A coincidence is God’s way of staying anonymous.
Buying the 1920s farmhouse south of Phoenix, where the rumors of John Dillinger’s gang hid out in the 30s, is supposed to be Grace Evanheart’s way of escaping an old romance. When she finds an ancient diary with a map under the bedroom’s floorboard, the rumors solidify into fact. She doesn’t know who to trust with the news; Micah Stevens, the handsome deputy and the great grandson of the original landowners with whom she’s attracted, or Jerry, the young historian who seems too intent on learning about her new home?
Micah seems convinced their paths cross exactly at the right time and in the right place for them to fall in love. Now he just has to convince Grace of the same thing before suspicions of his real motive have her running again.
"Debra lives in Southwest Arizona, and has been married to Mike for
36 years. She's the mother of two awesome sons, who married their forever
loves, and she's a grandmother to three beautiful grandchildren with one more
on the way.
Debra wrote her first novella
thirteen years ago just for grins. That brief taste into the world of an author
started an undeniable writing obsession rivaling only her love of chocolate.
She's an award-winning fine artist, and loves traveling with her husband."
Facts about the Author:
1. Readers would be surprised to know
... that I went to 13 different schools growing up. I actually went to 5
different high schools. We moved a lot. This is probably why I’m such an
introvert. So if you see me at a conference or a book signing, say hi. You
don’t know how much that would mean to me.
2. I have always wanted to ... learn to tap dance.
We just saw Riverdance in Tucson. It was awesome!!!
Connect with the Author:
Top Ten List:
1) I have an intense fear of flying, bad enough I need medication to
even walk toward a plane.
2) I have an unreasonable fear of heights. I’m pretty sure this has an
impact on my fear of flying.
3) I’m terribly claustrophobic. That might have something to do with my
fear of flying—maybe.
4) I’m a multiple-award winning fine artist specializing in portraits. I
received a drawing kit for Christmas when I was seven or eight years old, with
a drawing pad, pencils, one of those silly gum erasers, and an awesome book
that had step-by-step examples. I drew a little boy wearing a sombrero, and my
mother used the side of a pencil and shaded it, making it pop off the paper. I
used this memory in one of my books.
5) This little known fact is one that my husband dislikes; I love
bags—handbags, tote bags, and messenger bags with sayings on them. I can’t pass
by a display of bags without Mike grabbing my elbow and hurrying me by them.
The top shelf in my closet is solely for bag and purse storage. I’m pathetic.
It could be worse, I suppose. I might have the same obsession for matching
shoes with each bag.
6) I’m married to a retired cop, who’s brother was a cop/latent
identification expert, and who’s dad was a cop for 34 years, and now we have a
son who’s in law enforcement. I’m never at a loss for experts when writing.
7) I was a volunteer with our local police department for several years.
I rode with willing officers, went on calls with them. On occasion, I even
helped in taking report information and traffic control. They didn’t let me
carry a gun, although I did design their shirt patch.
8) I write a little bit of myself into every story. In Changes of the
Heart, poor Grace deals with my clumsiness. Really! Once, I sprained my ankle
so badly, the doctor told me that it would’ve healed faster if I would’ve
broken it. My foot turned black from my toes up to my knee.
9) Changes of the Heart was a top 3 finalist in the 2014 Marilyn Brown
Unpublished Novel Contest. Marilyn and her husband have set up an endowment at
Utah Valley University to honor superior works of fiction written by literary
artists.
10) I dislike coconut. I mean, really, sincerely, honestly dislike
coconut.
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