Ceana wakes up one summer morning with the realization that she’s in love with Gideon Smith. This makes complete sense to her in spite of the fact that she’s disliked Gideon since the day they met.
All these years she’s been hiding from her true feelings, afraid to admit to herself how much she cares for him.
Or has she?
Finally Ceana realizes she’s under a love spell. But who caused her to fall for someone she doesn’t even like? And why?
I love to get into the minds and hearts of my characters, whether I'm writing about a saloon girl in the old west, a man who discovers the barista he's in love with is a naiad, or a ghost who haunts the house she was killed in—even though that house no longer exists. I want them to agonize over their choices, and I want what they choose - or don't choose—to matter. I want the reader to feel joy when a character succeeds, and to cry when they don't—just like I do when I'm writing the story.
I live in Colorado, and spend my free time in a futile quest to wear out my two border collies since I haven’t given in and gotten them their own herd of sheep. Yet...