Francine Larrabee woke up on the wrong side of the century.
She was fairly certain she went to sleep in her own comfy bed, but she doesn’t quite seem to be there now. Only adding to her problems is that she has no voice, is constantly being glowered at by a large, ominous duke who is obsessed with propriety, and is apparently betrothed to a horrid earl who is determined to ruin her, and any other girls that get in his way.
Jenn has several constants in life that define her: Colorado, Canon, CJ, kids and curls. Born and raised in a household of other people’s children in this beautiful state —very nearly with a camera in hand— she never left. She talked about escaping; but that never happened. She started her own family, got used to the curls, went to college, built a CJ, and started a business, all with a camera in hand. She always had another passion. Storytelling, born from daydreams and nightmares. Her fingers were not as quick as her mind, and no amount of practice got them there. Then her second daughter was born, and her inherent traits kept Jenn pinned to the spot, her only escape the keyboard. Spending her days in parenting chat rooms, she can still type fast with just one hand. She recently finished her first novel— this novel. The problem was, Jenn was born a photographer. The result is this stunning, fully illustrated romance novel.