❤ ABOUT THE SERIES  ❤

This is a completed rockstar romance series 🙂

#1 The Mighty Storm — Kindle | Paperback | My review

#2 Wethering The Storm — Kindle | Paperback | My review

“I love you… I’ve only ever loved one girl, Tru – and that’s you. It’s  always been you. I’ve loved you from the moment I knew how to love.”

 ❤ ABOUT “UNTEACHABLE” ❤

I met him at a carnival, of all corny places. The summer I turned eighteen, in that chaos of neon lights and cheap thrills, I met a man so sweet, so beautiful, he seemed to come from another world. We had one night: intense, scary, real. Then I ran, like I always do. Because I didn’t want to be abandoned again.

But I couldn’t run far enough.

I knew him as Evan that night. When I walked into his classroom, he became Mr. Wilke.

My teacher.

I don’t know if what we’re doing is wrong. The rules say one thing; my heart says screw the rules. I can’t let him lose his job. And I can’t lose him.

In the movies, this would have a happy ending. I grow up. I love, I lose, I learn. And I move on. But this is life, and there’s no script. You make it up as you go along.

And you don’t pray for a happy ending. You pray for it to never end.

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 ❤ ABOUT THE “TRISTAN & DANIKA” SERIES ❤

This series follows the story of Tristan and Danika — two characters who we first met in the Up In The Air series. While this series can technically be read on it’s own, it is suggested to read them after UITA. The first book does not have a relationship cliffhanger and can easily be started right away.

BOOK #1 — BAD THINGS
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BOOK #2 — ROCK BOTTOM
coming November 27, 2013

BOOK #3 — UNTITLED
coming 2014

 

 ❤ TEASER from ROCK BOTTOM ❤

Tristan

We spent the next few days almost entirely in bed.  Danika ditched out at work, forgot about studying, and when Monday rolled around, skipped all of her classes.  She dropped everything for me, to be there for me when I asked her to.  It was just what I’d needed to feel sane again.

I left once on Monday to grab some groceries, leaving Danika passed out in bed.

To my delight, she wasn’t passed out when I got home.

I heard the bath running as I opened the door to my bedroom, stepping in to find a sight in my bathtub that had me salivating.

Dean called it a porno tub, and he wasn’t wrong, considering how many bodies you could potentially fit into the thing.  At the moment it was filled with a vision too exquisite to ever grace the small screen.

Danika smiled when she saw me, arching her back like the vixen she was.  The woman had me wrapped around her pinkie and she had to know it.  I was hard before I’d fully shut the door behind me.

“Glad you made yourself comfortable in here,” I told her, my voice hoarse with unadulterated lust.

The glow of candles played over her flesh as she shifted restlessly in the water, the pert globes of her breasts rising above the surface like a decadent offering.

She didn’t say a word, just lifted one leg, balancing a heel on the edge of the tub.  There were no bubbles in the bath, and I moved closer, my gaze intent on her body in the clear water.  My jaw clenched hard as she slowly raised her other foot, spreading her legs wide, giving me a perfect view of paradise.  “Are you waiting for an invitation?  The water’s nice, I swear.”

I shrugged out of my shirt, fingers going to my jeans, fumbling with the button.  I felt like a horny teenager, clumsy with lust.  Only Danika could do that to me.

“We’re going to make a mess,” I warned her.

“What’s this huge tub for if you can’t even make love to me in it?”

  “You have a point.  We should probably eat before we have sex again.  We’re going to make ourselves pass out.”

“You poor thing.”  Her tone was mocking, and she moved as she spoke, sitting up and reaching over to clasp one firm hand around my throbbing cock.  My eyes shut and my head fell back as sensation superseded my ability to think or speak.

I moaned, arching into her hand.  I let her play with me over my jeans, fumbling with my zipper when I couldn’t stand the light teasing anymore.

She made a delicious little humming noise as I sprang hard into her hand, stroking me, once, twice.

I pulled away, stripping in a few swift moves.

I stepped into the bath, between her widely spread thighs, savoring the view, every bit of it, as I sank down to my knees in the water.

I reached for her, grasping her round breasts into my hands, kneading softly until she moaned and writhed for me, her hands on the rim of the tub keeping her chest above the water.

“Sink the tub a bit,” I ordered her gruffly.  “I don’t want you to drown.”

One of her hands moved behind her, fumbling with the drain as I climbed on top of her.  I rubbed our bodies together, my hands gripping her thigh, jerking them wider as I moved between.

I buried myself in her slowly, her tight sheath clasping each inch that I gave her, making my vision blur with the perfect pressure.

“So fucking tight,” I said through gritted teeth.  It was too much.  Just too fucking much.  I could have died like this, delirious with pleasure, and never regretted it for a second.  “I swear your cunt was put on this earth to drive me out of my fucking mind.”

Water lapped over the sides of the tub as I stroked in and out of her slowly, leisurely, her nose and lips barely above the water line, her eyes squeezed shut tight and submerged.

I barely made a full lap before I started to come, premature in my absolute, body consuming pleasure.  It was just too much sometimes, the utter completeness of it.  It was a mystery I ever kept any control of myself, buried inside of her like this.  It was sheer dumb luck that she followed me as I shook and groaned with my own death throws.

My mouth stayed glued to her ear even after the water ran out, the tub empty, whispering over and over how much I adored her.

“I shudder to think what kind of action this porno tub has seen.”  I could hear the smile her voice as she spoke against my cheek.

“Dean has you calling it a porno tub too, huh?” I asked sternly, finally pushing up on my arms to look at her.

“Dean?  Hell no.  I basically hear white noise whenever he opens his big mouth.  I call it a porno tub because it’s a porno tub.  You could fit six people in here.”

That had me hardening my jaw and studying her.

“Watch a lot of porn, do you?”

She rolled her eyes at me, pursing her lips in that adorably bratty way of hers.  “I don’t, no, but my ex used to watch it all the-“

I stopped her before she could finish, feeling that now familiar red cloud of rage overtaking my vision.  I tried to grasp a handle on it, but it was elusive.  “I don’t want to talk about skinny jeans, and I sure as fuck don’t want you to tell me how he liked to get off-“

One soft hand to my cheek had me shutting my mouth, and feeling like a jerk.

“I don’t want to talk about him either.  Calm down, okay?  I get it.  I like to pretend there was never a Nat, so I get it, but you can’t turn into a caveman every time I say the wrong thing.”

I nodded, moving to stand, closing my eyes and groaning with the slow pull out of her before making it to my knees and then my feet in the wet tub.

I stepped out before helping her do the same.  “Well, the good news is, I think you get a five minute break before I attack you again, but what will we do with all that free time?”

She laughed, giving me a fond look, and a kiss on the chin.

I stayed for an entire week, ignoring my phone, ignoring the world.

“Fuck ‘em,” I told her.  “This is what I need.  I can’t go back without more.”

She smiled that smile where I saw myself and forever in her eyes, and gave me everything.  She was selfless, my Danika, keeping nothing for herself.

Release date: November 27, 2013.

 ❤ ABOUT “MAKING FACES” ❤

Ambrose Young was beautiful. He was tall and muscular, with hair that touched his shoulders and eyes that burned right through you. The kind of beautiful that graced the covers of romance novels, and Fern Taylor would know. She’d been reading them since she was thirteen. But maybe because he was so beautiful he was never someone Fern thought she could have…until he wasn’t beautiful anymore.

Making Faces is the story of a small town where five young men go off to war, and only one comes back. It is the story of loss. Collective loss, individual loss, loss of beauty, loss of life, loss of identity. It is the tale of one girl’s love for a broken boy, and a wounded warrior’s love for an unremarkable girl. This is a story of friendship that overcomes heartache, heroism that defies the common definitions, and a modern tale of Beauty and the Beast, where we discover that there is a little beauty and a little beast in all of us.

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 ❤ SWEET THING ❤

Standalone New Adult romance.

Mia Kelly is a twenty-five-year-old walking Gap ad who thinks she has life figured out when her father’s sudden death uproots her from slow-paced Ann Arbor to New York City’s bustling East Village. There she discovers her father’s spirit for life and the legacy he left behind with the help of an old café, a few eccentric friends, and one charming musician.

Will Ryan is good-looking, poetic, spontaneous, and on the brink of fame when he meets Mia, his new landlord, muse, and personal heartbreaker.

A story of self-discovery and friendship, Sweet Thing shines light on the power of loving and letting go.

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 ❤ SLAMMED SERIES ❤

Book #1: SLAMMED — Kindle | Paperback | My Review
Book #2: POINT OF RETREAT — Kindle | Paperback | My Review
Book #3: THIS GIRL — Kindle | Paperback | My Review

 

 ❤ HOPELESS SERIES ❤

Book #1: HOPELESS —  Kindle | Paperback | My Review
Book #2: LOSING HOPE — Kindle | Paperback| My Review
Novella: FINDING CINDERELLA — Kindle | My Review *

 

*Finding Cinderella is a  spin-off novella being released for FREE on October 14th.