Yes, to write. Get your minds out of the gutter. Music has a special place in my heart. From an elementary school band geek, to an 'All American' Marching Band All-Star at Purdue, music was a fun, creative outlet. And I'll be honest, if Jerry Jones wanted to give the Cowgirls a boost with a professional marching band comprised of middle-aged adults cleaving to their 'this one time in band camp' hay-day... Well, I'd be first in line with my piccolo tucked beneath my arm. But w

“Stop compressions, please.” Habit drew her eyes to the monitor hanging at the foot of the bed. Expecting the worst, she prepped for the flat line that meant death, but there was movement. A quiver. Liv’s heart jumped into her throat. Professional decorum be dammed, Liv bounced on the balls of her feet and pointed at the monitor. “That’s fine v-fib!” She dove to her knees and fumbled through the defibrillator settings. The black cloud hanging over the room cracked with a ray

Chapter 1 It’s not superstition. It’s a known fact. Shit happens in threes. A sterile brightness glared overhead. Controlled chaos buzzed below. The trauma room pulsed with tonal beeps, wailing alarms and hushed, hurried voices. And yet, a calm hung over the half dozen bodies bustling around a stretcher. A forced calm to keep the team from cracking. All too soon, slow, accepting motions replaced swift determination. One by one, nurses in royal blue, medics in green, and the E

In case you're new to the party, I wrote a book. Two if you're really counting. And two-point-seven-five if you're splitting hairs. And as the woman who put her ass in the chair to write, delete, and edit over 300,000 words, I reserve the right to split those hairs. For the last several years I've skirted around the title of 'Author' because it still feels fake. People immediately say, 'Oh my God, I can't wait to read it. Are you published? Where can I get your book?' And I'm