to Amelia and their unborn twins. The name Ryder meant nothing; the family surrounding him were strangers. But Amelia... Holding her was like coming home. And cherishing her was second nature. Whatever he'd once been, this Ryder wanted only to be a better man–for Amelia, and for their babies. And then his memory returned...
I was born in Sacramento, California where I launched my writing career by “publishing” a family newspaper. Circulation was dismal. After school, I married the love of my life. We spent years juggling children and pets while living on sailboats. All the while, I read like a crazy woman (devoured Agatha Christie) and wrote stories of my own, eventually selling to magazines and then book publishers. Now, 45 novels later, I’m concentrating on romantic suspense where my true interest lies.