Molly Michaels would have married Weaver Reed if the stubborn bachelor's proposal hadn't come with so many strings. Like no romance, no love just a temporary family for little Daisy Ann. Molly couldn't resist the chance to calm her baby cravings by cuddling sweet Daisy. But how could she not fall for Mr. Too-Good-To-Be-True?

The SUN rose on romance for me when I was 11 years old and caught my first glimpse of that certain teen hottie on the cover of a Tigerbeat magazine. Practical even then, I realized that my chances of meeting dazzling coverboy were slim, so I wrote my own reality in a series of romantic stories
(I was already dreaming of becoming a published author) that I shared with my best friend. Today, those stories are locked away in a box. The key is lost, thank you God.