But it’s not long before her doubts resurface and she’s once again wondering if she fits in Ian’s world. As generous as he is, she hates taking his money, and everyone from her own mother to Ian's friends seems to think less of her for it.
Alone in their little love nest the two of them make sense, but as soon as they let the outside world in, it all starts to fall apart. People are starting to talk, and she doesn’t like what they’re saying. Even worse, she’s starting to believe them.
Isabel began reading romances at the age of fourteen. That's the year her grandmother came to visit, bringing with her a shopping bag filled with (very tame) Harlequin and Silhouette romance novels. Isabel was immediately and forever hooked. What could be better than experiencing all that lust and new love just by reading a book?
In her spare time, Isabel watches British mysteries, plays disc golf (it’s a thing), and religiously re-watches Dirty Dancing. She lives in Connecticut with her conveniently tall, dark, and handsome husband.