Lucky is staring at a baby. The baby is crying. Lucky has no idea what happens next, and neither, for the moment, does anybody else.
Lucky is staring at a baby. The baby is crying. Lucky has no idea what happens next, and neither, for the moment, does anybody else.
Presley Thurman wants the promotion. She knows she is the best candidate. Then the colleague competing with her for the job turns up dead, and the police start looking very hard at Presley.
Holland Harbor sits about forty five minutes down the coast from Charleston, and for most of the year it is a town of around twenty thousand people who all know each other's business. Then summer arrives and the population triples, the parking gets impossible, and every restaurant in town starts turning tables until nine at […]
Haley Johnson had a system. Four words in, and anyone who has ever built their life on a system knows exactly what is coming.
In this clean single dad romance this hero hides behind a joke and I'm sure we all know someone like this. Everybody has "that" friend. The friend who walks into a room and the whole mood changes. The one who has a story ready before anyone asks how the week went, who turns a flat […]
Ashley cannot find her shoes and is emptying her backpack onto the floor to prove it. Any parent knows this exact morning. This one ends somewhere none of them expected.
My name is Laina Turner, and I write clean, small town romance with mature characters and cozy mysteries with fun, quirky sleuths and their pets!
