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May 16, 2019
Enemies With Benefits is LIVE!
Enemies With Benefits
Enemies With Benefits is here! If you love super-steamy enemies-to-lovers reads with tons of hilarious banter and plenty of spice, this book is for YOU.
It's on sale right now, PLUS it's free with Kindle Unlimited!
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Need convincing? Have an excerpt:
* * *
Don’t let him get to you, I tell myself, but it’s a feeble attempt because he’s already gotten to me. Eli’s been getting to me since we were five years old, and platitudes aren’t going to help the situation now.
Just don’t do anything stupid, I tell myself, and that one seems much more reasonable. That one seems like something I can handle.
The door opens. I brace myself. If I had a shield right now I’d put it up.
“Violet?� Eli asks.
Ԩ.�
“You okay?� he asks, for the second time in two minutes.
“I’m fine,� I say, all the pent-up anger and irritation leaning on that second word.
“I’m just checking,� he says, letting the door shut behind him. “You practically ran out of the brewery like you were going to vomit or have a heart attack or —�
“� or before I finally lose my shit with you in public for acting like I need dart-throwing lessons?�
“Well, you do,� he says.
“I don’t!� I say. “I don’t care about darts! I don’t care that I’m bad at it!�
Eli just laughs. Somehow, we’ve moved closer to each other, close enough that I can feel his laughter rippling through the night air.
“Liar,� he says. “You’re pissed that I’m better than you at something and you’re terrible at hiding it.�
“No,� I say, swallowing hard. “I’m pissed that you followed me out here to keep gloating.�
“I followed you out here to see if I should call an ambulance,� he says.
“Liar,� I say.
I could swear that neither of us is moving, but we keep getting closer by centimeters, degrees. My heart feels like it’s punching my ribcage, my pulse racing. I’m praying that he can’t hear it and that he can’t tell that I feel electrified, like if he touches me I’ll spark.
I’m furious, and I want him, and I’m furious that I want him.
“You think I wasn’t worried when you sprinted out of there?� he says, his low voice getting louder, irritation edging in.
“I didn’t sprint.�
“Do you really think I’m incapable of concern?� Eli asks, his jaw tensing, his eyes glinting, the dark making them gleam gray.
“Not incapable,� I say.
I look him dead in the eye. My heart seizes.
“So I’m not a total monster,� he says, eyes blazing, voice dangerous and low.
His anger’s so real that it’s almost palpable. I feel like I could reach out and grab it, wrestle it with my own.
“I didn’t say that.�
“But it’s what you think.�
His eyes flick to my lips again, like they did inside, only now they stay linger there like he can’t tear his gaze away.
Please, whispers my body.
Hell no, whispers my brain.
“Since when do you care what I think of you?�
“I don’t,� he says, and his mouth finds mine.
Enemies With Benefits is here! If you love super-steamy enemies-to-lovers reads with tons of hilarious banter and plenty of spice, this book is for YOU.
It's on sale right now, PLUS it's free with Kindle Unlimited!
Grab it now �
Need convincing? Have an excerpt:
* * *
Don’t let him get to you, I tell myself, but it’s a feeble attempt because he’s already gotten to me. Eli’s been getting to me since we were five years old, and platitudes aren’t going to help the situation now.
Just don’t do anything stupid, I tell myself, and that one seems much more reasonable. That one seems like something I can handle.
The door opens. I brace myself. If I had a shield right now I’d put it up.
“Violet?� Eli asks.
Ԩ.�
“You okay?� he asks, for the second time in two minutes.
“I’m fine,� I say, all the pent-up anger and irritation leaning on that second word.
“I’m just checking,� he says, letting the door shut behind him. “You practically ran out of the brewery like you were going to vomit or have a heart attack or —�
“� or before I finally lose my shit with you in public for acting like I need dart-throwing lessons?�
“Well, you do,� he says.
“I don’t!� I say. “I don’t care about darts! I don’t care that I’m bad at it!�
Eli just laughs. Somehow, we’ve moved closer to each other, close enough that I can feel his laughter rippling through the night air.
“Liar,� he says. “You’re pissed that I’m better than you at something and you’re terrible at hiding it.�
“No,� I say, swallowing hard. “I’m pissed that you followed me out here to keep gloating.�
“I followed you out here to see if I should call an ambulance,� he says.
“Liar,� I say.
I could swear that neither of us is moving, but we keep getting closer by centimeters, degrees. My heart feels like it’s punching my ribcage, my pulse racing. I’m praying that he can’t hear it and that he can’t tell that I feel electrified, like if he touches me I’ll spark.
I’m furious, and I want him, and I’m furious that I want him.
“You think I wasn’t worried when you sprinted out of there?� he says, his low voice getting louder, irritation edging in.
“I didn’t sprint.�
“Do you really think I’m incapable of concern?� Eli asks, his jaw tensing, his eyes glinting, the dark making them gleam gray.
“Not incapable,� I say.
I look him dead in the eye. My heart seizes.
“So I’m not a total monster,� he says, eyes blazing, voice dangerous and low.
His anger’s so real that it’s almost palpable. I feel like I could reach out and grab it, wrestle it with my own.
“I didn’t say that.�
“But it’s what you think.�
His eyes flick to my lips again, like they did inside, only now they stay linger there like he can’t tear his gaze away.
Please, whispers my body.
Hell no, whispers my brain.
“Since when do you care what I think of you?�
“I don’t,� he says, and his mouth finds mine.
May 1, 2019
Cover Reveal for Enemies With Benefits!
Enemies With Benefits is coming May 15 and I'm SO EXCITED to share it with you all!!
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April 17, 2019
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* * * * *
She speaks first.
“Eli?� she says.
Just like that, I know who she is. The cold hard ball that’s been gathering in the pit of my stomach falls straight through to my guts and rolls around in there for a while.
“Violet,� I say.
I pause. There are a few people who I’d be more surprised to find washing dishes here, but they’re all dead or famous.
“The hell are you doing washing dishes in my kitchen?� I finally ask.
Violet gives me a full-body, floor-to-head once over and she takes her sweet time about it. Her eyes are the color of sharks. I feel like they’re circling me.
“It’s a long story,� she finally says. “What the hell are you doing back in Sprucevale?�
I give her a once-over, too, just to see how she likes it.
“Did you try to dine and dash?� I finally ask.
She snorts.
“Of course no—�
“You tried to dine and dash and got busted, didn’t you,� I say. “Crime never pays, Violet.�
She rolls her eyes and turns back to the sink.
Then I realize why she’s there.
“Sure,� she says. “That’s me, a hardened —�
“Your date ditched you,� I say.
Violet says nothing.
“He ditched you, you can’t pay, and that’s why you’re here,� I say.
She sloshes water out of the huge pot she’s washing and glances over her shoulder, eyes blazing at me.
“And I assume you’re here because you’re all done with med school and you’re just killing time between shifts as the top-rated neurosurgeon in southwestern Virginia,� she says.
Scrub. Slosh.
“Or did that not work out like you planned?� she finishes.
Her voice is sharp. Cutting. I remind myself that she’s clearly having a shitty day.
I remind myself that I’m nearly thirty years old and I shouldn’t react to her like we’re both in middle school, because I’ve matured past that.
“It’s working out about as well as law school and moving to New York seems like it has for you,� I say.
Maybe I haven’t matured that much.
Violet heaves the pot onto the drainboard and reaches for the last one. I should tell her to leave it for tomorrow’s crew or even do it myself, but I don’t.
“I’m not the one who swore on his father’s grave that he’d leave Sprucevale if it took every cent he made,� she says, her back still to me, her voice placid with forced calm.
Something tightens in my chest. I still feel bad about that particular oath, even though it was fifteen years ago, and I feel worse that Violet remembers it.
“What do you say to a man to make him leave in the middle of a date?� I ask, leaning against the door frame, pretending to be casual.
She doesn’t answer me. I snap my fingers like I’ve just remembered something.
“Did you tell his teacher that he cheated on his Algebra test, so the teacher made everyone retake it and you got the highest score?�
Violet ignores that.
“Or maybe you told everyone on the debate team that you’d seen him drinking beers in the 7-11 parking lot with his brother so they would vote for you to be captain instead,� I go on.
“Don’t you have somewhere better to be?� she asks, her voice brittle.
“Or, you told him that he’d always be a moron who couldn’t tell Togo from Trinidad when you won the geography bee the day after his father died?�
I’m enjoying this. I shouldn’t be. I should have told her to leave the pot and then I should have said goodnight and left, but I admit it.
I’m enjoying seeing Violet Tulane, legendary know-it-all and the bane of my existence from ages five to eighteen, knocked down a peg or two.
Or have a quick sneak peek!
* * * * *
She speaks first.
“Eli?� she says.
Just like that, I know who she is. The cold hard ball that’s been gathering in the pit of my stomach falls straight through to my guts and rolls around in there for a while.
“Violet,� I say.
I pause. There are a few people who I’d be more surprised to find washing dishes here, but they’re all dead or famous.
“The hell are you doing washing dishes in my kitchen?� I finally ask.
Violet gives me a full-body, floor-to-head once over and she takes her sweet time about it. Her eyes are the color of sharks. I feel like they’re circling me.
“It’s a long story,� she finally says. “What the hell are you doing back in Sprucevale?�
I give her a once-over, too, just to see how she likes it.
“Did you try to dine and dash?� I finally ask.
She snorts.
“Of course no—�
“You tried to dine and dash and got busted, didn’t you,� I say. “Crime never pays, Violet.�
She rolls her eyes and turns back to the sink.
Then I realize why she’s there.
“Sure,� she says. “That’s me, a hardened —�
“Your date ditched you,� I say.
Violet says nothing.
“He ditched you, you can’t pay, and that’s why you’re here,� I say.
She sloshes water out of the huge pot she’s washing and glances over her shoulder, eyes blazing at me.
“And I assume you’re here because you’re all done with med school and you’re just killing time between shifts as the top-rated neurosurgeon in southwestern Virginia,� she says.
Scrub. Slosh.
“Or did that not work out like you planned?� she finishes.
Her voice is sharp. Cutting. I remind myself that she’s clearly having a shitty day.
I remind myself that I’m nearly thirty years old and I shouldn’t react to her like we’re both in middle school, because I’ve matured past that.
“It’s working out about as well as law school and moving to New York seems like it has for you,� I say.
Maybe I haven’t matured that much.
Violet heaves the pot onto the drainboard and reaches for the last one. I should tell her to leave it for tomorrow’s crew or even do it myself, but I don’t.
“I’m not the one who swore on his father’s grave that he’d leave Sprucevale if it took every cent he made,� she says, her back still to me, her voice placid with forced calm.
Something tightens in my chest. I still feel bad about that particular oath, even though it was fifteen years ago, and I feel worse that Violet remembers it.
“What do you say to a man to make him leave in the middle of a date?� I ask, leaning against the door frame, pretending to be casual.
She doesn’t answer me. I snap my fingers like I’ve just remembered something.
“Did you tell his teacher that he cheated on his Algebra test, so the teacher made everyone retake it and you got the highest score?�
Violet ignores that.
“Or maybe you told everyone on the debate team that you’d seen him drinking beers in the 7-11 parking lot with his brother so they would vote for you to be captain instead,� I go on.
“Don’t you have somewhere better to be?� she asks, her voice brittle.
“Or, you told him that he’d always be a moron who couldn’t tell Togo from Trinidad when you won the geography bee the day after his father died?�
I’m enjoying this. I shouldn’t be. I should have told her to leave the pot and then I should have said goodnight and left, but I admit it.
I’m enjoying seeing Violet Tulane, legendary know-it-all and the bane of my existence from ages five to eighteen, knocked down a peg or two.
May 4, 2018
The Savage Wild is coming... here's a sneak peek!
The Savage Wild
The Savage Wild is coming May 16, but you can add it to your TBR now!
And now for that sneak peek...
* * * * * * * * * * *
“The flight to Vancouver got canceled and I’m trying to find this poor thing a way to get to Yellowknife as soon as I can,� she says. “I’ve never even heard of Yellowknife before, but it’s way up there!�
She gestures at the poor thing across the desk from her, and I give the girl a half-second glance. Brown hair up in a messy bun, boots, leggings, ten layers of giant coats and sweaters and a whole mess of luggage next to her.
But just as I look away, she moves, and it catches my eye. Shoves her glasses up with one finger, held perfectly straight as she touches the thick black frame and not the lenses.
“Yellowknife, huh,� I say, walking closer to Amy but not letting my eyes leave the girl in front of the desk.
You know how sometimes you see something, or you hear something and for exactly one second it’s like you’re back somewhere else, in the past, and you don’t even know how or why but there you are?
Amy says something but I’m not next to her. I’m not even at the airport any more.
I’m at Solaris High School, watching a girl in a long skirt and combat boots sprint as fast as she can away from me, for the woods.
“There are really no flights to this place,� Amy’s saying. “You sure it’s real, hon?�
Finally, the poor thing in front of the desk looks up, and she’s exactly who I didn’t want her to be.
January 9, 2018
January 8, 2018
Ever After is coming tomorrow!!
Liam is almost here, and I'm so excited I can barely sit still!
I have to admit that Liam turned out to be nothing like what I expected from when I wrote Never Enough, but even though I didn't know him very well then, the guy grew on me. And grew on me.
So... I finally gave him a book, and he turned out to deserve all four hundred pages of the thing.
Anyway, without further ado: keep an eye out for the final Dirtshine book!
Once upon a time, a girl saved my life.
I was piss-drunk, high as a kite, and about to jump from a bridge.
She stopped me. I told her to fuck off.
Exactly how all great love stories start.
A year later, I met her again. Sober this time, after yet another stint in rehab.
She’s still pretty, still a spitfire, still lights up a room when she walks in.
And she doesn’t realize I’m the guy from the bridge.
Frankie doesn’t know anything about me or my past. She doesn’t know I’m a former rock star or an ex-junkie.
She doesn’t know that two years ago, someone died and it was my fault.
She doesn’t need to know. She’s got problems of her own, and they’re what keep her coming back to see me time and again, even when we both know she shouldn’t.
I should be staying far, far away from this girl, but it’s like telling water to flow uphill. Can’t be done.
Frankie and I may be going down in flames, but we’ll be going down together.
I have to admit that Liam turned out to be nothing like what I expected from when I wrote Never Enough, but even though I didn't know him very well then, the guy grew on me. And grew on me.
So... I finally gave him a book, and he turned out to deserve all four hundred pages of the thing.
Anyway, without further ado: keep an eye out for the final Dirtshine book!
Once upon a time, a girl saved my life.
I was piss-drunk, high as a kite, and about to jump from a bridge.
She stopped me. I told her to fuck off.
Exactly how all great love stories start.
A year later, I met her again. Sober this time, after yet another stint in rehab.
She’s still pretty, still a spitfire, still lights up a room when she walks in.
And she doesn’t realize I’m the guy from the bridge.
Frankie doesn’t know anything about me or my past. She doesn’t know I’m a former rock star or an ex-junkie.
She doesn’t know that two years ago, someone died and it was my fault.
She doesn’t need to know. She’s got problems of her own, and they’re what keep her coming back to see me time and again, even when we both know she shouldn’t.
I should be staying far, far away from this girl, but it’s like telling water to flow uphill. Can’t be done.
Frankie and I may be going down in flames, but we’ll be going down together.
December 30, 2017
The final Dirtshine book is coming soon!
I've gotten tons of people asking whether I'm going to tell Liam's story.
And yes. I couldn't help myself, even though in a trilogy full of hard stories to tell, his was the hardest. I spent lots of nights up WAY too late writing, wishing he wouldn't do what he was doing.
But get ready for Liam. January 9th.
Ever After
And yes. I couldn't help myself, even though in a trilogy full of hard stories to tell, his was the hardest. I spent lots of nights up WAY too late writing, wishing he wouldn't do what he was doing.
But get ready for Liam. January 9th.
Ever After
September 14, 2017
Always You is here!
This could ruin everything.
I was born broken, with a past full of ugly secrets and a brother doing life in prison.
Not that you’d know it if you read the tabloids. According to them I’m the rock-solid guitarist for the biggest band in the world. I’m the dependable one. The steady one. The anchor.
They don’t know the truth. No one knows who I am underneath, once the music is over and the lights are off.
No one but Darcy.
She’s my best friend. She’s my f*cking savior, my light in the dark, beautiful as hell and talented as f*ck and every bit as broken as me.
And I f*cking yearn for her. I have for years. I see the way she looks at me, what’s behind her eyes.
I know what she thinks about alone, in the dark, because how could I not know.
It’s getting worse. Every second, every heartbeat, every moment we spend together and every secret we share makes me want her more. Even though I know that one kiss could ruin everything we have, I need her.
But to get her? I’ll risk it all.
September 5, 2017
Always You is coming in eight days!
A huge thank you to all my readers for being so spectacularly patient with me! Trent and Darcy's story took me a long time to write, but I COMPLETELY fell in love with this couple. I even had a dream about them... is that weird?
Even though it's hard to say goodbye and stop writing, I can't WAIT to share this book with all of you! Coming September 13 <3
And stay tuned... I'm hard at work outlining Dirtshine #3!
Always You
One kiss from her could ruin everything.
I’ve been broken since the day I was born, with a past full of ugly secrets and a brother doing life in prison.
Not that you’d know it if you read the tabloids. According to them I’m the rock-solid guitarist for the biggest band in the world. I’m the dependable one. The steady one. The anchor.
They don’t know the truth. No one knows who I am underneath, once the music is over and the lights are off.
No one but Darcy.
She’s my best friend. She’s my fucking savior, my light in the dark, beautiful as hell and talented as fuck and every bit as broken as me.
And I fucking yearn for her. I have for years. I see the way she looks at me, what’s behind her eyes.
I know what she thinks about alone, in the dark, because how could I not know.
It’s getting worse. Every second, every heartbeat, every moment we spend together and every secret we share makes me want her more. Even though I know that one kiss, one night could ruin everything we have, I need her.
And for Darcy, I’ll risk it all.
Even though it's hard to say goodbye and stop writing, I can't WAIT to share this book with all of you! Coming September 13 <3
And stay tuned... I'm hard at work outlining Dirtshine #3!
Always You
One kiss from her could ruin everything.
I’ve been broken since the day I was born, with a past full of ugly secrets and a brother doing life in prison.
Not that you’d know it if you read the tabloids. According to them I’m the rock-solid guitarist for the biggest band in the world. I’m the dependable one. The steady one. The anchor.
They don’t know the truth. No one knows who I am underneath, once the music is over and the lights are off.
No one but Darcy.
She’s my best friend. She’s my fucking savior, my light in the dark, beautiful as hell and talented as fuck and every bit as broken as me.
And I fucking yearn for her. I have for years. I see the way she looks at me, what’s behind her eyes.
I know what she thinks about alone, in the dark, because how could I not know.
It’s getting worse. Every second, every heartbeat, every moment we spend together and every secret we share makes me want her more. Even though I know that one kiss, one night could ruin everything we have, I need her.
And for Darcy, I’ll risk it all.
