Book 1, MAID FOR THE MILLIONAIRE, is the first to be released. Writing this book was one of those best of times, worst of times experiences for me. I adored Cain and Liz, the hero and heroine. It was clear to me from the first meeting over his dirty laundry that they didn’t just have chemistry; they were HOT for each other.

But they’d been married and it hadn’t worked out. And now she was his maid! Talk about a fall from grace! Trying again seemed so, so foolish!

 

But, you know what? Sometimes you just can’t tell chemistry what to do!

I adore a man who simply cannot stay away from a heroine. I love him even more if he’s willing to humble himself to try to figure out what went wrong. Mostly because he wants to get her back into bed. But also because he can’t believe he lost her. Liz is kind, loving, wonderful. So he had to have been the screw up.

But guess what? He wasn’t. It was Liz’s mistake that broke them up.

Every darned time I turned around this book surprised me! Is it any wonder I need a margarita?

I cleaned toilets to get myself in the mood every morning. I’m not kidding. I don’t have a housekeeper, so cleaning toilets isn’t unique for me. But I wanted myself to really smell the chlorine and feel the way Liz would when she’s wearing rubber gloves and holding a toilet brush, running into the man of her dreams!

Something similar happened in MAID FOR THE SINGLE DAD. Ellie meets Mac when she’s finally getting the opportunity to prove herself to her boss (Liz, the heroine from book 1 who is on her honeymoon and who left her maid business in Ellie’s hands)

Poor Ellie is caught between a rock and a hard place. Do her job the way she knows the job is to be done or disappoint a friend of Liz’s new husband. She opts not to disappoint anybody and runs Liz’s business as Mac’s live-in nanny! At first she’s overworked and frazzled but pretty soon she discovers Mac and his kids are the family she’s been looking for ever since she became a foster child when she was just a teenager.

Both books have just enough truth to make the heroines so real you could swear you should blend another batch of margaritas to make sure they get a glass too! Yet both books also have a magic, fun element. I felt and saw the hand of fate moving in these books, working to make sure these two wonderful women snagged the fantastic hunks of their dreams.

So, margarita? Yeah. I could use one. And I swear I’ll let the toilet brush at home.