Changing seasons:
I love seasons. Anyone who knows me knows that I love each and every season and wouldn’t do well where the weather is always the same. The world is frosty and I love that and I love the crunch of leaves beneath my feet. Or the non-sound of soggy leaves. Either is wonderful, a sign of the season.
Hunky heroes and plucky heroines in clean, contemporary, small town romances in the real — and imaginary — worlds.
