This isn’t your average romance. It begins with me in a wedding dress, just not at an altar …

I never expected to be a runaway bride. I also never thought I’d end up on my ex’s doorstep to flee from said wedding. Now that I’m here, it’s easy to find the key in an old boot by the door and let myself inside. It’s not breaking and entering if I have a key, right?

It’s safe to say that Luke Marshall didn’t expect to find me on his couch in my wedding dress, my veil over my face in tears. He has no choice but to listen to my panic-induced plea for salvation. It’s only a matter of time before the tabloids get wind of my disappearing act, and my life is over.

Luke takes pity on me and says I can stay… on one condition.

I can’t sing for my supper—I have to earn it. I have to work in the barn alongside him, up to my elbows in horse manure. Oh—and because there’s only one bed, I get the couch.

This works … in theory. However, when sparks start flying, and the small-town farrier asks me to stay, I’ll have to decide between my life as a pop star or a second chance with my first love.

Once upon a midnight dreary…

A stage is set for the macabre.
Shadows stir and darkness creeps.
Lost boys whisper something strange.
And I’m held captive in a tragedy.

I wasn’t planning to propose to Raif Jones, the bad boy from the wrong side of town.
The one with the tattooed muscles, naughty blue eyes, and dimpled, James-Dean grin.

It all started with a series of bad decisions. First was flirting with a dangerous criminal to rescue a little girl I didn’t even know.
Second was throwing a massive, masked gala in my small-town hideout (complete with drag queens) and not expecting to draw attention… 

Then Raif rode in on a motorcycle and melted my undies (and my heart), saying he wouldn’t let anybody hurt me. Of course, I asked him to marry me.
Imagine my surprise when he said yes.

We’re a little naughty and a lot hot, and the perks of being married are very… perky.
They’re perky in the shower, on the kitchen table, against the front door…

But when Bad Decision #1 tracks me down (thanks to Bad Decision #2), my outlaw husband turns Alpha Protector and risks everything to keep us safe.
It’s just a marriage of convenience. It’s supposed to have an end date.
But walking away from Raif Jones could be the worst decision I’ve ever made.


(A LITTLE NAUGHTY is a small-town, marriage of convenience romance with single-mom vibes, a protective hero, no third-act breakup, and light suspense. No cheating. No cliffhanger.)

He’s a rebellious young man with a lifelong obsession with his mom’s best friend. 

He always assumed she’d be nothing more than a fantasy, but he’s not the only one with forbidden feelings… 

I’ve loved her for as long as I can remember. She’s my mom’s best friend and a cop. Two reasons why I should stay far, far away from Sloane Thurman. It’s nearly impossible to keep my distance, though. The ache for her rare smiles and her sweet scent is more than I can bear. I’m more than her friend’s son. I want to show her I’m a man now and that I could be her man. My wish becomes a reality when Sloane takes in her nephew. She needs help and I’m just the man to step up. Hikes, coffee dates, and game nights are just the beginning for us. Entertaining the kid in an effort to get closer to her is no hardship. Being near her is the only reward I need. As we spend more time together, I manage to break down her rigid walls. When she’s not worried about her morals and being a good cop, she’s realizing the two of us can have a lot of fun. A good time isn’t all I’m after. If it were up to me, I’d haul her down to the courthouse and make her mine forever. Unfortunately, neither life nor love is that easy. There’s no way my family would understand our relationship. A secret romance will have to do…for now. We may be able to deceive everyone we care about, but one day our shameful secrets will come to light. For Sloane’s sake, I just hope I’m worth the fight… 

*** This is a complete M/F standalone novel with a happily ever after. Tropes for this book older woman/younger man age-gap romance, opposites attract, he falls first, coffee lovers, mom’s best friend, romantic suspense, secret romance, and found family. ***

A brand new standalone hate-to-love, brother's best friend hockey romance.

My new roommates are two pro hockey players. 
First, my manwhore older brother, and second, his seriously hot best friend (who I seriously hate). 
This was a last resort. 
No one should be sleeping on a futon that smells like Cheetos and ball sweat. 
But here I am, trying to get my life together.

Tristan Stiles is the bane of my existence.
He never wears a shirt. 
We can’t seem to stop fighting. 
He’s an arrogant playboy with a filthy reputation. 
Sure, I had a crush on him when I was fourteen, but that was a long time ago. 
I know better than to trust him.

I just need to survive long enough to find a new job and get a new place.
And not accidentally let Tristan rail me into next week.

Bound against my will, trapped in darkness with no way to escape. 
​​​​​​​I trusted him.
I trusted all of them.

I should have known better.

Trust is a double-edged sword, capable of turning friends into foes and love into a weapon. I may be their captive now, but they underestimate the seed they have planted.

The memories of this ordeal will serve as a haunting reminder of the price paid for my naivety.
It’s then I make a vow to myself, a promise whispered in the suffocating stillness of the room.

Never again will I be the helpless pawn in their sinister game.

This series is a new adult, dark contemporary romance with off the charts, stomach churning angst, enemies to lovers themes, some scenes of bullying, along with four scorching hot guys and one girl. The book contains sexual scenes, mature language and some violence. Please read the content warnings included in the book, because this series is dark. A full list of trigger warnings can be found at the front of the book.