Women's Fiction

Heather is forty two and desperate to escape her small, tight world controlled by Mother, so bravely finds a path to trust in the outside world. And in herself.

Making the same mistake twice is careless, even if your last blunder occurred six hundred years ago. At least in the twentieth century, you don't have to wait till your rotten husband dies to be set free.

In Walking Over Wet Paint, a guarded, emotionally reserved editor in vintage togs collides with a charming oncologist in the wake of her mother’s terminal illness, forcing both to re-evaluate their emotional defenses, past patterns, and ideas of permanence.