When Souls Call to One Another

A young Alaskan bush author inherits a large home and property in California and decides to go see it and enjoy the sunshine as it is negative thirty seven degrees right then. She finds there was a feud between her uncle and the neighbor; a contractor who wants the property. She hires him to clear out the old dilapidated house and junk pile her uncle left her and build her a new one with a lake as she is stuck in her research for her latest mystery story; needing more details on making an artificial lake. Therefore getting a small lake in front of her new vacation home. During that process she finds acceptance with his entire family and the townspeople.

Author Joy Dean lived in the remote bush of Alaska and received a notice of her Uncle's demise and her inheritance of his four bedroom home in California. Being winter, and negative 37 degrees; she decided to check it out and enjoy some California sun. The home was a falling down dump! She hired a local contractor – Ray Wilder who wanted her property – to clean up the mess and build her a home to live in and three to sell plus an artificial lake. She had writer's block and needed to see the lake work to finish her latest murder mystery. The town and the Wilder family hated old man Dean. That man had in his will that Joy could not sell, barter, trade, rent, lease, or give the property to any Wilder. Nor to anyone who would sell it to a Wilder. This infuriated Ray Wilder. Even more when he was cleaning it up for her to live there, instead of selling it to him. Joy was a tall girl and loved the large size of Ray. And flirted with him. Soon they were kissing – Ray taught her how – and falling in love while each reminded themselves the other was off limits and out of reach. But their souls called to each other.

I have been writing since I was 25. I began by redoing some romances I read into a more realistic story. Now I do my own stories. This is my third published book and I have many more to come. I have lived in many towns in Alaska; always, since 1951. I was youngest of a dozen kids and I grew up on a farm in Homer Alaska. Roger was farm raised some as a kid in New York. I have been married 57 years to the wonderful man who pushed me to become published. Therefore my pen name of Jo N Roger. We have three sons and my two stepsons. Nine grandkids and seven great grandkids. And more to come!