What readers are saying:


​--It pulled me in from the very beginning, and I am still thinking about the plot, the characters and the romance, which together have created a very special story. The author has seamlessly drawn together two different worlds and made it difficult not to care about the protagonists. There is humour, drama, and sizzling attraction.
I highly recommend this book to you.--Ruthe T. (The Wicked Reads Review Team)


​--I read a copy from Net Gallery and I fell in love. I cannot believe it's a debut novel, it was so fantastic. I loved our hero Patrick and heroine, Kelsey, both wonderful characters and very well developed by the author. I loved watching Kelsey as she hesitated about getting to know Patrick and how she eventually started trusting him and getting to know him. I loved Greyson her BFF and hope he gets a story someday...The author really did a great job creating some really lovable characters.--Sharon R.


​--Amazing novel, I can't believe “What It Takes” is the author’s debut novel! I love Kelsey and Patrick, I feel like the author did an amazing job of developing these characters. I could truly feel the chemistry between these two.--Melissa G. 


​--This was by far one of the best books I've read in a long time. It was one of those books that allowed me to be able to pick it up and jump into the story, and get hooked right away. The writing was terrific. I couldn't put the book down.--Kimberly


​--A story filled with both warmth and pain, laughter and tears and the inevitable ups and downs that we all face in our personal relationships, What It Takes is an excellent romantic drama. Highly recommended read!--Bea L.

Fall in love in Rocky Creek with Kelsey and Patrick 


Enjoy a peek into the story:

​​From the top of the steps, Kelsey could hear sounds coming from the television in the living room. She descended quietly until she could see into the room. Patrick was sitting on the floor between the couch and the coffee table, his hair still a little mussed from sleep, wearing a loose, blue t-shirt and a pair of black and blue pajama pants. Next to him sat Zach, still in his pajamas, hair equally untamed. They were eating a bowl of cereal and watching Zach's new favorite cartoon. Kelsey sat on the bottom step, smiling as she watched them eating almost in unison.​

     "So, which one is Phineas?" Patrick asked, pointing to the TV with his spoon.

     "The one with the pointy head," Zach answered.

     "And they're brothers?" Patrick questioned.

     Zach sighed heavily and Kelsey pressed her lips together in amusement. "No, they're step-brothers."

     Patrick nodded and they watched for another minute or two, laughing occasionally, but otherwise silent.

     "So, they do this every day? Where do they get all the parts for these things?" Patrick asked. Kelsey peeked at the television to see which episode it was.

     "They order them," Zach stated, sounding annoyed.

     "But they're kids. How do they pay for it?" Patrick asked and Kelsey tried not to laugh. She knew what Zach was going to say.

     "Money."

     A giggle escaped and Patrick turned to look at her. He beamed brightly as she stood and approached the couch. She leaned over it and whispered, "He doesn't like taking when he's watching TV." Patrick mouthed an apology and turned around. Kelsey looked at the bowls on the coffee table. Patrick's was almost empty, but Zach's was half full of soggy, brown slop.

     "What're you eating?"

     "Breakfast," Zach replied, glancing at her briefly.

     "I know that, but what is it?" Kelsey looked at Patrick.

     "Frosted flakes." He grinned as she raised an eyebrow and tilted her head.

     She examined the bowl again. Something didn't look right. "What did you put on them?" she asked as she slowly stood.

     "Chocolate milk," Zach answered, putting another spoonful into his mouth.

     Kelsey's lip curled in disgust and her stomach lurched as Patrick drank the last of his milk and stood. She folded her arms across her chest and glared at him as he walked around the couch. He stopped in front of her, smiling mischievously, then kissed her temple and continued his walk to the kitchen.

     "Good morning," he said as she followed him.

     "Frosted flakes and chocolate milk?" she asked. "What're you thinking? He'll be bouncing off the walls."

     "Good morning," Patrick repeated, putting his bowl and spoon in the sink then facing her again.

     "Patrick."

​     He smirked, waiting patiently. She was starting to like seeing that smile first thing in the morning.