He might not be big on talking, but Max's toe-curling kisses are getting the message across loud and clear. And getting involved with this rugged, intense former marine would be a definite conflict of interest-professionally and personally. Max's scarred childhood left him determined to put down roots in Razor Bay, yet one look at Harper-a woman who happily lives out of a suitcase-leaves him speechless with desire for things he's never had. Still, Harper's here only for the summer, working covertly for her family's foundation. And Max Bradshaw, the incredibly sexy deputy sheriff. 'Wrong for each other' never felt more right… Even a lifelong traveler like Harper Summerville has to admire the scenery in Razor Bay, Washington. It's my fondest wish that you'll fall in love with them, too. Now that it's finished and I've survived to write another day, I'm just so, so wild about Zach and Lily. I'm pleased to announce, however, that in the end the book came together with a minimum of nicks and cuts to my tender psyche.

What a dreamer-as always, they took me in directions I never envisioned. I was convinced when I started their story that this time I had a firm grasp on my cast of characters. My troublemakers in Getting Lucky are Zach Taylor, a tough-minded marine on a mission, and Lily Morrisette, a chef who might look like a party girl but is more than equal to the task of matching wits with a stubborn soldier. Then I'm pretty sure it's going to be a bloodbath. What's scary is that this seems perfectly reasonable to me-right up until the point in every book when my characters wrest the story from my hands and run with it. The reality of my writing process is probably closer to chainsaw juggling. Dear Reader, I have this great vision of myself penning books as birds tweet and the heavens smile down upon me.

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