Bond Mason’s roots run deep in the backwoods hamlet of Trespass, Florida. Nestled against the banks of the Suwannee River, the only home she’s ever known holds bittersweet memories of a family long gone. Except one of her ghosts isn’t dead and possessive ex-lover James Kyle wants her back.
U.S. Deputy Marshal Nathan Gates sights are set on capturing fugitive Robert Kyle. Wanted for the cold-blooded murder of a DEA agent, Robert is suspected of being hidden away with his moonshine-brewing, marijuana-growing family of fellow lawbreakers, one of which is his brother, James.
Nathan expected high temperatures when he arrived in Trespass. What he hadn’t counted on is his searing attraction to southern beauty Bond Mason. She winds him around her finger like a tendril of Spanish moss, but his lawman’s intuition tells him she’s hiding secrets too. When he finally convinces her to talk, he’s not prepared for the dark truths she reveals about her hometown.
The Suwannee is deep, but Trespass’s sins run much deeper. For once, Nathan might be in over his head.
River Reckoning takes place in Florida, and as I look outside at the crappy weather in Ontario at the moment, I got to wondering what it would be like in Florida right about now. So Jenny told me!
FLORIDA IN THE WINTER
Thank you to Michelle for hosting me and my new release, River Reckoning.
For the record, I love living in Florida. I’m a born and bred native who has never lived anywhere else. The part of the state I live in, just a little south of the bend, is what I like to call “old Florida”. It’s still very rural, with lots of small towns and even more untouched and unspoiled land. We have tons of natural resources to enjoy. Springs, nature parks, the Gulf Coast, hunting and fishing, and of course, the beautiful Suwannee River.
Now before I start to sound too much like a tourist commercial, let me say that the one thing I envy my northern friends is real seasons. Here in Florida we have two—hot as Hell’s front porch, a/k/a summer, and Fall-ish. We might get a couple of weeks of jacket weather all totaled. Our leaves don’t go through the gorgeous color changes like they do in higher elevations. Most of our foliage is evergreens. If we get any color change at all, it’s a few yellows and drab browns.
If I were to move north, I’d likely freeze to death. My blood is too thin! And forget driving. Once every twenty years or so, we get icy conditions, usually because it rained then the temperatures dropped into the teens. Watching us Floridians drive on ice would be comical if it wasn’t so scary. Lots of folks turn their sprinklers on trees in their yard when we’re about to have freezing temps to create ice sculptures in the yard, plus it also protects the plant, strange as that sounds.
But having said all that, I do love where I live. It’s kind of fun to be able to wear shorts in December a week before Christmas, even if it does still seem weird to someone who should be used to it by now. And there’s always the beach. The sand is so white on some of them you can squint your eyes and pretend its snow.
Enjoy your holidays, everyone. Keep warm and be safe!
I started reading when I was four, thanks to a babysitter who found out the only way to get me to sit still was to put a book in my hand. By the time I entered kindergarten, I’d blown through just about every Little Golden Book ever printed. Ten years later, much to my mother’s dismay, I found her stash of paperback romance novels. She tried to divert me back to something more chaste by buying me Harlequins, but I still snuck copies of her Kathleen Woodiwiss’s and Johanna Lindsey’s when she wasn’t looking. Shanna, The Flame and the Flower, and Fires of Winter will always hold special places in my heart because they introduced me to roguish heroes, headstrong heroines, and the trouble they could get into together.
I live in a swampy little corner of north-central Florida with my family, both the two-legged and four-legged variety. I love to read, run hot and cold in regards to cooking, and I never miss an episode of Justified, Longmire, or Dexter. I guess I like justice in all its various forms.