The  Serpent’s Coil Time Travel Romance series is complete!

An age-old mystery, a timeless love, and the allure of ancient gold.

From Book 1: Tessa Madigan’s perfect world turns upside down when she finds a cache of old jewelry sealed in the wall of the Balboa Island home left to her by her Uncle Theo. Most of the jewelry matches the description of artifacts stolen from a museum during WWII. The only piece missing is the Cloisonné Brooch. The smart thing would be to report the find to the authorities. However, metallurgist by trade, romantic at heart, Tessa can’t resist trying on a serpent bracelet from the cache. With a warm, almost imperceptible slither from her wrist to her biceps, the serpent tightens and a cloudy veil lifts from a window into the past.

There is a slave girl being sold at auction, a sensual encounter with a powerful Praetorian guard, and her own hands drenched in blood. She rips the bracelet off her arm and vows never to put it on again.

Was it a kooky dream brought on by too much whisky during Friday Night fun with her boyfriend, Phillip? Or does the serpent’s coil have a dangerous, irresistible power? Wrapped in Phillip’s arms, she can believe in the dream. But the moment he leaves, she can’t shake the feeling she was involved in something terrible. Shaken to her core, she can’t help believing Uncle Theo hid the jewelry for a reason. What happened to the Cloisonne Brooch? Is she responsible for someone’s death in the ancient past? She can’t rest until she knows the truth. The Cloisonné Brooch is the first in The Serpent’s Coil Time Travel Romance series.

Looking for a summer beach read? Look no further…

In his eyes, Kara saw exactly what she wanted. And if she weren’t careful, she would forget all the reasons why she shouldn’t have it.
The last thing Kara Winston wants is to celebrate the homecoming of the jerk her father has groomed to take over Winston Pharmaceuticals, a position she has long dreamed for herself. Then an early morning collision with fate on the jetty to Newport Harbor gives her the perfect excuse to skip the event. Thanks to the heroic efforts of a sailor returning to the harbor, her tangle with a rogue wave on the jetty gets her nothing worse than a goose egg on the forehead and a crush on a dreamy stranger. Sneaking past her father behind the cover of a loud Mariachi Band, she manages to ditch the Jerk’s welcome home party on the family’s mega yacht, and instead, spends the night alone in her cabin, dreaming about the handsome hunk on the little motorsailer who plucked her out of the bay. It’s not until she’s called home to an emergency on the family’s horse farm in the Sierra foothills, that she learns her mistake.