Texas Titans #6
by Cheryl Douglas
Dylan Clark has had his eye on Sabrina ever since she walked in to their bar for the first time. He’s watched her place bets in front of the big screen, hustle guys at the pool tables, smoke cigars, drink whisky, and beat a team of rowdy men at darts. She’s sexy, sassy, and unforgettable. They’ve been friends and lovers, but he won’t be satisfied until he makes her his wife.
Sports agent, Sabrina Mitchell, is in love for the first time… with one of her best friends. But when Dylan accuses her of the ultimate betrayal she doesn’t even try to defend herself. She can’t. He thinks she’s committed an unforgiveable sin, but he’ll be the one begging forgiveness when the truth finally comes out. But will it be too late?
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Fast Break - Novella
When one door closes, another one opens. I closed the door to my business for the last time in 2011, which left me with a decision. What now? Find another location and move my nutrition business, go to work for someone else, or take a chance on my dream? I chose the latter and I’ve never looked back!
I’ve always loved reading and writing, but it wasn’t until I jumped in with both feet and decided writing would be my career, instead of just a hobby, that my muse woke up from her deep slumber.
It was like someone flipped a switch inside my head and stories just came pouring out. At the end of the day, I would often look at the keyboard and wonder, ‘Who the heck wrote that? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure it wasn’t me!’
I don’t write books. I tell stories, or rather, I allow my characters to tell their stories through me. I’m not a plotter, never have been, never will be. Why? Because I have no idea how the story will evolve and it’s not my place to manipulate it. My job is to get to know these characters, figure out what makes them tick, then follow their journey wherever it takes me.
When I’m not writing, I’m daydreaming. Thankfully, I have an understanding husband and son who know I’ll re-join the land of the living just as soon as my muse decides it’s quitting time. I don’t work for myself. I work for her. She’s the boss. And I’m okay with that.