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I write the books that I want to read. Fun, sexy, sizzle. I insist my heroines and heroes better themselves before finding happiness together. Like life, my romances can bring you to tears, make you laugh out loud and then experience all of the feels of a good first kiss… and more.
I didn’t just get dumped—I burned my entire life to the ground. On live TV.
So, when my sister insists I take our mom’s place on the Southwest Bucket List tour, with a busload of quirky tech-challenged retirees, I reluctantly agree. I mean, how bad can it be? A little peace, a little quiet, a lot of open road—perfect for lying low and licking my wounds.
I should’ve known better.
The Love Bus
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