women's fiction

A Cat Living a Dog’s Life

I never meant to adopt two cats instead of one, much less to fall in love with a cat that thinks he's a dog. But sometimes life surprises you. Or, in

When my agent called a few weeks ago to say that an editor at Penguin wanted to buy my new novel, The Wishing Hill, I literally had to lie down.

A few weeks ago, a friend of mine asked if I'd like to participate in his “Books, Authors, and Wine Tasting” event. I had just published my novel

My daughter called me last night to celebrate her news. “I got the job!” she said. “I'm going to be decorating cupcakes!” I cheered. My

I gave myself a book for my birthday this year: my own novel. It's still tough to admit that I'm self-published, despite the fact that

Recently, I was nosing around a local bookstore in search of a perfect Christmas read for my father-in-law. He's a history buff; last year I gave him

My husband gave me a Kindle for my birthday. (Forgive him, O Indie booksellers. He is an engineer who knows not what he does.) At first I

You know that panicky feeling you get when you drop your briefcase or purse and everything spills out in public? That's how I used to feel every day:

In the book world, you can easily spot novels designed to attract women by the body parts and backsides on their covers. Don't believe me? Go