Author’s Note
My son was born prematurely; he weighed 3 pounds 12 ounces. And at 18 inches long, he looked like a string bean. I spent many weeks with him in the hospital, which is where I began writing this book.
I needed a hero. And I needed to be strong for him, so I created a strong heroine.
Writing about Keelan and Landon took me away from the sterile, white, beeping reality of the hospital and put me into the sultry South, with its sweet-smelling magnolia’s, warm nights and delectable, mouth-watering food.
I enjoyed the escape. I hope you do too.
