Operation K-9 Brothers is a three-book romantic suspense series about Navy SEAL heroes returning to civilian life. That’s not such an easy transition for these men, but the service dogs they work with calm their demons. These men are not looking for love, but when they find the one, they fall hard. They are hardwired to protect, and when danger threatens, they will protect the woman they love with their life. M is for MOUNTAIN RESCUE of course. O is for Operator. Dallas is a SEAL and SEALs are operators. U is for Universal because romance is universal. N is for Numb. How Dallas feels inside. T is for Tender. How Dallas feels toward Bella, the dog that has never known the kind touch of a human. A is for Asheville, the location of the story. I is for Incredible. What Dallas thinks of Rachel. N is for Nickname. Dallas’s nickname for Rachel is wildcat. * R is for Residence. The mountain cabin two strangers accidentally end up in together. E is for Extraordinary. What Dallas thinks of stunt double woman Rachel. S is for SEAL, and who doesn’t love a SEAL hero? C is for Cowboy. Yes, Dallas is…

1–What is the title of your latest release? IF YOU LOVE SOMETHING 2–What is it about? DeShawn, who was raised by his grandmother, learns that her cancer has returned and she’s not going to pursue further treatment. In her will, she decides to leave part of her estate to DeShawn’s ex-husband, Malik. Except it turns out Malik isn’t his ex at all, because the divorce never went through (this happens more than you might think). DeShawn’s Uncle Robert ends up suing Malik, and that pushes them together. You’ll have to read to figure out the rest. 3–What do you love about the setting of your book?  I love that this is more DC-adjacent than fully focused in city. So many people are just outside DC, but live and work and love there. So there are moments in Upper Marlboro and Baltimore that hold just as much weight as being in DC proper. 4–How did DeShawn surprise you?  I don’t think I quite expected the arc DeShawn went on, and his final decisions about what he wanted to do career-wise. It was a way for him to have the best of both worlds, and I was thrilled to give it to…

Another family dinner. This one on a random Thursday evening in mid-September. Same kitchen. Same table with the wobbly leg. Same people. One husband. One seven-year-old boy who hated anything that wasn’t a chicken nugget. One brother-in-law who might be a killer. Not a that was a horrible accident type of killer either. No. A person who killed over and over, targeting and wiping out the women closest to him. Elisa Wright looked across the table, over the pile of mashed potatoes and stack of homemade dinner rolls, at Josh. She couldn’t shake the now familiar anxious churning. With every forkful of food, every joke, every smile he gifted them, the word murderer flashed in her mind. She closed her eyes but the bright kitchen lights wouldn’t blink out. The truth gnawed and pricked at her. Exploded in her head and shot through her while she assessed and dissected every word he said, looking for clues. The big problem? She was the only one who questioned him. Everyone loved Josh. He was attractive, but not too much. Successful, but not too much. With brown eyes and brown hair that curled at the ends, he looked like an older version of…