When characters wake you up at 5am.

Early this morning, it rained. And I mean, IT RAINED. There was howling, a torrential downpour and all the general misery that is caused when the weather wakes you up at 5am. Hubby jumped out of bed, convinced our house was drifting down the street on a wave. The children moaned from the recesses of their stinky rooms. The cat then decided it was a great time to remind me her bowl needed refilling. Needless to say, it feels as if I got no sleep.

However, my sleep was rather light even before the storm hit and it’s because I was obsessing over which direction to take a character in my current work-in-progress. I must have tried to fall asleep for at least an hour, mulling over this particular heroine. Eventually, I did drop off.

Ah, the sweet bliss of being able to forget one’s writing woes for a while!

Then the rain hit. It began to pound my window, like some demon out of a Stephen King novel.  My eyes flew open. Once I realized the cause of the commotion was a storm, and not the apocalypse, I closed my eyes once more.

No sleep.

Guess which thoughts once again invaded my brain?

Do I want to change the heroine’s back story? Do I even like her back story? Is it compelling enough? What about the hero’s source of angst. I don’t think it’s “angsty” enough. Will the heroine like him? Do I even like the heroine? Is she nuts? Am I nuts? Boy, this rain is loud. Did locusts just fly by my window? What about her hair? Should I change the color of her hair? I don’t think I like it anymore. Will my readers relate to a woman with that color of hair? Who the hell cares about hair anyway? I’m hungry. Am I always this hungry at 5am? I’d like a bowl of cereal. Would my heroine eat cereal? I don’t think she’s the sort of person who eats cereal. I have to pee….

I guess this whole post just proves a couple of points.

Falling asleep to a gentle rain can be soothing, whereas waking up to a storm is the opposite of soothing.

Also, writers are weird.


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A new home for A Good Man.

Some books go on winding journeys before they find their homes.

My contemporary romance A Good Man, book 1 of my Handymen series, has been contracted by Limitless Publishing and I’m thrilled.

This book was previously contracted by Samhain Publishing and since their closure, I was eager for it to find a great home. Thanks to the good folks at Limitless, it has now.
Featuring three handsome contractor brothers from Toronto, and dealing with hero Michael’s PTSD, it’s a story with a lot of heart. I hope it finds a home in the hearts of many readers.

Stay tuned for details on dates, cover pics and more!



Jamie Lynn Boothe. Never Again.

How do you move on when you have nowhere to go?

Never Again by Jamie Lynn Boothe releases today!


Blessed with a good life and the perfect love, Sam couldn’t be happier. On vacation with her adoring husband, she is convinced that everything is exactly as it should be…until it’s not.

One accident sets off a string of events that forces Sam to watch her life fall apart piece by piece.

Loss, grief, betrayal—and the revelation of a long-kept secret have Sam questioning whether she will ever be able to find the happiness she once had.

She’s broken, her heart shattered, her trust ruined, and her faith is tested as she tries to survive the Hell her life has become.

Now Sam needs to decide if she’s brave enough to move on, or if she’ll never again find a love worth living for.

Her faith is tested as she tries to survive the Hell her life has become.
#Inspirational #Romance #Newrelease #Contemporary #Fiction #Kindleunlimited

Chris would never forget the second his heart was stolen from him. It had been one of the most incredible moments in his life. He was only twenty-three years old and fresh out of college, so it wasn’t as if he had too many chances to have incredible moments. He was always too busy. He could honestly say that no matter what else happened in his life and however long God would allow him to be around, that moment would forever be in the top three of everything.

It was a gorgeous spring afternoon in 2014. He had just finished with an intense workout at the gym and was exhausted. He walked across the street with a cool drink from the convenience store and sat on a bench to relax. The park was moderately filled with other likeminded people; some were alone while others were walking their dogs and enjoying the coolness of the day.

He could see a band setting up their instruments on stage, obviously getting ready for another free concert that Torrington held for the public. Chris looked around lazily and took in the sights as cars cruised up and down Main Street. Some drivers blared rock music while others pushed speakers to their limits with heavy bass songs or hillbilly country rock. In between the waves of tunes, occasionally he could hear a bird nearby and children laughing as they ran through the grass.

The first time he heard her laugh it was the only music he cared about that afternoon. Once his ears were tickled by the sound, it drowned out all the others. The world stopped for a moment when she stepped from around a tree and began walking his direction.

She wasn’t walking toward him because she saw him sitting there or was in any way interested. She hadn’t even seen him at all, at least not at first. She was simply with a friend, having a conversation and laughing. Oh, how beautiful she was.   The drink in his hand was all but forgotten. Surprisingly, he didn’t drop it and make a mess.

She was slightly petite with shoulder length dark brown hair and a face speckled with perfectly placed freckles. Her smile had surely been painted on by God and her eyes sparkled like real diamonds. He knew that sounded like a fairytale, or was just too good to be true. Whatever someone else thought didn’t matter; that was exactly what his heart was telling him, and it never once faltered.

She and her friend were approaching him and were only a mere few feet away when she lifted her gaze to his. When that small miracle happened she smiled. For him. At least that’s what he wanted to believe. Later when he thought back, he was sure he looked like a teenager with his heart on his sleeve, staring at her with googly eyes and unaware of anything else at the time. As they passed she giggled and looked back at him, but kept walking.

Did he get up and walk after her? Did he try to talk? No, he was ashamed to admit. He was enthralled and terrified at the same time. He believed if he had tried talking to her right at that moment, his tongue would have tripped over itself or somehow twisted. He would have looked like a fool. What he did was sit there, letting his heart calm to a steadier beat, and promised himself that if he ever had the privilege of seeing her again he wouldn’t pass on the opportunity to make a fool of himself. He realized he would have done anything for her. Anything at all.

When Never Again Happens, book 2 in this series, is available for preorder July 15th and releases July 25th!!

Shocking random acts of kindness.

The other day at my library job, I assisted an elderly gentleman who appeared somewhat confused. There is a lot of construction happening near my workplace right now and he had to ask for walking directions back to his home. I tried to explain the route as simply as possible, but to be honest, the route isn’t very simple right now. Because of bridge construction, flooding along one of the streets and other issues, those directions are more complicated than they should be.

The man left the desk, aiming for home, but he still looked confused.

To my surprise, one of our regular customers jumped in and offered the older man a ride home. The man accepted it readily.

My first instinct, being a streetwise woman who grew up in Toronto, was concern. After all, I would never accept a car ride from a stranger. However, the man who offered the ride was someone who has been coming to the library a long time and I felt sure he was only trying to help out a senior in need.

Once they left, I was surprised at how shocked I was at this random act of kindness. It put me on guard and made me worry for a moment. That saddened me.

We (or is it me?) have become accustomed to suspecting the worst, so much so that when something nice happens, we look for sinister consequences. In this situation, I have no doubt now that this was a Good Samaritan moment.

Maybe I’m just not used to witnessing these random acts of kindness enough. They’re elusive, like the sasquatch. You have to crane your neck and strain your eyes to see them.

Hopefully I’ll be able to witness some more. Maybe then, they won’t be as shocking. Maybe I need to create a few of my own and shock the hell out of someone else.

Sarah Hegger. Positively Pippa.

From author Sarah Hegger comes an exciting new series set in small-town Utah, where secrets don’t keep for long—and love turns up in the most unexpected places.

For Pippa Turner there’s only one place to go when her life self-destructs on national TV—home to Ghost Falls, and her heavily perfumed, overly dramatic, but supremely loving grandmother, Philomene. If anyone will understand how Pippa’s hit makeover show was sabotaged by her vengeful ex, it’s Phi. But she’s not the only one who’s happy to see her—and Pippa can’t help but wonder if Matt Evans, her gorgeous high-school crush turned Phi’s contractor, is game for a steamy close-up…

Matt owes his whole career to Phi and her constant demands to embellish the gothically ridiculous house he built for her. Getting to see red-headed, red-hot Pippa is a bonus, especially now that she’s no longer the troublesome teenager he remembers. He’s willing to stay behind the scenes while she gives her own life a much-needed makeover, but not forever. As far as he’s concerned, their connection is too electric to ignore. And the chance to build something lasting between them—before she can high-tail it back to Hollywood—is going to the top of his to-do list.


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Sarah Hegger Bio

Born British and raised in South Africa, Sarah Hegger suffers from an incurable case of wanderlust. Her match? A hot Canadian engineer, whose marriage proposal she accepted six short weeks after they first met. Together they’ve made homes in seven different cities across three different continents (and back again once or twice). If only it made her multilingual, but the best she can manage is idiosyncratic English, fluent Afrikaans, conversant Russian, pigeon Portuguese, even worse Zulu and enough French to get herself into trouble.

Mimicking her globe trotting adventures, Sarah’s career path began as a gainfully employed actress, drifted into public relations, settled a moment in advertising, and eventually took root in the fertile soil of her first love, writing. She also moonlights as a wife and mother.

She currently lives in Colorado with her teenage daughters, two Golden Retrievers and aforementioned husband. Part footloose buccaneer, part quixotic observer of life, Sarah’s restless heart is most content when reading or writing books.

Sarah is the recipient of the 2015 EPIC Award for Historical Romance.

She is represented my Nalini Akolekar of Spencerhill Associates.


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Positively Pippa

Chapter 1

“Aren’t you—?”

“No.” Not anymore she wasn’t. Pippa snatched her boarding pass from the check-in attendant and tugged her baseball cap lower over her eyes. Couldn’t Kim Kardashian help a girl out and release another sex tape or something? Anything to get Pippa away from the social media lynch mob. She kept her head down until she found her gate, and chose the seat farthest away from the other passengers waiting to board the flight to Salt Lake City. Latest copy of Vogue blocking her face, she flipped through the glossy pages.

Peeping over the top of her magazine she slammed straight into the narrowed gaze of a woman three rows over. Shit! Pippa dropped the woman’s gaze and went back to Vivienne Westwood bucking the trend.

Across the airport lounge the woman’s glare beamed into the top of her head like those laser tracking things you saw in spy movies. Pippa buckled under the burn and slouched lower into her seat.

Look at that, Fendi was doing fabulous separates this season. And really, Ralph Lauren, that’s your idea of a plus-size model? Stuff like this made her job so much harder.

Her former job.

Losing her show still clawed at her. Losing? Like she’d left the damn thing at Starbucks as she picked up her morning latte. More like her jackass ex with zero conscience had knocked it out of her hand. Framed, stitched up, wrongfully accused—judged, found guilty, and sentenced to a plethora of public loathing wiping out all the years spent building her career. Burning sense of injustice aside, she was stuck in this thing until it went away.

Angry Woman lurked in her peripheral vision. As sweat slid down her sides, Pippa tucked her elbows in tight and risked another glance.

Under an iron-gray row of rigidly permed bangs, the woman’s mouth puckered up.

Back to Vogue. The knot in her stomach twisted tighter, and she checked her cap. What the hell? A baseball cap and shades always worked for other celebrities. Why not her?

Angry Woman squared her shoulders and huffed.

This could go one of two ways. Either Angry Woman would come over and give her a piece of her mind on behalf of women everywhere, or she’d confine her anger to vicious staring and muttering. Maybe some head shaking. Please don’t let her be a crusader for women. Please, please, please. After two weeks of glares, stares and condemnation, Pippa had gotten the message:

Pippa St. Amor, the woman America loves to hate.

Right now, all she wanted was to sneak home and stay there until someone else topped her scandal. God, didn’t Vogue have anything fresh? She’d make a list. Lists were good. Soothing. Item one, run away from Angry Woman and hide in the bathroom. Item two, get your career back. She moved item two up to first place, where it had been since she left home at eighteen, and gauged the distance between her and the bathroom door. She’d never make it.

Angry Woman lifted her phone and snapped a shot of Pippa.

Damn, she’d forgotten that option; this one by far the worst. God, she hated Twitter. And Facebook. And Instagram, and Snapchat, and whatever-the-hell new social torment site some asshat was thinking up right this minute. The ongoing public derision chipped off bits of her until she felt like an open nerve ending.

A friend huddled next to Angry Woman, long hair that was totally the wrong shade of brown and aged her by ten years at least. If Pippa had her on the show, Long Hair would be wearing a cute, hip cut, a fresh new makeup look, and mile-wide smile with her new sense of self.

The reveals never got old. There was something about a woman finally seeing her own beauty that made all the other crap that went with a television career worth it. Ray had ripped that away from her too.

Pippa was getting it with double barrels now. Lips tight, matching twin spots of outraged color staining their cheeks as they whispered over Angry Woman’s phone. They both wore mom jeans. Up until two weeks ago it had been her mission to deliver moms everywhere from jeans like that. Along with those nasty, out of shape T-shirts they sold in three-packs of meh colors that had no business existing on the color spectrum. Angry and Long Hair were so her demographic. They’d probably seen the original episode live and watched it over and over again on demand or something. Maybe even watching it right this minute on YouTube.

YouTube! She hated YouTube, too.

Why didn’t they call her flight already and get her the hell out of here?

You didn’t sleep with the boss, and especially not in television. For four years. Ray had always been a bit sneaky, but to annihilate her career to boost his own? She hadn’t seen it coming. But you couldn’t rely on a man. How did she not get this by now?

Three minutes until boarding.

“Excuse me?”

Ah, shit, shit, shit, double damned shit in a bucket. So close, two minutes and fifty-five seconds. Smile and look friendly. “Yes.”

Try not to look like you.

“You’re that woman, aren’t you?” Angry Woman narrowed her eyes, and Pippa leaned back in her chair, out of striking range.


“It is you.” Long Hair planted her legs akimbo like a prizefighter. “I watched every single one of your shows. I can’t believe you said those things, and I—”

Two minutes, thirty seconds.

“—should be ashamed of yourself. What you said is a crime against women everywhere. You made that poor woman cry.”

Of course they cried. They were supposed to cry. The shows were edited to make them cry even more, but not the time to point it out.

“Shocking. And cruel. You’re just a . . . a nasty bitch.” Angry Woman got the last word in. She’d been called worse. Recently, too, and it still stung.

A man in the row opposite turned to watch the action. The three teens beside him openly stared and giggled.

I didn’t say it, people. Okay, she’d said it, but not like that. Editing, people. Creative editing—the scourge and savior of television celebrities worldwide. She could shout it across LAX and it still wouldn’t do any good. Until the next scandal broke and hers was forgotten.

“This is a boarding call . . .”

Thank you, Jesus!

“I’m sorry, that’s my flight.” Pippa creaked a smile and gathered her things. Handbag, phone, iPad, and coat. Her hands shook under the combined weight of several sets of eyes and she nearly dropped her phone.

No cabin baggage, not on this flight. Nope, this flight she’d packed just about everything she owned into the two heaviest suitcases on the planet. Paid extra weight without an argument. Anything to get the hell out of LA and home to Philomene.

Phi would know what to do.

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