Thrice to Mine: Once & Future Book 6

Outlined

James, Sarah, and Dermot are united in their quest to stop Walter Stuart. But what will it cost them?

As they get closer to their goal their enemies are closing in. Just when they think they have one beat, another rears its head. Meanwhile the pressures of politics and motherhood are almost too much. Sarah begins to wonder if the greatest threat isn’t the one she poses to herself.

Can they outlast their enemies without losing themselves?

Can Amy ever get over being that girl who did that thing?

Eight years ago, Amy Monroe made a colossal mistake when she put her trust in a man who didn’t deserve it. When it blew up in her face in a very public way, the events made her rethink everything in her life. Now, she’s on a good path, and even due for a promotion. Until her great aunt leaves her a crumbling Victorian mansion in her tiny hometown, a town she has avoided going back to since The Incident.

All Amy wants to do is renovate the house, sell it, and get back to her life as a marketing consultant in California, but Haverhill has a way of drawing people in. Before she knows it, Amy, an atheist, is asked to help revive her community’s dying church, befriends the new minister, and inherits custody of her family’s aging pug. When her contractor turns out to be a past crush, her resolve never to let a man get close to her is tested. Pretty soon Amy is fully enmeshed in her hometown. So much so that when a crooked preacher threatens to defraud the people of Haverhill, Amy is determined to stop him.

Once again loss, love, and a longing to find her place, has Amy questioning everything. Is she sure about the career she’s chosen? Can she find a place for herself in the town where so many people bore witness to her worst mistake? And most of all can she learn to trust a man again?

Read an excerpt here.

The Flax Spinners’ Guild

A high fantasy Sleeping Beauty retelling

What happens when an entire industry disappears overnight? A social slight, a curse hurled at a princess, a king’s determination to protect his daughter, and all the tools of our trade literally went up in smoke.

We grew the best flax, spun the finest thread, and wove linen as soft as gossamer. The flax spinners and linen weavers of Arras were world renowned. Until our wheels, spindles, and distaffs were confiscated and we were driven from the kingdom.

That was a hundred years ago. We’re collateral damage in the petty squabbles of kings and fairies.