After moving to the lush green wine region of Australia’s Hunter Valley, Ann has the perfect surrounding to let her imagination to run wild. She alternates her time between writing western romances and playing in her garden.
Two kinds of hero make Ann a mass of nerves. The hot cowboy with a slow sexy drawl (she used to live out in the desert and enjoyed every minute) and a man in a kilt. (Imagine Jamie Fraser) She can’t wait to visit Scotland where she can get her fill of the tartan clad hotties for, um research purposes, of course.
In the meantime, her dear husband puts up with her talking to her characters and getting lost in worlds only she can imagine as she battles to bring stories to the page for everyone to enjoy.
Q.Which book left you empty inside once you finished writing it?
The Cowboy’s Baby Surprise, third book in the Hansen Brothers Series. I bawled my eyes out on the last chapter.
Q.What is the best opening sentence you have written?
Tyson Watson took another sip of his whisky, immune to the fire burning down his throat. After the first two glasses the numbness had set in and he could have just as easily been sculling water for all the good the liquor was doing for him. He stared at the bottle, somehow blaming it for the foul mood he was in and then tried to focus on what he was doing.
Wife wanted, no frills or fancy ideas. Must be willing to live in the country, help on the ranch and not be afraid of commitment.
Excerpt from – Cowboy to the Rescue.
Sadie ran to the next room, grabbed her handbag, and opened the front door for Jethro. He hustled past her and nodded to the truck at the curb. “Door’s unlocked. Open it for me, please, and then get in the back.”
“You want me to come too?” Her face paled. “Shouldn’t someone stay here in case Tyson calls back or a client comes by?”
“Sadie, I need you with me.” Layla gripped her hand and dragged her along. “Don’t you dare leave me now!”
“But, I… surely I should be doing something in the office. Schedule meetings or something.”
“Please, Sadie, send him a text message.” Jethro slid Layla into the front seat and reached for the seat belt, locking it in place around her. “I need help with this one. I owe her, you know, and I’d feel better if there was a friendly face with me.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“No, but she does, and from what I’ve seen, she trusts you more than anyone. Pretty sure a woman needs someone she trusts at a time like this.”
A roar of frustration came from Layla perched in the truck. “You two together, with me—now!”
“Get in. We can argue how much we know each other later.”
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