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Welcome to Firebrook Valley!

Welcome to Firebrook Valley—where the stakes are high, the secrets are deep, and the billionaires are finally finding their way home. In this brand-new series, I return to my roots, bringing my readers back to my signature world-building that takes you on a wild ride and always leaves you smiling.

What to Expect in Firebrook Valley: The Expanded Billionaire Universe: We aren't starting over; we’re moving forward. Firebrook Valley is firmly planted in my larger universe, which means you can expect fun cameos from some of your absolute favorites—keep your eyes peeled for Dominic and Abby Corisi!

Expect to laugh, swoon, and get caught up in a mystery that unfolds one book at a time.

At the center of Firebrook Valley is a bitter, thirty-year blood feud between two powerful fathers. Watch as a new generation of imperfect, flawed characters works to break the cycle of generational trauma and learn the true power of forgiveness.

While the characters may have billions, their hearts belong to the rustic, tight-knit mountain town of Firebrook Valley. It’s a world where family loyalty trumps international glitz, and the community is as strong as the coffee.

Let’s go back to 2010. Before the billionaire sagas and the sprawling family sagas of Firebrook Valley, there was a girl, a horse trailer, and a very misplaced shower scene.

A lot of people think Maid for the Billionaire was my first book. While it was the first one I ever published, the very first story I ever finished was a little cowboy romance called Gentling the Cowboy.

It was a total fantasy: me trailering my horse down to Texas, pulling into the wrong ranch, and accidentally showering in the wrong house... only to be discovered by the (very handsome) owner. It was a fun story to write, and when I finally wrote "The End," my pride knew no bounds.

But as I quickly learned, there’s a big difference between having a story in your heart and having the skills to put it on the page.

I did what any aspiring author does—I shared it. First with friends, and then I gathered up some courage and went online to share it with critique groups.

Oh, the internet in 2010.

It was soul-wrenching. I was slammed. One woman actually told me my writing was so bad it made her "bash her head on the wall until she bled." I suggested she stop reading! That critique was a massive rain cloud on my tiny personal parade. I retreated, tucked my cowboy story away, and figured maybe my stories weren't meant for the world after all.

Thankfully, I have older brothers who love me and didn't want me to quit. One of them told me about a local writing group, promising that people are nicer in person than they are online. I was terrified, but my brother actually offered to come and sit beside me so I wouldn't be alone.

I sat down at a random table, only to realize I had accidentally sat with at least two New York Times Bestselling authors. One of them was the wonderfully warm Annette Blair. I might have thrown up in my mouth a little while waiting for their response.

But Annette showed me something I’ve never forgotten: Successful people don't mock people who are trying. She looked me in the eye and said, "I was prepared to just say something nice about your book because I know this is your first one.but you have such a strong voice. If you're willing to hear it, I'll tell you what you're doing wrong." She spent twenty minutes showing me the biggest things I was doing wrong, and I will always be grateful for the grace she showed me.

I wasn't ready to fix the cowboy book yet, so I took a detour. I joined a group of brilliant Sci-Fi authors and started writing about electromagnetism falling in love with humans. I learned so much from them about pacing, dialogue, and point of view.

Then, at a party, a friend asked me: "Is that what you actually like to read?"

I laughed. "No! I love Harlequin romances and billionaires!"

She smiled and asked, "Then why don't you write that?"

Maid for the Billionaire was born from that dare. It wasn't until after I'd hit the New York Times list with one of my billionaire romances that I found the courage to rewrite my cowboy romance. With the help of a professional editor who suggested I focus a little less on the horse and a little more on the sexy cowboy, Gentling the Cowboy was rewritten. Shortly after its release, it was snapped up by a publisher and rebranded as Taken Not Spurred.

I need to stop here and thank every Texan who read it for not coming for me for my depiction of them. I hadn’t been to that amazing state yet, so my characters were purely how a woman born and bred in New England imagined Texans would be. Thank you for allowing my mistakes to be overshadowed by the fun of the shower scene. The grace you showed me as well as the opportunities that story brought to me . . . well, that was the magic.

People often tell me they want to be an author but don't know how. My answer is always the same: Write the book. Your first book might not be your best book. It might be the one that stays in the drawer for a while. But if you never write the first one, you’ll never get to the second, the third, or the fiftieth.

My path to publication was a winding one, but that just makes the journey more beautiful. And someday, maybe, I’ll be brave enough to share the sci-fi I wrote . . .

Back in 2011, the world of publishing felt like the Wild, Wild West. We were self-publishing, bypassing the traditional gatekeepers, and being highly judged for it. It was a time of grit, big dreams, and a lot of "author loneliness."

I didn't want a "fan club", I wanted a community. I wanted a safe corner of the internet where I could share photos of my kids growing up, ask vulnerable questions about a book cover, or vent when the "internet rain clouds" got too heavy.

That’s how Ruthie’s Roadies was born. It was a gathering place for the amazing people I was meeting online.

From the beginning, it was about more than my books. As I learned new things, I brought them back to them. Like blogging. I figured if I was learning about the power of blogging, we should all learn together.

It’s been incredible to watch that mission take flight. Some Roadies started blogging and realized it wasn't for them; others are still at it today. I’ve even had Roadies find their own voices and become published authors themselves. We celebrate the best days together, and we sit quietly with each other through the worst ones. I’d like to think we’ve mutually made each other’s lives just a little bit better over the past 15 years.

People think that once you’ve written 50+ books, the nerves go away. They don't.

There is a specific kind of "imposter syndrome" that hits at book signings. You sit at your table, watching a hugely successful author next to you, and you feel a bit like a puppy at the pound—just waiting to be noticed. Even when the line is ticketed and out the door, that worry remains: Will they like this one? Do they remember me?

And then, out of the crowd, I see a familiar face. A Roadie.

There is no gift like a warm smile and a hug from someone who has known you for a decade. Whether the room is packed or it’s just the two of us, seeing a Roadie feels like a family reunion. They are the "safety net" that gives me the courage to be brave even during years when my books don’t sit high on the charts.

Some of my favorite memories aren't the fancy parties, but the moments where my "work" life and "real" life blended perfectly. When money was tight, we’d all pile into my hotel room just to chat. When things were better, we’d go on steamboat tours or walking adventures.

But the one that stays with me is my daughter’s fifth birthday. We were in London for a signing, and I felt that "mom guilt" of traveling on her big day. So, I invited the Roadies to join us on the London Eye. They showed up with little gifts for her, turning a business trip into a genuine birthday celebration.

That’s the soul of this story: it’s not about "marketing" or "metrics." It’s about the people who have walked this winding path with me. This is my first time living this life and I’m sure I’ve made a ton of mistakes, but gathering these women together and sharing this journey with them was something I did right.

If you're looking for a positive, safe place to discuss my books, how to help others discover them, and the lighter side of life, I’d love to have you. We’re a small group of about 1,000 people. Ruthie’s Roadies on FB

The shelves are dusted. The filing cabinets are organized. And tomorrow, a brand-new door opens in the Billionaire World.

For weeks, we’ve looked back at where it all started—from Dominic Corisi’s "too alpha" beginnings in 2010 to the secret experiments that brought the "Separated at Birth" twins back together. We’ve talked about the cameos, the crossovers, and the healing power of a true happy ending.

But tomorrow isn't about the past. Tomorrow is about Firebrook Valley.

When I sat down to write this new series, I knew it had to be part of the world you’ve grown to love. I wanted to introduce you to new families with their own secrets, their own struggles, and their own path to love—but I also wanted it to feel like coming home.

If you’ve been following the Corisis, the Barringtons, and the Westerlys, you know that no one truly disappears. Firebrook Valley is full of the same heart, humor, and "potato chip" addictiveness that keeps us all coming back for more.

Writing these stories has always been my way of finding comfort in a crazy world. Knowing that you find that same comfort in these pages is the greatest reward I could ask for.

Whether you are meeting a billionaire hero for the first time or waiting for Judy Corisi to finally drop her "dating bombshell" on her father, I am so grateful you’re on this journey with me.

Set your alarms. Charge your Kindles. Tomorrow, we go to Firebrook.

Sometimes, the best stories start in the most unexpected places. For me, this series began 30,000 feet in the air on a transatlantic flight.

While the rest of the cabin slept, I was tucked into my seat with my headphones on, watching a documentary about twins who had been separated at birth only to find each other decades later. At first, it felt like a "feel-good" story. But as the minutes ticked by, the true nature of the social experiment behind their separation unfolded. By the time that plane touched the ground, I wasn't just awake—I was horrified.

I knew right then that I needed to write a happy ending for these men. Not just for my readers, but for my own sanity.

That flight was the birth of The Switch Series (Strictly Business and Out of Love). I wanted to take that premise and infuse it with the joy and heart I felt was missing from the real-world story. I created a businessman and a farmer—identical twins who swap lives to save one another’s businesses. Writing their journey healed my heart a little, but the world I was building wasn't finished.

As the first set of twins found their happily-ever-afters, I started wondering about the others still out there in the dark. That curiosity led to the Twin Find Series and the Twin Dare Series, where more brothers stepped out of the shadows and into the lives of amazing women who brought out the best in them.

Finally, I reached the man I considered the most tragic victim of the "experiment." Giving him a happy ending in Out of Secrets felt like the final piece of a puzzle.

While this series is a mystery that lightly reflects the details of that real-life documentary, it is primarily a story of reclamation. As a writer, I don’t just write to entertain; I often write to heal something within myself. This series allowed me to take a situation that made me incredibly sad and rewrite the narrative into the way I wish it had worked out for everyone involved.

Reading has always been my sanctuary when the world feels a little too crazy. I regularly receive messages from you all telling me that my books bring you comfort during difficult times.

Knowing that a story I wrote to comfort myself ended up bringing that same peace to someone else is the most wonderful gift a reader could ever give me.

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If you look at my new "Billionaire World" reading map, you’ll see a sprawling empire of families, scandals, and happily-ever-afters. But to truly understand how this world came to be, we have to go back—all the way back to 2010.

Once upon a time, before the billionaire romance explosion and before Fifty Shades of Grey changed the landscape, I wrote a hero named Dominic Corisi. At the time, publishers told me he was too alpha, too angry, and too intense.

I didn't listen.

My daughter’s favorite quote from that era perfectly sums up the Corisi energy: "Can you really kidnap someone who wanted to go with you?" In 2011, I self-published Maid for the Billionaire. I put it up for free, and by the time I was ready to release book two, over one million people had downloaded it. Dominic hadn't just jumpstarted my career; he had claimed a permanent residence in the hearts of readers.

What fascinated me most about the original Legacy Collection wasn't just Dominic’s own story, but how he looked through the eyes of everyone else.

In book one, you see his power.

In book two, you see him through the eyes of his adversary.

By books three and four, you’re seeing him through a sister-in-law's romance and another woman enjoying her own "kidnapping" fantasy.

One of my favorite perspectives was Alethea’s. She was a woman obsessed with the truth who trusted no one —except Dominic. Their bond showed that even a morally gray billionaire values loyalty and friendship above all else.

Most authors might have closed the book there. But my characters had other plans. The Corisis spilled into the world of the Barringtons. Then the Westerlys. I was eventually given the chance to expand Dominic’s family even further, discovering "lost" relatives and giving a broken hero the foundation he always craved.

I’ve watched Dominic grow, stumble, and nearly make irreversible mistakes, only to pull back at the last second from becoming someone unforgivable. He is so dynamic that he even demanded a cameo in my World War II "super soldier" series (yes, the one with the silverware!). It was perfect.

This year, as I sat down to start a brand-new series, I knew exactly where it belonged: right back in the Billionaire World.

As you dive into Firebrook Valley and meet the new families I’m introducing, keep your eyes peeled. There will be cameos. There will be crossovers. And if the stars align exactly the way I want them to, this journey will culminate in the moment we’ve all been waiting for: Judy Corisi finally revealing to her father exactly who she’s been dating.

Welcome back to the world that Dominic built. It's good to be home.

In Firebrook Valley, the mountains aren't the only things with deep roots. For thirty years, two powerful families have lived on opposite sides of the river, sharing nothing but access to the water and a mutual, simmering distrust.

If you’re looking for the high-stakes intrigue of a family saga like Dallas, look no further than the Burkes and the Hollistons .

Cody Burke didn't start with much, but he built an empire through sheer ingenuity and relentless grit.

Celia Burke (Cody’s wife) tragically died on a trail ride in the mountains.

Drew Burke is the "find out" part of the FAFO equation. He’s the battering ram of the family, a man who values a handshake over a bloodline and will tear down a mountain to protect his sister, Nora.

Nora Burke is the youngest and the most likely to cross feud lines first if someone on the other side needs her.

Gabe Holliston was born into wealth and connections, ruling from a world of hidden doors and exclusive clubs .

Beth Holliston, his ex-wife.

Bella Holliston is the family "fixer". She is a successful CEO who has mastered the art of composure, holding her family together even as her father’s volatile ambition threatens to derail them.

Evan Holliston is the wild child. He’d rather not return to Firebrook Valley, but he will when he’s needed.

Brady Holliston is the youngest and most likely to head off on an adventure to uncover the truth.

The feud started long before Drew and Bella were born, but it's only getting worse. When their younger siblings get tangled up in it, working together is suddenly more important than old wounds.

In this world, the only thing more dangerous than a rival is falling for one.

But love always finds a way.

Let’s go back to a time when my life was a little more crowded and my office was a kitchen table.

Before the high-rise offices and the sprawling family sagas of Firebrook Valley, my husband, our three kids, and I lived in an 850-square-foot house. Calling the small patch of floor in front of our sink and refrigerator a "kitchen" was generous, and calling that table my "office" was even more so. It was loud, it was chaotic, and looking back, it was a time I’ll always miss—even if the fatigue was very, very real.

Sometimes, the chaos won. Maybe the roof was being fixed, or maybe everyone was home at once, but on this particular day, I needed to hit a deadline. I grabbed my laptop and headed to our local library.

Between writing in my car during my oldest daughter's cheerleading practices or on park benches, I was a pro at writing anywhere. I found a spot, put my headphones on, and completely fell into the story. I was having one of those rare, furiously productive days where the words just flow.

I was deep in the zone when a librarian approached me. She asked if I wanted a private room. I pulled back my headphones, looked around at the relatively quiet library, and gave her a polite smile.

"No, I’m perfectly fine writing right here, thank you," I said.

She paused, then asked, "Then I wonder if you would like to write somewhere else?"

That’s when it hit me. She wasn’t offering me a quiet place to focus; she was asking me to go anywhere else but there. My hands went up to my face and I realized my cheeks were soaking wet. The scene I was writing was so emotional that I was sitting in the middle of a public library, sobbing my heart out.

I was tempted to tell her that I was a New York Times Bestselling author and that libraries are where we belong—it’s like asking a giraffe not to be at the zoo! But then I looked at the quiet, overtly curious people around me and realized I had very publicly lived out the scene in my head.

Mortified, I stuffed my laptop into my bag and practically ran for my car.

That was the last time I wrote in a library, though I’ve continued to write in cars, at cheer events, and in fields while my daughter rides our horse. I just choose my locations more carefully now, places where if I start laughing because my characters are hilarious or crying because they’re suffering, and nobody cares.

I share this because it was one of my most embarrassing moments, but also because it shows how real these stories are to me. When my characters are falling in love, I’m falling in love right along with them. When they are sad, I am sitting in that space with them.

People say the journey is more incredible than the destination, and that encapsulates writing for me. Reaching "The End" is incredible, and the blank page is scary, but the magic that happens in the middle? I wouldn't want to miss a moment of it.

I am, and have always been, a character-driven romance author. People often ask me how I keep a world of over 50 books interconnected and alive, and the answer is simple: it always starts with the people.

Before I can write a new series like Firebrook Valley, I have to imagine who lives there. I might have a vague idea of a location or a plot, but before a single word of the story hits the page, I fill notebooks with what motivates a character.

I knew the entire backstory of Gabe Holliston—his relationship with his ex-wife, his parents, and exactly how he interacts with his children—long before I wrote the first scene. I know what is strong in him and what is broken. As I imagine him raising his children, I look at them through both his eyes and theirs. What were their challenges? Who would they have been to each other?

Then, I ask the most important question: What do these characters yearn for?

When I imagined the Burkes, I spent just as much time getting to know their history and their failures. I need to know what they are proud of and what they are ashamed of. Who are they in their best moments, and who are they in their worst?

Once I know them, I look for the match. Why do these two people, out of everyone I could imagine, belong together? Do they bring out the best in each other? Only when I have that answer do I set the notes aside and create the "plot" for them to work through.

By the time the "magic" starts, they are real to me. When they struggle, I’m rooting for them. When they cry during a scene, I’m crying right along with them. And when I finally write the words "The End" on a happily-ever-after, I’m smiling in exactly the way I hope you are.

That reminds me, I should post about the time I was asked to leave a library . . .

Grab your favorite mug, settle into your coziest chair, and let me tell you a story from my early days in the romance industry. It’s a tale of innocence, a shot for courage, and the ultimate last-minute betrayal.

I’m laughing just typing this, but for those of you who were there—or those who never blogged about it—remember: history belongs to those who take the time to record it. Since I don’t believe a video exists (thankfully!), we’re going to rely on my memory of that wild day back in 2014.

There I was, unwinding after a long book signing with several of my good author friends. I had literally just stepped off the phone with my husband, telling him how exhausting and "crazy" the work of a book signing is. I was the picture of a dedicated professional.

Then, one of the authors turned to me and asked, "Have you ever been to a Coyote Ugly?"

I hadn't. So, naturally, the whole group—authors and readers alike—decided that was exactly where we needed to be. The atmosphere was fun, not too crowded, and we were all having a blast.

We were standing there looking up at the famous bar when someone suggested, "Let's go up and dance!"

In my head, it was an "we’re all in" moment. I started to climb up, thinking my fellow authors were right behind me. But the moment my feet hit the wood, I realized I had been "lured." They scrambled away, leaving me standing on the bar all by myself. . . well, me and a group of readers who were all significantly younger than I was!

But I’m a brave romance author, right? So, there I stood in my sneakers and Capri pants, and I danced. I gave it my all while my "friends" cheered (and laughed) and took photos from the safety of the floor.

The best part? As we were leaving the bar and walking down the street, total strangers started stopping me. "Hey! I just saw a post of you dancing at Coyote Ugly!"

My heart dropped. If strangers were seeing it, that meant the internet was seeing it. Seconds later, my phone buzzed. It was a text from my husband:

"Looks like you sure are working hard."

I burst out laughing. Thankfully, my husband has an incredible sense of humor. We don’t worry about each other—honestly, he’s more worried I’ll come home with another horse than that I’d ever sneak around and do anything. He knew I didn’t really drink (well normally) and I am certainly not a dancer, so the mental image of me in my sneakers on that bar was something he just wished he’d seen in person.

We have laughed about that night so many times over the years. It’s one of those "magic" memories that only happens when you’re out on the road with readers and fellow authors who become family.

But I did walk away with one very important life lesson: When someone says, "Let's dance on the bar," you always let them go first.

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