Librarian's note: This is an alternate cover for ASIN: B006V6D3TM.
A secret power hides within her...
Phoenix Forsythe and her father seek peace and refuge in the quaint town of Rosewood. After the death of her mother and brother, he’s the only family she has left. Then Phoenix discovers the hidden power within her and her secret heritage—she is a Torch, a race of people able to ignite fires at will.
A forbidden love...
Gorgeous—and dangerous—Kai Seaver is a Flood, able to transform into water. His people are the natural enemies of Torches. But an innocent kiss is all it takes to kindle a different kind of fire as a flood of new emotions brings Phoenix and Kai together, in spite of their family’s objections.
A town with a lethal secret...
Until recently, Torches and Floods have lived in harmony in Rosewood. But now a string of mysterious arsons threatens that fragile peace. When suspicions point at Phoenix’s father, Kai Seaver may be the only one who can help Phoenix. His special abilities make him a huge ally in a firefight—and a very dangerous boyfriend. As the treacherous flames draw closer, Phoenix may be forced to choose: protect her family or be swept away in the tidal wave of her newfound love.
Until recently, Torches and Floods have lived in harmony in Rosewood. But now a string of mysterious arsons threatens that fragile peace. When suspicions point at Phoenix’s father, Kai Seaver may be the only one who can help Phoenix. His special abilities make him a huge ally in a firefight—and a very dangerous boyfriend. As the treacherous flames draw closer, Phoenix may be forced to choose: protect her family or be swept away in the tidal wave of her newfound love.
When I'm not writing books with Sandy, I can usually be found on a film set, where life is anything but dull. I've hung off the side of Toronto's CN tower, faced down a Grizzly bear, danced with Gregory Hines, and shared a beer with Ireland's Lord Guinness.
In 2003, Panavision Canada recognized my camera skills with the coveted Woody Award. It's an honor. Really.
And to think I almost became a cop. Fortunately for the citizens of Toronto, I flunked the psychological profile. Then, there was my brief stint as a bank manager, but I don't want to dwell on that.
Better to dwell on the restaurant job where I met the man who became my husband. I was the bartender; he was the busboy. It's still a perfect match: I get to call the "shots" and he cleans up after me. More importantly, he cleans up after our schnauzer, whom we affectionately describe as a four-bagger (Note: Dog-owners, you know what I'm talking about here).
I am a tea granny and a home dècor magazine junkie. I play the piano, although I don't own one. I own two guitars, although I don't play them. I sing to my dog, wear fleece even in summer, and never miss an episode of Coronation Street.
I could go on, but my tea is cold. And let's face it, you probably stopped reading after I mentioned the Woody Award.