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I have always loved happily-ever-afters. Not the easy kind. Not the kind where love fixes everything without effort. I love the hard-won endings—the ones where two people have been hurt, have made mistakes, and still choose to find their way back to each other.

If you’ve been following the Unclaimed Hearts series, you probably already have an opinion about Finn Rourke. He’s loud. He’s charming. He’s reckless. He’s the man with the joke, the beer, and the blue-eyed grin that gets him forgiven far too easily. Finn has always known how to work a room. He knows how to make people laugh, how to keep things light, and how to make sure no one looks too closely at what’s underneath. But what happens when Finn finally meets a woman he

If you’ve been following my Unclaimed Hearts Series, you already know this is book three. When I was writing Luke’s story in book two, I knew some of the men around him had stories of their own waiting to be told. Tom was the obvious place to start. He is Luke’s best friend, the steady one, the careful one, the man who thinks before he moves and tries very hard to do the right thing. But sometimes doing the “right” thing is really just fear wearing a nicer coat.

If you’ve been following my Unclaimed Hearts series, then you already know Jonah Rhodes — the loyal, lovable guy with a clumsy streak and a heart that always seemed to be in the right place, even when his feet weren’t. But Jonah had a brother. Luke Rhodes. And if you remember Luke, you probably remember that he had a habit of making Jonah the butt of the joke. Not because he was cruel. Not really. Luke was charming, careless, and a little too good at getting away with things.

I have always had a soft spot for romantic comedy. Give me the awkward moments, the bad timing, the accidental flirting, the kind of laughter that sneaks up on two people before they realize they are falling for each other. But even more than that, I love a genuinely good man. Not the flashy kind. Not the smooth, perfect, always-knows-what-to-say kind. I mean the steady one. The loyal one. The man who shows up, pays attention, works hard, and loves with his whole heart—eve

I have always had a deep respect for paramedics, firefighters, emergency nurses, and everyone who steps into crisis while the rest of us are trying to survive it. Their work matters in the most profound way. They save lives. They bring calm into chaos. They carry people through some of the hardest moments they will ever face.

If you’ve been following my Dalton Circle Series, you already know that the Smith brothers have been woven into Tucker Dalton’s inner circle from the beginning. With Defiantly Devoted, book three in the series, it was finally Shane’s turn.

Drew is… honestly, a bit of an asshole. He is controlled, polished, sharp around the edges, and very good at convincing himself he is always doing the practical thing. I knew I wanted to redeem him, but I also knew redemption could not come cheaply. Drew could not just meet someone sweet and suddenly become better. He needed a woman who would challenge the very foundation of how he sees himself.

I’ve always loved instant connections. The kind that arrive before you’re ready for them. The kind that make you feel like you’ve known someone far longer than you actually have. The kind that settle deep in your chest and make you think, Oh. There you are.

Still Us is the second book in my Munne Sisters series, and in many ways, it’s the story I knew I needed to write the moment I finished book one. When Olivia walked away from Kane in that epilogue, it didn’t feel like an ending—it felt like a question. Why would someone leave the person they love most, especially when that love is returned so completely?

A few years ago, my mom and stepdad came to spend Christmas with us. My mom has asthma, but because she lives up north, I rarely see how it affects her day to day. We talk on the phone almost every day, but it’s not the same as witnessing it firsthand.

When I wrote the first Beckett Siblings book, I never intended for it to become a series. But somewhere along the way, Pixie Beckett kept stealing scenes. She was loud, funny, impulsive, and always in the middle of everyone else’s business.

If you’ve been following the Carver Brothers Trilogy, you already know this: Marcus Carver—the oldest brother—is not easy to love. He’s controlled, calculating, used to getting exactly what he wants. He doesn’t ask. He decides. And yes… he can be arrogant. Even unkind. But the question that kept pulling at me from the very beginning was this: is he actually a criminal?

They say life can be stranger than fiction, and I was reminded of that firsthand one Halloween when my brother’s Suburban—towing a large trailer—pulled up in front of my house.

When an idea for a story takes hold, I often find myself imagining it as something larger—a world I can return to, with characters whose stories aren’t finished yet. I’m especially drawn to the ones who linger at the edges, the ones who haven’t quite had their moment.

When I wrote the first book in the Maple Ridge series, I always knew I wanted to come back to Mark. He’s a complicated character—not a villain, just someone who made choices he didn’t fully understand at the time. And to me, those are often the most interesting stories to tell.

When I was writing my newest release, Her Perfect Match, I didn’t expect Aiden’s story to stay with me the way it did. There’s a brief moment where his cousin, Aubrianna, notices a photo on his phone—a blonde woman who clearly meant something to him. It was a small detail at the time, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more behind it.

I’ve always been drawn to stories where friendship comes first. There’s something quietly powerful about two people who already know each other’s rhythms—the small habits, the unspoken comforts, the ways they show up when life gets difficult. To me, that kind of foundation is what gives a relationship its staying power.

Nearly two decades after my husband and I were forced to cancel our honeymoon to Niagara Falls due to a family emergency, we finally had the chance to take that long-awaited trip—this time to Miami and the Florida Keys, while his father stayed home with our girls.

Benton Jennings is one of my favorite male characters I’ve ever written—and in a lot of ways, he represents the kind of love story I believe in most.