Reluctant Witness -- Out now from The Wild Rose Press Professional singer Julia Kershaw is leaving town and moving on with her life. She desperately needs an escape from her mother’s grief over the loss of Julia’s brother--shot and killed by an overzealous cop--and an ex-boyfriend who refuses to believe it's over. But when she becomes the sole witness to the murder of a man she's known all her life, how can she leave until the killer is found? And how can she work with a cop after everything the police put her family through? When Detective Inspector Daniel Conway is removed from the city chaos he thrives on, and sent to a sleepy seaside town, the last thing he expects is to catch a murder case. With an impeccable record he intends to keep that way, for personal as well as professional reasons, he refuses to allow his very beautiful, sexy--and secretive--witness to walk away from his case. Or him. Read Reviews | Read Excerpt

"Transatlantic Loving is part of the Class of ’85 Series and it quickly becomes an instant favorite.  I thought the characters were humorously lovable and both share pains from the past that will unite them.  A terrific installment in the reunion series." Single titles.com, 4 Stars

"A nice romance that has you pulling for the two wounded souls to find a second chance at happiness."
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Silently, he eased her in front of him and encircled his arms around her waist. The view in front of them stole the last breath of caution from Lisa’s body, and she leaned back against his chest and held on to the muscular forearms folded across her abdomen. He moved his face to the side of hers and when he spoke his words warmed the curve of her ear.

“What do you think?”

She inhaled a shaky breath. “It’s beautiful.”

“The moon looks like that, as far as I can tell anyway, for just two nights of the year and tonight is the second of them.”

“It feels as though I could touch it.”

The moon was close enough and bright enough that the gray patches of its craters were clearly etched across its shimmering surface. Its light, completely unhampered by clouds, bounced in a perfect dart across the surface of the lake. Picture postcard perfect, Lisa took a snapshot in her mind, saving it permanently in her memory forever.

They stood in silence for another few seconds before she turned in the circle of his arms and slid her hands up over his biceps and onto his shoulders. Tracing the wonderfully sculpted lines of his clean-shaven jaw with her finger, Lisa felt every last whisper of self-consciousness slip from her body.

“Kiss me, Aaron. Everywhere.”