Aubrey Choi loves living in her small town nestled in the foothills of California, running her highly successful bakery away from the watch of her strict Korean parents. When a cake mix-up and a harsh review threaten all of her hard work and her livelihood, she never thought the jaded food critic would turn out to be her one-night stand. And she sure as hell never thought she’d see the gorgeous Korean hunk again. But when Landon Kim waltzes into her bakery trying to clean up the mess he had a huge hand in making, Aubrey is torn between throwing and hearing him out. 

When she hears his plan to help save her business, Aubrey knows that spending three weeks in California wine country working with Landon is a sure recipe for disaster. Her head is telling her to take the chance to save her bakery while her heart—and her hormones—are at war on whether to give him a second chance. And it just so happens that Landon’s meddling friends want them to spend those three weeks as close as possible...by sharing a villa.

When things start heating up, both in and out of the kitchen, Aubrey will have to make a choice—to stick it out or risk her heart.

What happens when a book blogger accidentally publishes her digital diary online?

A viral shitstorm, that's what.

No way did I want thousands of subscribers to read my confessions—yet, that's precisely what went down last night after four too many Cosmos with my girls.

Now, Damage Control is my new middle name because my diary confessional has my roommate, Lucas Stone, written all over it.
Literally.

I've been in love with him forever—well, ever since I saw him sprint across campus naked during our first year of college.

And now that Lucas knows how I feel about him? 

Well, things are destined to get awkward.

Because Lucas Stone, my BFF—the man who sleeps only one room over—just got engaged.

And his fiancée isn't me.

A party in the Hollywood Hills.
A perfectly timed smoke break.
A chance encounter.

From the moment I laid eyes on Judah Colt, I knew I was screwed.
He was a whirlwind of emotions, a disastrous tornado of need,
while I was only searching for
a taste of reckless abandon and a chance to let go.
What I got was almost more than I could handle.
In the blink of an eye, I was no longer just a fan,
a girl with an obsession, but instead I became
a necessity—to the music, to the fans, to Judah himself.
Together, we were a chaotic mess of feelings, fears, and attitudes,
but apart it all got worse.
Neither of us were ready for love—especially not the kind
we found—but once we started...
there was no going back.

We are Phoenix and Judah.
Nix and Jude.
Baby Bird and her Skyscraper.
Me and my twin flame.

When someone tells you who you are, do you believe them?

The first question the cops asked me was if anything out of the ordinary happened to me lately.
When I woke up this morning in the room of a mental institution I couldn't remember a thing - not my name nor how I got there. Not how I left or how I ended up in that interrogation room.

The only thing I knew came from the contents inside my bag. A wallet, a student ID, a key that opened an unknown door, and two notebooks.

They tell me my name. It matches my IDs.

They tell me my story. I shut my eyes and try to piece it together, but can't.

They tell me why they picked me up in the first place. They thought I was my sister. My brain stays stuck there. I try to rewind and fast-forward, as if my memories were on a videotape, but it's no use. I can't recall having a sister.

They put me back in the car and drop me off in front of a mansion they call The Manor and I discover what the mysterious key in my backpack opens the front door, and just as quickly wish I'd never unlocked it at all.

Twisted Circles is a complete standalone that takes place in the same "world" as Half-Truths.

Tamir
My neighbors and students know me as a Krav Maga instructor.
They see what I allow them to see.
Reality is far less attractive.

I still do the job that I love.
Only now, I work for myself instead of the government.

For those wealthy enough to hire me, my resume reads:
Israeli expatriate. Former special forces. Professional assassin.

Emily
There is absolutely nothing remarkable about me.
At least, that’s what my friends would say.
What they don’t know is an ugly secret forced me to abandon my past.
I left my family and everything I knew.
Hid myself away where no one would find me.
I thought I was safe. Untraceable.

I was wrong.

Now, there’s only one thing I can do if I want to stay alive.
Run.

A standalone brother’s best friend romance 

Emilia Ronan has loved Reeve Sawyer since the moment she first saw him. The only problem? He views her as a little sister and nothing more. 

Tall, dark and handsome, Reeve is the complete opposite to the vibrant and outspoken Emilia. Not to mention that he’s her older brother's best friend. After years of pining over him and one humiliating rejection, she finally decides it's time to move on, but when Reeve shows up, begging for a shot, can she really say no? 

Reeve knows two things to be true in life: you work hard to get what you want and you stay away from Emilia Ronan. It’s clear he's crossing a line, but what happens when he can no longer stay away? Hiding this relationship from his best friend is breaking every code he can imagine, yet he can't seem to stop. But when a ghost from his past shows up, shaking his core, Reeve will have to decide what matters most: keeping secrets from Emilia or simply keeping her.

A promise is a promise, but he made one that may be impossible to keep.



One look at her takes his breath away just moments before he makes a complete ass of himself. Zyan’s sure if he can get her to accept his apology, he can charm her into his arms. He’s also sure it’s going to take a lot of work. She’s not like the other women he’s met, and it’s clear that she won’t take any nonsense from him.

Landee worked hard to get her company started, and it’s a good living for a single mom, even if it is a bit unconventional. When the tall, good-looking firefighter pokes fun at her, she’s in no mood for his caveman attitude. She tries to avoid him, but when she finally offers him a chance to redeem himself, she sees a side of Zyan that leaves her wanting more.


Before long they’re more than just friends, and Zyan is also totally smitten with Landee’s little girl, Annalise. Her ex, Curt, has always been a decent father to Annalise, but his behavior is becoming far too strange. That makes Landee very uneasy. Turns out she has every reason to be.


Zyan promised Annalise if she was ever in trouble, he’d find her. He doesn’t have any idea where to start on his quest to keep his promise, but he knows one thing. They’re the family he’d always dreamed of, and no one is going to rip his two girls from his arms, not if he has any say in it.

No one.

Stella Spencer has one enemy—her secrets.

The world’s obsession with the Bright Young Things is real. Every lavish party thrown by the most exclusive group in New York is a spectacle, stalked not only by the media, but by the police commissioner, who’s declared war. He’s out to ruin everyone’s good time, starting with uncovering the mysterious benefactor leading the group, thus answering the question on everyone’s lips.

Who is Cecelia Beaton?

And no one knows it’s Stella.

If society finds out the truth, her plans will unravel. And with one smoldering look from a stranger, her carefully ordered world catches fire.

Levi Hunt has one plan—get the story.

His future at Vagabond magazine depends on his ability to do the one thing no one can: infiltrate the Bright Young Things. If he can find out who Cecelia Beaton is, he’ll earn enough notoriety to permanently secure his career.

His dreams are at his fingertips, so long as he doesn’t blow his cover. But one night with the brightest, most brilliant young thing of all, and he knows he’ll have to make a choice.

The job he loves or the woman of his dreams.

Secrets and lies. Love and laughter. And two people with something to hide and everything to gain.

Welcome to the party.

The feud between Weston Lockwood and me started at the altar.
Only neither of us attended the wedding, and the nuptials happened decades before either of us was born.
Our grandfathers had been best friends and business partners, at least up until my grandfather’s wedding day—when his bride-to-be blurted out she couldn’t marry him because she was also in love with Weston‘s grandfather.
The two men spent years fighting over Grace Copeland, who also happened to be their third business partner.  But in the end, neither man could steal half of her heart away from the other.
Eventually, they all went their separate ways.  Our grandfathers married other women, and the two men became one of the biggest business rivals in history.
Our fathers continued the family tradition of feuding.  And then Weston and I did, too.
For the most part, we kept as much distance as possible.
Until the day the woman who started the feud died—and unexpectedly left one of the most valuable hotels in the world to our grandfathers to share.
Now I’m stuck in a hotel with the man I was born to hate, trying to unravel the mess our families inherited.
As usual, it didn’t take long for us to be at each other’s throats.
Weston Lockwood was everything I hated: tall, smart, cocky, and too gorgeous for his own good.  We were fire and ice. 
But that shouldn’t be an issue. Our families were used to being at war. There was just one minor problem, though.   Every time Weston and I fought, we somehow wound up in bed.

Is it too late to correct the biggest mistake of my life?
 
While drowning in a mess of sorrow and grief, I lost the only woman I ever loved. I didn’t realize what I’d done until it was too late. 
 
Thea still owned my thoughts, my dreams, and my heart. I never expected to see her again, much less have to work with her for almost the entire summer. 
  
I should’ve fought for her years ago, and after how much I hurt her I probably don’t have the right to now. 
 
But I can’t stop until she’s mine again. 
 


No Reservations is a continuation of characters from No Vacancy but is a total STANDALONE. If you like second chance love stories that make you cry, overheat, and swoon with a broken but lovable wise-cracking hero, this is the book for you!