Finding Forever is Live!

Three sisters, separated at birth, identical down to their DNA. For over thirty years, they lived without knowledge of the each other’s existence until one fateful night changed everything.

Now, a new revelation is testing the bonds of their relationships. Hidden family secrets and broken promises threaten to tear them apart and destroy the family they’ve just begun to build. And it’s not just their relationships with each other on the line.

Can they work past their differences and face these trials together? Or will these three sisters become nothing more than strangers who happen to look alike once again?

Publisher’s Note: The conclusion of the Missing Pieces saga contains mystery, secrets, and a theme of power exchange.

You might have heard by now that I co-wrote a four book series with Stella and Rachel. The Missing Pieces Series is about identical triplets who were separated at birth. I give Teagan, the bad ass, former foster kid turned police detective and Luca, the former Navy Seal team leader, their voices throughout the series.

I had a lot of fun writing these two characters. Their banter back and forth was comical. The real joy however, came from the development of the relationship between the girls. It is my sincere hope that the readers could feel Teagan’s struggles, her hope and her joy in the raging internal conflict that she endured. I hope they fell in love with her as much as I did. Teagan’s book is here:

In book four, Teagan really struggles with her engagement to Luca. The permanency of marriage. The commitment on both partner’s parts. She also fights with the idea of what family and unconditional love look like. One thing she is able to come to grips with right away is her acceptance of her of discipline from her Daddy. Here is a scene I wrote in our NEW RELEASE Finding Forever: Free on KU, $2.99 to buy

Pushing herself off his lap, she stood and walked out of the room. The punishment routine was part of their ritual. Down the hallway, her feet pitter pattering against the cool wood, she turned into the master bedroom. She heard Luca letting the dog out into the backyard, Trident was protective of her; he didn’t appreciate it when Luca spanked her. She removed her clothing, before going into the bathroom. Teagan stared at the woman in the mirror, the strong, brave woman who had endured a beginning full of trauma. The little girl who had lost her mother a mere thirty minutes after her birth and had been separated from her sisters, the one who had overcome adversities and trials, who had risen, pulling herself up by her bootstraps.

The one strong enough to admit that she needed a warrior to tame her, to hold on to her, to keep her from shattering apart by her own hands. It was okay to need another person in her life, to love and lean on someone else. It was okay to be a consenting adult who wanted this dynamic and yearned for the kind of give and take having a Daddy Dominant brought. She wasn’t going to feel guilty about being cherished and disciplined, spoiled and held accountable, loved beyond measure by her own protector just because it wasn’t the normal relationship. No, her needs were different, and that was okay. Her big, bad, former Navy SEAL was coming into the room in a minute to spank the ever-loving daylights out of her behind, and she knew she deserved each and every swat. She craved it, and after two days of not sleeping, she could guarantee, tonight, she would sleep peacefully, because everything would be right in the world again. It would be reset. That’s just how this worked. It was how he worked. How they worked. She was giving herself permission to accept it and to stop running away.

The corner was every bit as humiliating as it ever was—humbling. This time, it was also peaceful. For the first time, Teagan didn’t resent standing there and waiting for him. She didn’t count the cracks in the paint or mentally think about rearranging the furniture. She didn’t make a checklist of paperwork she had to do at work or chores that needed to get done at home or any of the other dozens of things that her brain normally wondered about as she stood there, waiting for her executioner to come into the room and call her to him. No, this time, she thought about Luca.

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