Book 1 Sweetheart, Montana series
With Christmas and a family showdown looming, can she find a miracle?
Hoping to reunite her mother with her long-lost brother for Christmas, interior designer Hayley Stevens travels to Montana to hand-deliver a Christmas card to the uncle she’s never met. Finding her uncle is easier than getting him alone to explain her mission. Reluctantly, Hayley hides her identity to learn more about her uncle and his family, but it’s his handsome and enigmatic partner who captures her heart and imagination.
Architect and builder Blake Dennison is attracted instantly to the beautiful Hayley, but he’s suspicious of her curiosity. Can she be a spy for a rival builder? He’s been burned by deceit before, but as he spends time with Hayley, he falls hard.
Hayley knows she has much more at stake than fulfilling her mother’s Christmas dream, and when she confesses to Blake the real reason for her visit, his reaction is what she feared. He wants her gone. But Hayley knows how to fight for what she wants.
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Read about my experiences on the movie set during the making of the Hallmark film Long Lost Christmas.
With Christmas and a family showdown looming, can she find a miracle?
Hoping to reunite her mother with her long-lost brother for Christmas, interior designer Hayley Stevens travels to Montana to hand-deliver a Christmas card to the uncle she’s never met. Finding her uncle is easier than getting him alone to explain her mission. Reluctantly, Hayley hides her identity to learn more about her uncle and his family, but it’s his handsome and enigmatic partner who captures her heart and imagination.
Architect and builder Blake Dennison is attracted instantly to the beautiful Hayley, but he’s suspicious of her curiosity. Can she be a spy for a rival builder? He’s been burned by deceit before, but as he spends time with Hayley, he falls hard.
Hayley knows she has much more at stake than fulfilling her mother’s Christmas dream, and when she confesses to Blake the real reason for her visit, his reaction is what she feared. He wants her gone. But Hayley knows how to fight for what she wants.
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Read about my experiences on the movie set during the making of the Hallmark film Long Lost Christmas.
Excerpt
Blake paused in the doorway of the hotel bar and punched in Hayley’s phone number. She was seated on a stool, chatting to the bar tender and drinking a glass of white wine. In her dark red wool dress that clung to her slender curves, heeled ankle boots and blonde hair waving around her shoulders, she looked utterly delectable.
She reached for her phone on the bar, saw his number, and hesitated. His breath tightened his chest. She hadn’t seen him. Would she pick up?
At last she did. "Can I help you?"
"I'd like to buy you a drink," Blake said.
"Sorry, I just washed my hair,” she replied coolly. “I'm in my pajamas, getting ready for a night in with Netflix."
"Is that so? Lady, you lie as smoothly as a fitted sheet." He started walking slowly toward her. "How about putting on that nice red dress of yours, slipping on some warm boots and heading downstairs to the bar? I'm thinking you'd enjoy a glass of pinot grigio. Or maybe chardonnay."
She froze. And then turned slowly around. Her gaze slammed into his and her cheeks went red. Busted.
Blake paused in the doorway of the hotel bar and punched in Hayley’s phone number. She was seated on a stool, chatting to the bar tender and drinking a glass of white wine. In her dark red wool dress that clung to her slender curves, heeled ankle boots and blonde hair waving around her shoulders, she looked utterly delectable.
She reached for her phone on the bar, saw his number, and hesitated. His breath tightened his chest. She hadn’t seen him. Would she pick up?
At last she did. "Can I help you?"
"I'd like to buy you a drink," Blake said.
"Sorry, I just washed my hair,” she replied coolly. “I'm in my pajamas, getting ready for a night in with Netflix."
"Is that so? Lady, you lie as smoothly as a fitted sheet." He started walking slowly toward her. "How about putting on that nice red dress of yours, slipping on some warm boots and heading downstairs to the bar? I'm thinking you'd enjoy a glass of pinot grigio. Or maybe chardonnay."
She froze. And then turned slowly around. Her gaze slammed into his and her cheeks went red. Busted.