(Cherish Cove/Beach Please - Prequel)
Mission: Destroy the man I love.
It’s for his own good.
I love Jordan more than life itself. A cliché but true. For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted nothing more than a life with him. Marriage, family, happily ever after. We both want that. When I learned it’s not to be, I did the only thing possible. I cut him loose to make way for his future. Without me.
I had three months left on my mission in Afghanistan. Then I’d come home and marry my woman. I never expected a Dear John letter from my fiancée. Never in a million years. But with an apology and no explanation for ripping out my heart, she said goodbye. No. No way. Goodbye is the last thing I’ll accept. As soon as I get back to the States, I’ll prove we’re meant for forever.
But when I make it home, my girl is nowhere to be found.
New mission: Find Savannah. Reclaim her love. Never let her go.
Light My Fire
(Cherish Cove/Beach Please - Prequel)
On the way to happily ever after, their world imploded. But sometimes, things aren't as they seem and happily ever after is closer than you think.
Six months ago, Brooke and Asher were supposed to say, “I Do,” but minutes before the wedding, he broke their engagement and walked away. He had a good reason. Giving away her virginity to a stripper from her bachelorette party was hard to get over. She doesn’t remember it, has no idea how it happened but she woke up in bed with a stranger, her fiancé standing over them.
Brokenhearted, neither Brooke nor Asher can move on.
Humiliated, Brooke became a recluse in the house they were supposed to make a home, and Asher moves through life, more zombie than alive. Something has to give. Knowing it’s for the best, Brooke decides to leave the small town where everyone knows her secrets—even the ones she can’t remember. When Asher learns that she intends to move across country to teach in a dangerous area with a terrible reputation, all his resolve evaporates. Brooke is his, and despite what happened, he will keep her…now and forever.
If you’re a fan of over-the-top, somewhat obsessive “Mine Mine Mine” heroes and stories of love so strong you’ll believe that happily ever after exists, this is the perfect book for you. With a lot of steam and a little intrigue, Light My Fire will set you aflame. Light My Fire is a standalone story with an HEA. C’mon…would I lie to you? Never!
(Beach Please - 1)
After graduating college, I’m heading to the one place that gives me peace. The beach—specifically, Cherish Cove on the shore of Lake Michigan. It’s time to regroup, figure out exactly what my future holds, and maybe, get over the one who got away. I’ve missed him every day since my father dragged the family across the country unexpectedly. I never even got the chance to say goodbye. Does that make me the one who got away?
I’ve been in a bad mood for the past five years. Mostly, I hide my anger, and I’ve funneled it into writing my bestselling horror novels. But I just can’t move forward. The only girl I’ve ever loved disappeared. Yes, we were young and a million circumstances kept us from reconnecting, but I can’t help feeling fate dealt me a raw deal. Then that girl walks back through my door…
All bets and plans are off. She’s mine and I’m never letting her go again.
Jingle Belle's Rock
Home for the Holidays 1)
Belle needs a rock and FAST!
Most of the time, I can avoid my Big, Fat, All-American Family, but not at Christmas. And yes, just like the movie of a similar name, they’re all in my face about when I’m tying the knot with a nice, hometown boy. Worse, with all my cousins engaged or married, my mom's intent on setting me up with the perfect man. The problem is, my perfect man is my boss and he’s more interested in my marketing skills than in romance.
I've waited patiently for my Jingle Belle to settle into her job with me. When she tells me about her mom's plan to find her a husband... No, just no. My rock is going on my Jingle Belle's finger, and I'm making her mine, once and for all.
Ex Scrooge Me
Home for the Holidays 2)
There! I said it! I love Christmas, but being stuck in a car for days with Scrooge McScroogington is enough to make even the most holiday-prone woman wish for the doldrums of February. Worse, Eli McSpadden gets under my skin by just…breathing! Have I mentioned he’s my ex who broke up with me on Valentine’s eve last year. Yeah, Mr.-Gorgeous-and-I-Know-It is the one who broke my heart. But I’m over him.
And I hate him.
I’m a stupid jerk.
There! I said it. When my company relocated me with no noticed last winter, I did the one thing I thought was best. I broke up with the girl I love. I told her we both needed to set down roots in our separate cities. The thought of her “rooting” with anyone else eats at me, but what could I do? Her life is at her university; mine is wherever I get sent.
It took three seconds for me to realize I made a huge mistake, and now that I’m back in town and we’re both heading home for the holidays, I’m going to make it right and hopefully not end up in a ditch—physically and emotionally—while I’m trying.
Loving St. Nix
Home for the Holidays 3)
I’m in love with my boss. But I swear the man they call St. Nix would never look at anyone sideways, let alone consider a tryst with his plain, curvy secretary. But when my roommate convinces me to go to the masked Christmas Eve party, things get out-of-hand. Before I know it, I’m waking in Nixon’s bed, and saint or not, there may be hell to pay.
The second I saw her at the party, I knew who she was. But my December has always been shy, so I played along. The thing is, she turned more heads than she knew, and there was no question. I would do anything—ANYTHING—to make sure she was at my side and mine forever. They call me St. Nix, but to tell the truth, I’m anything but saintly. When I get December in my arms… Well, let’s just say: We’ll definitely be making the naughty list.