Liz Peters hasn’t exactly gotten the happily-ever-after she’s read about in her Jane Austen books. ‘Always a bridesmaid’ is more fitting to the way life has been passing this good girl by. About to go postal from loneliness, she meets a man who doesn’t seem to fit any of her requirements for a book-worthy hero.
Kieran Carter would do just about anything to put a smile on his terminally ill mother’s face. When he meets a woman in the ice cream aisle at the grocery store, Kieran finally has opportunity to do just that. If he needs to lie in order to give his mom a little hope? Not a freakin problem.
It all seems so neat and tidy. An arrangement is struck that benefits them both, but when lines get blurry and the guilt of lying to everyone they love becomes too much, neither Liz or Kieran can tell what’s real and what’s for show. And somewhere in the middle is the last person they ever expected to fall in love with.
Have you read the first two books in the Three Little Words Series? Each book can be read as a standalone.
“An optimistic, fresh voice and smooth writing style.”- Kristan Higgins, New York Times Bestselling AuthorHe needs to open up.
Jake Miller likes his life. It’s simple and quiet. Solitary. He’s taking the last thing his mother truly cared about before she died, the properties she owned, and making them his purpose. His time in the Army hadn’t allowed him to be there for her before, but this is something he can do now. Just him and his dog. Exactly how he wants it. Until her, his first tenant. With her innate openness and blinding smiles, the opposite of everything he thought he could possibly want.
She needs to grow up.
Casey Steadman has less to show for her twenty-nine years than she’d hoped. No white picket fence. No 2.5 kids. And definitely no loving husband. Just a few lukewarm relationships, an exceedingly crappy apartment, and a fabulous shoe collection (and the credit card debt to prove it). Moving into her new place is one big, high heeled step towards a new life. The stable, make-boring-mature-decisions kind of life that she needs to be able to prove to her family that she can live. What she wasn’t planning on was her hotter-than-Hades new landlord.
Sparks are a-flying, and they’re the kind that can only come from a stiletto-loving, dog-hating, budget-repelling, relentlessly optimistic, youngest of five becoming the tenant and next door neighbor to a stoically silent, slightly pessimistic, ‘my only friend is my dog’, only child and former Army Ranger. Casey and Jake are total opposites. But when they come together, it just might be true love.
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By Your Side is a PG-13 humorous contemporary romance with a moderate heat level, and is the first in a series of standalone novels.
For Rachel Hennessy, it’s been an interesting six months. Boyfriend? Cheated on her. Job? She totally just got fired. Starting her own wedding planning business sounds exciting … in theory. In reality, it’s completely terrifying. And on top of all that, the freaking cherry right on top? She just had an ill-timed, alcohol-instigated one-night stand with her bff Casey’s brother, Tate. Yeah, that Tate. The one that she’s had a teensy, inconvenient crush on for years.But nothing about it is ill-timed or inconvenient for Tate Steadman. Because he finally feels free. Free of the oppressive relationship he’d been in for the past six years. Free to pursue Rachel, because one alcohol-fueled night was not even close to enough for him. He just wished she saw it that way. Because she makes him want more than he ever knew he was capable of.
When their one night has unexpected consequences, Rachel has no clue how to trust that he’s not just trying to be ‘the good guy’ who wants to do ‘the right thing’. And even though the chemistry between them practically burns down an entire city block when they’re together, she doesn’t know how to let down the concrete wall she’s built up around herself.
The ‘mistake’ of one evening can change the trajectory of two lives, but maybe a mistake is all they really need to push them right into true love.
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Light Me Up is a 90k word humorous contemporary romance with a moderate heat level, and is second in a series of standalones.
“Besides,” she continued, completely oblivious to him doing a running checklist of how much he sucked, “it’s not like you’re busy with a girl, are you?”
Good Lord. He wanted to dig that spoon into his eye so that he didn’t need to see that hopeful, searching look in her eye. For years, she’d been dropping hints about grandchildren for shits sake. He hadn’t even had a girlfriend, not a real one, for five years. Just, you know, scratching the itch when necessary. And here she was, slowly withering away in front of him, wanting something, anything for him so badly.
“I am,” he said before he could think twice about it.
“Really?” Oh God, forgive him. She looked so happy.
“Uh huh. I, uh, didn’t want to say anything until I knew she was on the same page as me.”
And yeah, Blondie from the grocery store had not been on the same page as him. Not the same page, or the same book. Probably not the same bookstore even. And as soon as he’d blurted out those two words that would condemn him to lying to his dear, beloved, sick with cancer mother, it was her face that he saw. Those pale blue eyes that had damn near stabbed into his brain.
“Oh, honey. Where you did you two meet?”
The eyes that had been clouded with exhaustion about five minutes earlier were bright. Fricken’ sparkling. Like diamonds or sapphires or some shit.
“The grocery store. She, uhh, she was standing in front of the ice cream, kinda spaced out, you know? And we just got to talking.”
Lie. Lie, lie, liar, liar, pants on fire. He was going to hell. For sure. He just bought his VIP ticket.
“What’s she like?”
It would have been manly to keep a stoic face and list some random generic traits. But instead, he smiled like a dumbass and just started rambling.
“Beautiful. Like, angel-level beautiful. I wasn’t even sure she was real when I first saw her standing there. But she’s, uhh, she’s smart. It was obvious right away. And she gave me shit within like five minutes of meeting her. Which made me act like an ever bigger ass than I normally would.”
She chuckled. She chuckled and Kieran felt his heart damn near skip. It was one of the best sounds he’d heard in a while.
Well, let’s see. I’m a wife and a mother. I’m a writer who wants to make people smile when they read my words. I own a dog that sheds roughly eighteen pounds of hair every day. I am obsessed with Outlander (both the books and the show). I’m almost exclusively a romance reader, which means I will never truly be considered a literary snob. I think that if I could meet one historical figure, it would probably be Jane Austen. I majored in Public Relations and worked in health care marketing before I had my babies. And I hate twitter. I do it, but I hate it.
