Grace has given up on romance, on almost everything, since Rick Fleming betrayed her faith in him five years ago. Given her constant struggle with bad luck (her friend Murphy), being insanely accident prone, and having been the target of endless ridicule growing up, she has no reason to trust anyone.Rick made some mistakes as a boy, and as a young man, his worst was hurting Grace Evans. His heart still belongs to her, even if she doesn’t know it. Unfortunately, in the last confrontation between them, she demanded he never speak to her again.
Now, Grace’s best friend (and Rick’s sister) Hannah has invited her to a ten-day summer work-vacation to babysit Hannah’s teen cousins. A palatial cabin, a patio boat on the lake, and all the comforts of the rich and famous at their fingertips? A vacation made in heaven.
At least until they arrive and Grace finds Rick there. And neither can leave. Rick’s car is in pieces in the garage, and Grace forgot her driver’s license at home.
How will Grace survive it? Can she find a way to forgive? Can Rick learn to take
responsibility for his past mistakes? And even if they succeed, what will they do when Rick’s most recent wantabe girlfriend shows up on their doorstep, determined to make Rick hers?
Susan was born and raised a Southern California girl but is grateful to have lived on the Oregon coast and in the Rocky Mountains of northern Utah. She’s now enjoying living with her husband in the incomparable beauty of the Redwood forest, nestled against the rugged coast of Northern California.Susan raised a tribe of children, making ends meet as a registered nurse and lactation consultant, and now her tribe members have tribes of their own and she doesn’t get to see enough of them. She loves to travel and is thrilled with a good movie or a great book, but writing is her passion. She writes almost anything, especially epic fantasy and romance.
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- My husband and I have seven children between us and twenty-two
grandchildren. We would need five seven-passenger vans to take all of us
somewhere together. My mother passed away almost three years ago, but my
father just turned 92 and is a WWII vet. He was in the navy and was
stationed in San Francisco. Our youngest grandchild just turned 2 in
April.
- I love to garden, and roses are my favorite flowers. After that,
in no particular order, are irises, fuchsias, pansies, and gladioli. I also
love carnations (which I can’t grow), but I love to stop and smell them
when vendors peddle flowers on the streets.
- I’ve always been horse-crazy and loved the opportunities I had as
a teenager and young adult to ride, show and train horses. I love Quarter
horses and Morgans, but I am in awe of all of them, everything from the
mystical Friesian, to the Lipizzaner, to the adorable miniature horse and
the Budweiser Clydesdales. Arabs, Paints, and gaited horses take my breath
away.
- I love to travel. I’ve been to twenty of the states in the US and
lived in three of them: Arizona, California, Colorado, Florida, Georgia,
Hawaii, Idaho, Illinois, Indiana, Iowa, Louisiana, Michigan, Missouri,
Nevada, New Mexico, New York, Oklahoma, Oregon, Texas, Utah, and Wyoming.
I wish I could travel to other countries. Mexico is the extent of my
forays over the border, but I’m not dead yet!
- Besides reading and writing, I love everything “artsy.” I learned
to play the violin and dabbled at the piano and the organ. As a child, I
learned to oil paint, acrylic paint, and water color. I took lessons as a
child from a wonderful artist who was one of the judges for the Seattle
Worlds’ Fair in 1962. I only knew him as Mr. Porter, but I was delighted
years later to have him as a high school art teacher, too. He was a
wonderful artist and a fun teacher.
- I love needlework and have won many awards with crocheting and
knitting. I just took Best of Show at our Del Norte County Fair this
August with a crocheted tablecloth. A couple of years ago, I took Best of
Show with a cabled sweater in Utah’s Weber County Fair, and the year
before that I took the Sweepstakes Award for a beautiful knitted shawl.
I’ve been submitting to fairs for decades, and other than for one
exception, I’ve never taken anything less than 1st place.
- If I had one other talent besides writing that I think I could
excel at, it would be photography. I’ve had a few okay cameras, but my
goal is to someday get a really nice one. The right camera and the right
lenses make all the difference in the world. One of my daughters is a pro,
and I’m so proud of her—but I wish she could be my teacher. I see a
beautiful “picture” in the world around me and wish I could capture both
what I see and what I feel about it. A good photographer can do that.
- I love to cook, but I also love to create recipes. I have plans to
publish my own cookbook someday, but for now, I just keep playing with
recipes until I get them right for our family. At this point, I have more
than 300 of them.
- I’m an RN, but I spent a good part of my career as an
International Board Certified Lactation Consultant. Breastfeeding isn’t
for everyone, and yes, there are people who can’t. Some women have no
interest, and I completely understand. I was there, however, for the new
mom who really wanted to get off on the right foot with it, and I worked
hand-in-hand with pediatricians and families in working out difficulties
from helping the mom with milk supply problems, the baby with
disabilities, and the family that is suffering the loss or the impending
loss of a baby.
- My husband used to be a professional truck driver for a well-known
shipping company. I had the chance to travel with him from Utah to Arizona
to see his cousin. It was quite an experience. We as a nation have no idea
how hard that job is, and I came away with a deeper respect for the
sacrifice many people make to bring us the goods and food supplies that we
tend to take for granted.
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