The little white lie. The wasted years together. And the mistaken toe tag that ends up saving a life.Carson Thomas joins the military because of Hawk. Not leaving home on good terms puts a sour taste in his mouth and a world of resentment in his girlfriend's Missy's heart. But she's got him by the balls in more ways than one…and she knows it. When he meets Kerry-Ann, the sweet fellow soldier doing half time as a bartender, he starts seeing the world through her eyes. But will he remain faithful despite his misgivings about the girl he left behind?Kerry-Ann shares the same state with Carson, and even though they live in different cities, they find a camaraderie between them amongst the oceans that separate them from home. The girl smells a rat from what Carson tells her about his sweet, innocent hometown girl, but she can't bear to see the big-hearted guy suffer, especially when the girls he loves is so far away.Years pass while Carson stays away from home, avoiding Hawk and the chill in the air from his family, and effectively avoiding Missy and the ever-present pressure, but it won't last for long. When the truth finally sets Carson free, he retaliates, sending himself onto the battlefield, where he can forget about the betrayal and heartbreak, but also where he nearly ends his life.In an unexpected twist of fate, a face from Carson's past shows up in his hospital room, but will Carson make the right move? Is it too late for Carson Thomas to change his path and do the right thing?HEA (Happily Ever After)Ranch romanceCowboy romanceSecond chance romanceMilitary romanceMedical romanceMedium heatCourse languageCliffhanger ending Some have said that if you see me on the street (usually with a book in hand or a laptop fired up), I appear a cold, hard-fisted person. However, once we've spoken for five minutes or less, you'll have laughed at least once. That is, provided you appreciate sarcastic, self-deprecating wit.My first short story was penned in middle school and I was hooked ever since.I graduated with honours from Humber College and began working as an Administrative Coordinator for a large, multinational corporation shortly afterward. Quickly learning that the corporate world, despite the love I had for my job, is a slow killer of creativity, I chose to quit during maternity leave in 2006.Difficulty thinking outside the box soon evaporated when I received something that didn't come in one: my first child. While at home with the baby my imaginative energy got the better of me and my first memoir was written. It had been a dream of mine to write about my late father, who passed away from alcoholism in 1992, and it took me two years to compose a fifty-page manuscript, but I did it.After my second daughter was born in 2008 I had more fuel to write, and felt it necessary to voice the challenges and inherent gifts I acquired during my struggles with Scoliosis. Hence, my second memoir was born. The words flowed out of me with such ease I shocked myself.My love for words grew with each book I read and every word I wrote. I soon realized I had no more material to write non-fiction, which led me to take a stab at fiction. The next two books were such a revelation: it became more and more clear what my true calling was. The rest, as they say, is history!
