To Get Me To You

A perfect small town read that will appeal to fans of Candis Terry's Sweet, Texas, Brenda Novak's Whiskey Creek, Jill Shalvis' Lucky Harbor, and Marie Force's Gansett Island.

Just a city girl, living in a lonely world
Displaced Steel Magnolia Norah Burke doesn't know the meaning of failure. But when she threatens to blow the whistle on some shady business practices at her Chicago marketing firm, she gets fired fast as all get out. Licking her wounds, she heads back below the Mason-Dixon for a little home-grown Southern comfort.

Just a small town boy
With his iron-clad Mississippi roots, Councilman Cam Crawford is a man who values tradition, preservation, and the love of a good dog. When a big box warehouse store tries to capitalize on his hometown's economic downturn, it seriously burns his biscuit. He's not about to let anyone's ambition destroy what he holds dear.

A David vs. Goliath story with a side of grits.
This unlikely pair just might be the perfect allies--in war and out. But as the battle to stop GrandGoods heats up and sparks of attraction turn to something more, will Norah's bigger-picture perspective go with Cam's "keep it as it is" attitude? Are they meant to be like biscuits and gravy? Or are they just as wrong as un-sweet tea?

Books in the Wishful Series:
Once Upon A Coffee (short story)
To Get Me To You (novel)
Be Careful, It's My Heart (novella)

Excerpt:

"Let's step outside for some air," he said. There were things he wanted--needed--to give voice to, and the middle of a crowded dance floor wasn't the place.

She nodded once and let him guide her by way of a hand at the small of her back toward the back door. By grace of the frigid temperatures, the porch designated for outdoor dining and smoking was empty. Norah went straight to the railing and leaned against it, lifting her face to the sky. Cam resisted the urge to move in behind her, boxing her in, and instead leaned beside her, his arm brushing hers.

"I miss simple." She sighed and tipped her head against his arm. "I miss you."

He hadn't expected the admission and credited lowered inhibitions due to the Three Furies. "You don't have to. I'm not going anywhere. And neither have you, not yet."

"But I will. Not tomorrow. Probably not next week. I don't know when I'm leaving. But I have to start taking control of my life again. If that conversation with my father did anything, it lit a fire under me to finally start facing the long job search. I can't keep putting it off."

He was losing her, back to the life she'd come here to escape. Because he was perilously close to begging, Cam kept his mouth shut, fisting both hands around the railing until the wrought iron began to creak.

She mistook the reason for his silence. "I promise you, I won't go until Wishful is safe. And I don't make promises I can't keep."

He believed her. And cursed himself for wishing more danger on his town, just so she'd stay.

If he said nothing now, if he let her walk away, he'd regret it for the rest of his life.

Cam turned her to face him. "Isn't it worth grabbing whatever happiness we can, while we can?" He could feel the pull between them, always the pull.

Her yearning to give into it was written clearly on her face. But mixed with it was equal parts sadness and resignation. "It isn't about happiness."

"Why the hell not?"

"Because there are bigger things at stake."

"I get that you've got this mission, this purpose. I support that. Hell, I asked you to take it on. But that doesn't mean you can't take something for yourself. Even Wonder Woman had Steve Trevor."

"You're no Steve Trevor."

Before Cam could process the insult of that, she was reaching up, cupping his jaw. "Steve Trevor didn't recognize what was right in front of him. You actually see me."

What Cam saw was a brilliant, beautiful woman with an inexplicably fast hold on his heart and a mule-headed resistance to taking it.