfiction book a friend is editing about what attending a one-room schoolhouse was like. My younger sister and I were two of the seventeen students in eight grades my mother taught, and we absolutely loved the experience. 

Finally, I’m trying to work up the courage to start a newsletter.