Summer Heat is out now!

Alexandra Haughton (aka the fairy goddess who created the cover for Summer Heat) tweeted: “FEUDING FAMILIES. BASEBALL. HOT TIMES. You want this book!”

And you know what? THIS IS SO PERFECT! Because Summer Heat *is* all of those things. So she’s now my tagline fairy, too!

Oh, and Summer Heat is out! It’s everywhere and the paperback is available too! Grab yourself some Romeo and Juliet style forbidden romance that has a happily ever after instead of that nasty dying stuff Shakespeare had them do his story…

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Can baseball’s bitterest feud become its greatest love story?

A long time ago I fell in love with the wrong man. Wrong because there was no chance we could ever be together. Roman St. James was off limits. Forbidden. The enemy.

Except the Daniels-St. James feud isn’t my feud and it most certainly isn’t Roman’s. He’s nothing like his father. And while the rivalry between our families is one of the most famous in all of baseball, I couldn’t help myself. One smile turned into one date, and one date turned into so much more.

Of course it was a disaster. And now, five years later, I can still barely bring myself to think about what could have been.

Until one night in a locker room changes everything…

*Summer Heat is the fifth book in The Storm Inside series. It is a stand alone, full length romance featuring June Daniels, Eve’s youngest sister, and her forbidden love story with Roman St. James.

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Summer Heat: Chapter 1

Oh hey there. Hi. Remember me? The lady who used to update her blog regularly. Miss me? Yeah, me too. The feeling is most definitely mutual. But good news! I’m back and I have a new book! Summer Heat is out Monday, April 10th! It is book 5 in The Storm Inside series and it brings us the second chance love story of June Daniels, Eve’s youngest sister. And since I abandoned you for so long, I’ve included the entire first chapter for you to check out! And check out this cover designed by Romanced by the Cover! Holy hotness! Happy reading!

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Can baseball’s bitterest feud become its greatest love story?

A long time ago I fell in love with the wrong man. Wrong because there was no chance we could ever be together. Roman St. James was off limits. Forbidden. The enemy.

Except the Daniels-St. James feud isn’t my feud and it most certainly isn’t Roman’s. He’s nothing like his father. And while the rivalry between our families is one of the most famous in all of baseball, I couldn’t help myself. One smile turned into one date, and one date turned into so much more.

Of course it was a disaster. And now, five years later, I can still barely bring myself to think about what could have been.
Until one night in a locker room changes everything…

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CHAPTER ONE

I pushed the heavy metal door open and stepped into the visiting team’s locker room at Tropicana Stadium.

“Hello? Did someone call for a trainer?” It was unusual, to say the least, to get a call asking for medical help for the opposing team, but then again, this wasn’t a game day and no one should be in either locker room. Visions of horror movies filled my head as I tentatively stepped further inside.

“In here,” a familiar voice called. A very familiar voice. Too familiar.

No . . . he couldn’t possibly—

I stopped short at the sight of Roman St. James standing beside his best friend Wes Allen. Wes was laid out on a bench with his foot propped up and he was very clearly in pain. I averted my eyes before Roman looked up because no. Just no. There was absolutely no way I could look that man in the eyes.

“What have we here?” I asked, dropping my bag on the ground and immediately looking over the hurt foot.

“I think I sprained it?” Wes’s voice rose an octave in question.

“I want to be sure it’s only a sprain before he moves,” Roman explained. “I know this isn’t exactly normal but I didn’t know who else to call on such short notice.”

Had Roman asked for me specifically? Was that why I’d been sent instead of someone else when the call came in?

“Of course,” I murmured, running my finger over the swollen flesh.

“That is, if it’s legal? I’m sure it’s not insurable and it is most definitely not kosher to look over someone from another team.”

I snorted at Roman’s logic. “I’m almost positive this isn’t illegal. We’re not at war, just on different teams.” Except Roman and I were very much at war, just not over this. Enemy combatants in a fight neither of us chose.

He rocked back on his heels and from the corner of my eye I could see that he was wearing a grey suit. He looked wonderful, actually, not that I noticed. Nope. I didn’t notice the way his shoulders filled out the jacket or how his stubble was perfectly trimmed to look sexy and rough at the same time. I definitely didn’t notice the way the air crackled between us.

Not one little bit.

Denial was the only way I was getting through this.

“Still, it’s very generous of the Rays to lend us your talents,” Roman murmured.

Wes gave him a funny look. “You’re acting weird.”

Roman shrugged. “Whatever. Is it broken?”

I shook my head. “Definitely not broken.”

They both sighed with relief.

Yes, it would most definitely be a problem to have the Jacksonville Waves star catcher out with a broken ankle. But why was the Waves catcher in the Tampa Bay Rays locker room?

My locker room.

“Thank God,” Wes mumbled, lying back on the bench. He was in uniform but not dirty. “I’m an idiot. You’re supposed to stop me from doing idiotic things, Roman.”

“What did you do?” I chuckled as I pulled out an emergency cold pack and a wrap.

Roman grinned and cocked his thumb over at Wes. “Knucklehead here is a romantic. He was making a video for his girlfriend when he tripped over second base.”

“Oh, the dirty jokes I could make about that one,” I giggled as I pressed the cold pack to his ankle.

Wes groaned. At six-foot-three he was a tall and truly talented catcher for the Waves. Catchers tended to be shorter but Wes made it work. I’d watched his transformation first hand in college, putting all the naysayers to shame. I was in no way surprised that he’d not only made it to the majors, but was quickly becoming the most famous catcher in the game.

“Please don’t, I feel dumb enough as it is . . . ”

“How long have you been together?” I’d almost stopped noticing exactly how close Roman was standing beside me.

Almost.

“That’s the really ridiculous part,” Roman scoffed. “Two weeks.”

Wes covered his face. “Stop making fun of me! I love, love. What’s so wrong with that?”

My heart kicked up a little bit because there was nothing wrong with a massive dirty blond ballplayer who also happened to be terribly romantic.

Roman groaned. “The problem is that you fall in love with everyone, Wes. You might want to reserve grand gestures that get your ass on the disabled list for the one.”

“She’s out there,” he grumbled.

“How do you know it isn’t this one?” I asked. I’d moved on to wrapping the ankle and ignoring the heat my body suddenly seemed to be generating simply by being in the same room with a man I desperately wanted but could never, ever have.

“Because ‘Annie’s’ gonna dump his ass the minute she sees the ankle,” Roman said.

I frowned at Roman’s subtle reference to baseball groupies. “She’s a cleat chaser?”

They both nodded. I was not a fan of the baseball groupies, or “Annies”, as our fathers called them—women who bounced from player to player for fame and financial reasons—but it was a relationship that worked for the individuals involved. The players got beautiful arm candy that stroked their egos while the women got the favors of fame. I didn’t want to know what technically happened between the sheets, but I could imagine it was more mechanical and less romantic. I didn’t begrudge anyone who chose that life if that was what they wanted. But it wasn’t me. I wanted fireworks. I wanted devotion, loyalty, and passion the likes of which I’d only seen in a few very special couples. Anything less was unacceptable.

And I’d thought I’d had it once. For six glorious weeks Roman St. James had been my world. He was fire and excitement and he had eyes only for me . . . until reality set it.

I swallowed down the lump in my throat. “You’re tall and you have weak ankles Wes, you always have. You need to be more careful.”

The room went silent and when I looked up Wes was staring at me. “How do you know I have weak ankles?”

Shit. I froze, realizing my colossal mistake. “Uh . . . ”

“Do you not know who this is?” Roman stepped in. My heart took off in a panic. What was he going to say? He wasn’t going to tell Wes, was he? “This is June Daniels.”

I held his gaze and watched as Wes tried to place me. “Papa Joe Daniels daughter?”

I nodded, hoping that the knowledge I grew up in the game was enough to satisfy Wes’s curiosity. “And,” I added, “I know ballplayers.” My father had been a famous third baseman for the Twins. I was raised in the world of baseball, just as Roman was. It was, quite literally, in my blood and the reason I’d chosen a career as an athletic trainer. It perfectly blended my two favorite things: medicine and baseball.

Wes arched a skeptical eyebrow. “You’re telling me Roman St. James intentionally called the daughter of his father’s mortal enemy to fix me up? What the hell is going on here?”

I finished wrapping the ankle and stuffed my gear back into my bag like it was on fire. I needed out of there fast.

Roman shifted back and forth on his feet. “We all went to college together, Wes. She was one of our trainers at The University of Florida.”

I sighed heavily and for the first time, locked eyes with the man I had avoided for five long years. Roman was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen and nothing had changed in that department. His skin was permanently tan from years on the field and his eyes . . . oh his eyes. They were what did me in. He had these deep brown eyes that had a way of showing everything he was feeling. They could see inside me and strip me bare.

But that wasn’t why I’d fallen for him. I’d watched Roman for a long time before anything happened and yeah, his eyes were expressive, but the only time they ever looked like that was when he was looking at me. Believe me, I’d studied that look for months after we parted ways, hoping to see him turn that gaze on another woman so I could officially hate him with every fiber of my being. But he didn’t. Not once.

Not until now.

I felt the world fall away as he searched my eyes with the softest expression. I saw regret and hope mixed together in an older and far more mature version of the man I’d once loved.

He’d been a brilliant third baseman and had a body that went with it. Six-foot-one with a strong right arm that could throw bullets across the infield with laser precision. He would have been great. Maybe one of the greatest.

“I don’t remember you and I’m pretty sure I’d remember a Daniels,” Wes said, but I barely heard him. I was trapped in Roman’s gaze. Frozen where I stood. How was it possible to feel just as strongly all these years later? It was as if no time had passed. We were still twenty-one and spending the longest, sexiest weekend of our lives alone together in a hotel room. His look turned me on every single time. How could it not? When he looked at me I was the only woman who existed. I could see and feel his need for me in that gaze.

And when he touched me? Oh yes. When his hands grazed across my skin it was fire and electricity, but deeper than that. His touch always sank inside until all I could feel was him.

I cleared my throat, trying to find my voice. “I kept away from Roman and his friends. It was best for everyone,” I finally murmured. “I should go.”

Panic flared in Roman’s eyes.

I ignored it and reached for my bag. I caught Wes’s wide eyes as I stood up. He glanced back and forth between us, jaw slack, putting together pieces he really should leave apart.

“Oh. My. God,” he finally whispered. “It’s her! She’s the one.”

My heart stopped beating. The one. As much as I wanted it to be true, I’d never allowed myself to believe Roman felt as strongly toward me as I’d felt toward him. He couldn’t. Not if he’d let me walk away.

“I should go,” I repeated and bolted for the door. Behind me I heard Wes’s voice rise up to almost a shout.

June Daniels was the secret woman that had you so fucked up? I can’t even wrap my brain around this.”

There was silence just before I heard a growl. And then as the locker room door swung shut, “Never speak about her that way ever again.”

The venom in his voice…it was intense. For me? Or for the secret we shared? If his father ever found out we’d had a relationship—

“June, wait!” Roman called out, his voice echoing off the white cinderblock walls.

I rushed forward hoping he wouldn’t see me as I rounded the corner. If I could just get back to my office I’d be safe. What could he possibly say in front of my coworkers?

But then a strong hand wrapped around my bicep and gently pulled me to a stop. “Please, June. Just let me explain.”

The warmth of his palm seared into my skin like a brand. It took my breath away. “Explain what?” I sneered, sounding much angrier than I intended. I didn’t want him to hear just how much he was affecting me, whether it was positive or negative.

“Everything.”

I screwed my eyes shut and silently counted to ten. “Everything? Like, why you’re here at my place of work in a suit, or something a bit older, like why you never apologized after our last conversation?”

His dark eyes locked onto mine. “Everything,” he repeated again, this time as a whisper. Then he seemed to remember himself and cleared his throat. “I’m here right now because we’re in negotiations for a trade to the Rays. Wes cannot afford to get hurt.”

I studied Roman—this time with intention. The suit looked good on him, so did the way his jaw ticked with frustration. Why did he have to look so appealing even when I wanted to hate him?

And then it hit me. “You’re an agent now?”

He nodded. “I am. I’m Wes’s agent. When I called Marie looking for a suggestion on who to take Wes to she suggested you.” He shrugged. “How could I say no to that?”

My jaw fell open as more pieces fell together. “Wait . . . you work for Marie?” Marie Hamilton was a very close friend of the family and one of my oldest sister’s best friends. She was CEO of Bancroft Sports, her family’s company, and, apparently, Roman’s boss?

He nodded.

“Since when?” Did Eve know about this? Or had Marie kept it a secret from all of us? Why would she ever hire a St. James when her best friends were all Daniels? It didn’t make a lick of sense.

“Six months. Marie just brought me down, partially to work this deal for Wes.” He kept searching my face, looking for some clue as to my reaction, no doubt.

And at this point I was so shocked that I had no idea what kind of expression I had on my face or what he was able to read in my responses. What I did know was that I needed to escape. An overwhelming need to flee had taken over my entire body.

“If Wes takes it easy he should be good as new next week.” I turned to leave, but he stopped me again, and damn it all, I loved the feeling of his large hand on my arm. It was familiar and unleashed a longing deep inside my chest.

“Wait.” He yanked his hand away as if he’d been burned, then ran it through his dark hair. “Thank you for this.”

I nodded, not trusting myself to look into his eyes again. “Of course. This is what I do.”

“And I hear you do it very, very well.” There was deep admiration in his voice that made my pride swell in ways that it really shouldn’t.

“Marie is biased. She thinks of me as a sister.”

“That’s not where I heard about you.”

For some reason, that admission took my breath away. “Are you checking into me?”

He didn’t say anything. Instead he slid both his hands onto my arms and turned me to face him. And I let him, mostly because I seemed to have lost all feeling in my limbs or ability to string together thoughts that didn’t involve the way my pulse pounded in my veins or the way the air around us seemed to be alive.

I didn’t dare look up into his eyes again. I knew if I did I wouldn’t be able to look away, so instead I stared at his throat where his collar and tie pushed up against his Adam’s apple.

And that didn’t help at all, because all it did was remind me how much I loved the way his body moved—always so fluidly together—from his eyes to his jaw, all the way down his strong shoulders to his trim waist, and over his muscular thighs.

I sucked in a little breath and held it.

Did he feel this? Was his body humming with need and recognition like mine? Was his mind spinning faster than he could form thoughts?

“June,” he whispered, and I knew right then by the strangled way it came out that he was absolutely as affected as I was. “Please look at me.” His fingers tightened on my arms. “I’ve never stopped thinking about you.”

I looked up and the need in his eyes slammed into me like a wave. “Five years.” I tossed out the time it had been since we’d last spoken like a shield.

I’m sorry. I’ve owed you those two words for so long.”

And I’d waited to hear them, but it wasn’t enough. It felt . . . incomplete. “You’re sorry?”

“Yes. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the things I said but I’m even sorrier that I was so fucking stupid.”

“You weren’t stupid,” I bit out. An uncontrollable anger roared back to the surface. I’d fantasized a million different ways to make him hurt the way he’d hurt me. He’d gotten that satisfaction—seeing the pain in my eyes—right before I walked away. I hoped leaving him had hurt him but I didn’t know for sure and I certainly never got to see it. “You were weak.

He flinched, and for a moment the satisfaction was everything I needed . . . until it wasn’t. He blinked several times and took a careful breath. “Well, that is something very different.”

I’d hurt him, just like I wanted, and instead of feeling relief or triumph or even closure, all I felt was wrong.

He cleared his throat and let his hands drop away from me. “I was stupid but you’re right, I was also weak.” He struggled to get that last word out. “I was stupid to waste the best thing that ever happened to me. I was even stupider for just standing there when you left. But you’re right, I was also weak.”

The two inches that separated us felt more like a mile of open black space that I was about to tip forward into and free fall to my own death. I knew Roman was a bad idea from the moment I felt the first pull of lust, but I’d ignored it. What was wrong with a little mental fantasizing about a hot ballplayer? But then we’d gotten stuck together in a dugout during a rainstorm. Alone. While he was on one of the most painful phone calls I’d ever had to listen to.

George St. James, Roman’s father, was an asshole. Girls have stage moms: the intense ladies who make their daughters act and enter beauty pageants to fulfill some sort of lost fantasy of their childhood, but boys had something similar: sports dads. And a sports dad who happened to be a Hall of Famer and had a superiority complex? George was the worst. He’d pushed Roman so hard and on that particular day I’d seen a young man defeated.

But then he’d put the phone away and steeled himself. And a minute later he’d asked me about my classes with genuine interest. No hate. No vendetta. Just genuine interest. He didn’t care about the feud any more than I did.

I started to fall for him right then and there. It wasn’t immediate. Ours was more of a long, slow, pleasurable slide into oblivion. But, as it turned out, the end wasn’t a soft landing. It was a painful kick in the ass.

“I should get back to work,” I murmured, reaching behind me for the wall.

“Can I buy you coffee?” He blurted it out so loud it echoed off the walls.

“No.”

“Please?”

I let out a frustrated sigh. “Why? Why would I do that, Roman?”

“Because we’re more than a failed affair.”

That was putting it mildly. “Whatever we were doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Yes it does.”

I didn’t understand why he was being so stubborn. Now. In the bowels of Tropicana Stadium. He could have written me an email or found me anytime in the last five years to apologize, but he didn’t.

“Why, Roman? Why now after all this time?”

“Have coffee with me and I’ll explain.”

“Explain now and then we can talk about coffee.”

He groaned and ran his hand over his face. “This isn’t going the way I hoped.”

“And what way is that?” Had he expected me to be pliant? To fall into his arms and let him kiss me?

“Well for one I didn’t think I’d spend more time concentrating on keeping my distance than actually saying what I need to say.” He threw his hands onto his hips and glared at me.

“I don’t understand what that means. Keeping your distance?

“It means,” he growled, “that you keep licking your lips and breathing heavy and looking at me with those big fucking blue eyes that you know make me forget everything, and all I want to do is kiss you so hard you forget the last six years. Forget everything that happened between us before so I could meet you right now, for the first time.”

Oh. Well then . . .

He stepped into me before I could form a reply and ran a hand along my cheek. I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch before I could stop myself—it was instinct when it came to Roman.

“June . . . ” he whispered. His words reached inside me to places I’d closed off long, long ago. I couldn’t breathe. How was this possible? I’d had many fantasies about Roman over the years, but never this. Not even close.

“What about the feud?” I whispered. Even if I was open to the idea of a relationship with the man who had completely broken my heart, it didn’t change the fact that our families hated each other.

“Fuck the feud. It’s not our fight.”

But it was. Family loyalty meant a lot to me. He knew that. “I can’t do that.”

Pain flickered in the dark brown of his eyes. “Then I’ll just have to prove it to you. The feud is in the past and you will fall back in love with me. There is no other woman on this earth for me and I know there is no other man for you.”

I hated that he was right almost as much as I loved hearing how he felt about me.

I took his hands and gingerly removed them from my body. Each movement hurt on a deep molecular level. I wanted Roman. I wanted him desperately. But I couldn’t have him. Not with the feud and not with what had happened between us. Attraction was wonderful and maybe there’d been a shot at love for us once upon a time, but those days were long gone. The reality was that we could never be together. Not in any healthy, sane way.

He looked absolutely tortured by the way I pushed him back, but I knew it was what I had to do. “Goodbye, Roman.” I turned and walked away, my footsteps echoing with each step I took like some sort of doomsday clock.

“You’ve got that wrong, June,” he called. When I looked back he was standing exactly where I’d left him, his head down and his hands thrust into his pockets. “This isn’t goodbye. This was hello.”

I shook my head. “What does that even mean?”

He looked up, a huge grin on his handsome face and a gorgeous light in his eyes. “It means this was the beginning of something brand new.”

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Sinful Sunday Flash Fiction: Mistletoe

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Want some sexy flash fiction? AND a glimpse at Adam and Elizabeth? Lucky for you, the lovely Shari Slade and Rebecca Grace Allen have teamed up for another round of #SinfulSundayFlashFiction! This week’s theme is mistletoe. (Yes I’m a day late. Just ignore that fact and enjoy reading!)

 
Warmth rushed through my veins, spreading like wildfire until my scalp tingled with anticipation of his touch. He was here—behind me, but not touching me—and the dichotomy of having him so close but still so far away almost brought me to my knees right then and there. Under the mistletoe of all places.
 
I would happily sink to the floor and pleasure him in front of all these people if it meant finally touching after so long, but I didn’t move. Hell, I didn’t breathe. Instead I simply waited, knowing that my patience would be rewarded.
 
“Elizabeth.” He whispered my name against the shell of my ear as he wrapped his large, warm hand around my hip, splaying his fingers across my belly.
 
My head spun but his hand was like an anchor holding me down as my body threatened to fly apart. I sank backward into him, melding our bodies together. “Adam.” Busy careers and a love that was still far too young, had kept us apart when the only place we belonged was together.
 
He rested his forehead against the top of my head and drew in a shaky breath. “Merry Christmas, Gorgeous.”
 
I spun in his arms and kissed him hard and fast—needing to pull him inside me even if only for a moment. Over the last few days, as I waited for this moment, I’d begun to wonder if Adam was as absolutely desperate to see me as I was to see him.
 
Those doubts had just vanished in a Disney-worthy poof of magical smoke. The strangled way he’d said “Merry Christmas”—as if he was too busy feeling and words were a forced form of communication—and “Gorgeous” was more strangled plea for relief than his name for me. Adam was every bit as overwhelmed as I was and it was the most beautiful thing.
 
Well, until he sank his fingers into my hair and growled, “Whose brilliant idea was it to go to this party?” His eyes were filled with raw need. A desperation that could only be fulfilled with hours alone together in a bed.
 
“I believe it was yours.”
 
“I’m an idiot.”
 
I smiled. “You finally went too far.”
 
His fingers flexed and he dipped down to steal another, dirtier kiss. “Too far?”
 
I nodded, panting. “You like the tease. The anticipation. The pain of denial.”
 
“The reward is usually worth it.” He closed his eyes and I knew he was calculating how quickly we could slip back to his garage apartment, have a proper greeting, and return to his parent’s party.
 
“The reward is always worth it.” Memories of orgasms achieved after moments just like this flooded my mind and suddenly my skin was flushing and my cheeks burning. “I think we’ve earned a few minutes alone.”
 
“Yeah?” He wasted no time grabbing my hands and yanked me toward the door. “Then let’s get moving!”
 
“Adam!” I laughed as we started down the stairs. “We can’t go to the apartment.” There were secrets waiting there.
 
He paused, realization flashing through his eyes. Then he grinned. “To the secret passage instead.”
 

500 words.
Adam and Elizabeth are the foundational characters of the TEASE series. Now is a great time to start reading since the book is free at all retailers

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A love story for the ages…

That’s what we all want, isn’t it? A love so deep and so strong it can conquer all and withstand even the darkest of nights?

For me this wasn’t just daydreaming about a fairytale romance. If I was ever going to love someone he needed to be a fighter. No one else could endure the secrets that surround my family or survive the sacrifices that would be required to escape them. An ordinary love and an ordinary man simply wouldn’t do.

Enter: Darcy Higgins. My brother’s best friend. We’ve spent our lives slamming into each other and breaking apart. We’re all bad decisions and terrible timing, but I’ve loved him from the moment we met and he’s fought for me over and over again. We have a love that defies reason. A love that will, I hope, survive the mountain of secrets and lies that stand in our way.

This isn’t any love story.

This is my love story. And it is most definitely one for the ages.


Writing this book was a labor of love and I hope you enjoy getting a chance to see what really happened between Nicki and Higgins from Tempt. I need a good stiff drink and few days off. My next book is going to be one dirty sexy romp of a good time. Stay tuned for details!

Love: an Adam & Elizabeth Short Story

Hello from Florida! If you’re a subscriber to my newsletter then you are one of the lucky ones who got to read Love: an Adam & Elizabeth Short Story last week! I’m posting it here today for my website readers to enjoy as well.

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Big news! You asked, I answered. After an overwhelming (you guys are seriously awesome!) number of requests, I’ve decided to write another book for Adam and Elizabeth. It will most likely be a novella about the time after Tease and before they get married. I don’t know what it’s called, what the cover will be, or what date it will be released, but I’m hoping to have it out in time for Christmas.

This will be the first of several new stories about Adam and Elizabeth, as well as Theo and Allison, and any other couples who want to have more stories told. I will continue to write new couples as well. Already on the docket is Lily (Elizabeth’s little sister) in 7 Dirty Lies, and Margaret in Hooked Up, both coming in 2017! I’m so excited to write you guys more books in the Tease Series and I absolutely love hearing from all of you here on the website, on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram! Please keep stopping by and saying hi! ❤

Now, find out what Adam and Elizabeth have been up to in Love: an Adam & Elizabeth Short Story.

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The Governess Was Wicked by Julia Kelly!

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Hello lovely readers! I hope September is treating everyone well. It’s certainly been fantastic for Julia Kelly. Monday her new series from Pocket Star debuted on retailers everywhere! You all know Julia from First Draught and because she’s one of my favorite people. Get to know more about Julia in this short interview I did with her the other day. I ask her about her book, whether she’d prefer Thor or Loki, and her Facebook group: Really Old Frocks. If you love corsets, bustles, and fashion, you have to check it out on Facebook or Instagram! Then scroll down to enter the Rafflecopter (I have promised Julia whatever she wants from me, so be sure to enter!)

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The Governess Was Wicked

Elizabeth Porter is quite happy with her position as the governess for two sneaky-yet- sweet girls when she notices that they have a penchant for falling ill and needing the doctor. As the visits from the dashing and handsome Doctor Edward Fellows become more frequent, Elizabeth quickly sees through the lovesick girls’ ruse. Yet even Elizabeth can’t help but notice Edward’s bewitching bedside manner even as she tries to convince herself that someone of her station would not make a suitable wife for a doctor. But one little kiss won’t hurt…


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Julia Kelly is the award-winning author of sexy historical and contemporary romances about smart women and the men who love them. She picked up her first romance novel and the bad habit of reading well past her bedtime when she was thirteen. Years later, she decided to try writing books of her own and never looked back.

By day, Julia is an Emmy-nominated journalist in New York City where she chases breaking news and bosses reporters around. She never met a pair of stilettos she didn’t love and still stays up too late reading.

 


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Labor Day Weekend Sale!

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Whether you’re hunkered down with Hurricane Hermine or getting ready for a holiday weekend, I’ve got a sale for you! One Week in Wyoming is officially retiring next week. You can still grab Undressing Cara (my story in the anthology) separately, but this will be the last time you can grab all four stories told in their original interconnecting order. And for only 99 pennies!

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Cara and Eli were so much fun to write because they’d both had long distance crushes on each other for years, but never met. In One Week in Wyoming they are finally in the same place at the same time. The only problem is that Cara’s already lived out her fantasy version of Eli on the page, writing him as her most famous hero.

She wrote their love story before they even met.

You’ll have to read the book to find out what happens with the billionaire bad boy of Seattle!

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14 Free Steamy Romances!

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Grab the 14 steamy romances for free! That’s right: 14 free books filled with steamy romance! Happy reading!
Tease by Alexis Anne

The Wedding Week by Julia Kelly

Protecting His Heart by Dana Volney

Personal Geography by Tamsen Parker

Sass by Laramie Briscoe

Anywhere with You by Heatherly Bell

Tease by Tracy Reed

Dissident by Cecilia London

King Takes Queen by Monica Corwin

Stockholm Diaries, Caroline by Rebecca Hunter

Welcome to Cypress Corners by JoMarie DeGioia

Last Call by Jen Doyle

Wrecked (Studs in Spurs) by Cat Johnson

A Good Game by D. D. Shaw

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Surprise! 5 Dirty Sins is Here!

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It’s kind of a surprise release day since I didn’t really tell anyone it was coming. Yes, if you were digging around you probably knew 5 Dirty Sins was dropping today, but most of the world did not!

I suffered some wicked writer’s block while writing this story. I had to get pretty mean and dirty to force this story out of my head. But it’s here and I’m so excited for you all to meet Logan and Nora!

Since there was no build up to today’s release you probably don’t know anything about the book other than the fact that it’s the fifth book in the Tease Universe. So I’m going to drop all the buy links right here, then if you scroll down, I’ll give you a quick rundown on the who/what/where/when/why of 5 Dirty Sins!

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Who: Nora Ford / Madeline Faints

Yes, you read that right! Our heroine is living a double (okay, triple) life! You have no idea how hard this was to write so it made sense! Nora is a quiet, introverted, socially awkward musical phenom.

Six years ago a deadly stalker forced her to run in order to save her life (and the life of her parents.) But she couldn’t leave music behind. It wasn’t just in her blood, it was everything. So she created Madeline Faints, a singer who only appears in disguise:

I never appeared in public without my face disguised and while it might seem contradictory to hide as a celebrity, it was actually perfect. Celebrities never looked like themselves, they were always surrounded by security, and I could act as eccentrically as I needed to.

But the bright lights and fear of being discovered have worn thin. Madeline wants a real life with roots, friends, and a future. That’s when she moves into a quaint little cottage in Calhoun Beach. Right next door to our hero!

Who #2: Logan Phillips

He only has the one name, but he does have a past he doesn’t talk about.

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I busied myself with the coffee hoping that this time around I’d be able to form complete sentences and act remotely normal. I dumped the already ground coffee into the basket, filled the reservoir with water, and hit the button, all without a word or a glance back at Logan.

And he hadn’t said anything either. It wasn’t until I turned around and found him very obviously appreciating my ass that I realized why.

I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes. “Excuse me?”

His eyes flicked up to mine and he shrugged.

Shrugged!

“Just returning the thorough eye-fucking you gave me earlier.”

My jaw fell open. “The—I—no!” My voice was pretty much a squeak at the end.

“Oh yes you did,” he chuckled, eyes still locked on mine. “And I enjoyed it. You can look me up and down anytime, Nora.”

Logan is a prankster. He’s fun, funny, and even more fun to write! Plus he has this adorable sweet side which makes it that much more intense when he turns on the hot bodyguard half of his personality in order to protect Nora and the future he wants to have with her.

(You might remember Logan from the last chapter of Burn. He grew up in NYC with Adam Callaway and learned to cook from Adam’s mother! He also used to play rugby with Michael Sutherland when they both lived in New York.)

What: Seth Lloyd

Seth is the man that drove Nora away from her family. He’s the threat that’s constantly on the horizon.

Where: Calhoun Beach, South Carolina

I was so happy to head back to Calhoun Beach for another installment. This time around we’ve added a whole cast of new characters and a new location! “Grounds For Thought: a place for introverts and insomniacs” is a coffee/record/book store owned and operated by Nora’s best friend Molly.

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When: 6 Years After Nora Left Home

The story picks up after six years on the run. Nora is about to start a nice, quiet life in Calhoun Beach. She just needs to get through the last six months of Madeline Faint’s final tour.

Why: Loneliness

Nora hasn’t put down roots or had a friend in six years. She’s tired and lonely. All she wants is to write music and live her life. She’s set herself up to disappear into the quiet town of Calhoun Beach. Lucky for her, she’s moved in next door to the hot surfing yogi pastry chef with a silly streak as wide as his loyalty runs deep. (I think that made sense?)

How: Logan

You have to read the book to find out what happens, but suffice it to say, Logan plays a critical role in helping Nora put her past to rest and start a new life in Calhoun Beach!

Cue the sexy times! (and happy reading!)

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Weird stuff:

There are two different book covers for 5 Dirty Sins! I’ve gotten some push back from the retailers about how sexy my book covers are, so I decided to test a non-racy cover at iBooks. Below you can look at both versions. Feel free to let me know which one you prefer and why! I will always stick with whatever my readers want most!

Half Off Tease and Storm Inside Series!

Huge 50% Off Sale at Kobo!

Get the entire Tease and The Storm Inside series (including the box sets) for half price!

All my books are half price at Kobo on the following dates:

US: June 22-27

Canada, Australia, New Zealand: June 25-27

Use code: 50JUN at checkout to receive the discount! It is an unlimited discount!

Here’s a link to my book list at Kobo!

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*This sale is sponsored by Kobo so I don’t take a hit on royalties and you won’t find a discount like this anywhere else!

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Not familiar with Kobo? They’re kind of the Canadian version of the Kindle, but you don’t have to be Canadian to use and love them! They have quickly become my favorite place to buy ebooks! I read them on my iPad using the Kobo app.

They run sales, a points system, and exclusive discounts you can’t find anywhere else, plus they really, really love their readers and their writers. I absolutely love working with Kobo. And if you’re looking for a new ereader, check out their waterproof version! Easy bath or pool time reading? Yes please!

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