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It'll get better with time.
That's what everyone told me.
They were so damn wrong.
That night on the bridge, I was ready for it to end. The pain. The guilt. I couldn't take it anymore.
But then HE showed up. Tall. Broad shoulders. A thick beard. Plaid shirt. Through the fog and rain, he looked like a giant lumberjack coming at me.
Turns out he was a mechanic who just happened to stop and notice something leaking from my car. Next thing I know, the guy's giving me a ride back to his garage.
He ruined my plan. I wanted to hate him for that but couldn't. Not after he told me what happened on that same night exactly one year ago.
Travis doesn't tell me it'll get better with time because he knows it isn't about the days or the hours or the minutes that pass. It's about the breaths.
With every breath, you get stronger.
With every breath, you start to heal.
With every breath, you see a sliver of light.
Before he found me on the bridge that night, I couldn't breathe. But Travis showed me how.
And with every breath, I grew to love him.


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I'm thrilled to reveal the title for my next book, an all-new standalone romance! It's an emotional story will all the feels! Releasing later this fall.


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Kinda Hate You

Kinda Hate You, my all-new standalone romance, releases in early August! It's an enemies to lovers story about Birdie and her best friend's brother, Cal. Birdie and Cal first appeared in Anyone But Her. You don't have to read that book to read this one but if you want to, it's available now!


I’ve always hated Cal. 

We fight constantly. Just the sight of him gets my blood boiling.

Problem is, I’m best friends with his sister so it’s hard to avoid him. And now we’re going to the same college.

He’s also giving me swimming lessons but I have no idea why. I swear he’s only doing it so he can drown me.

I really hate him.

I hate the smirk on his face.

I hate his gorgeous blue eyes. His dark tan. His muscular arms.

I hate the way my stomach flutters when he touches me in the pool.

And most of all? I hate that I’m starting to like him.

Me liking Cal? That was never supposed to happen.

Lucky Star is here!

Lucky Star, my all-new standalone romance, is now live! Meet Star and Corbin, an unlikely couple who meet in a very unexpected way. It’s fun, sexy, and full of drama!

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Star’s never had good luck. Until the day she was hit by a car.

That was the day she met Corbin. Hot. Rich. A doctor. She thought guys like him only existed in dreams and yet Corbin is real. And he wants to date her! It seems her luck is finally changing for the better.

But good luck doesn’t always last. Just as Star and Corbin are growing closer, Corbin’s ex-girlfriend, Lauren, shows up and wants a relationship with him again. Corbin swears he’d never go back to her but Star isn’t sure she believes him, especially when she finds out why Lauren wants him back.

Star really believed Corbin was the one, but was it all too good to be true? Or will good luck find her again?


Chapter One of Lucky Star

Luck. You either have it or you don’t. I don’t. But that might be starting to change, with the exception of my car which completely died this morning.

But I’m trying to look on the bright side. And on the bright side I’m starting a job today. A real job where I’ll finally make decent money. And I have my own apartment now. Well, it’s not mine. I live there with some guy and his girlfriend but at least I’m no longer living in my parents’ basement. I’m finally on my own, in a new city, with a new job.

So yeah, things are going well, except for the fact that I have to bike to work today. But hey, it’s good exercise, right? I’ve heard positive thinking leads to positive results so I figure if I keep looking on the bright side, my luck will keep changing for the better.

Something wet hits my face. I ignore it and keep riding my bike, a hand-me-down from my brother. It’s a blue ten speed that’s rusted because he always left it outside. I wasn’t going to move it here but at the last minute I decided to take it just in case my car gave out. Good thing I did or I might’ve missed my first day on the job, which could’ve meant losing the job, which can’t happen. I really need this job. 

Another drop of wetness hits my face, then another. I glance up at the sky. It’s clouding over and getting dark. It better not rain. I’m wearing brand new black dress pants that ate up a good chunk of my pitiful savings.

A drop hits me right in the eye. It burns and stings and blurs my vision.

“Shit,” I mutter, blinking repeatedly as I pedal faster.

Thunder booms from above and the few drops of rain become a steady downpour.

“Seriously?” I yell at the sky as the thunder booms again. “You couldn’t give me a break today? Just one lousy break?”

I’m almost at work. If I’d left just a few minutes earlier I would’ve beat the storm but how was I to know it was going to rain? I don’t watch the weather.

My new pants are getting soaked and sticking to my legs. At least my blouse is covered by my jacket, but the sleeves are riding up as I grip the handlebars. I can already feel the water seeping up my arms. Damn! Why didn’t I leave earlier?

I’m approaching a stoplight and see the countdown on the walk button. It has eight seconds left. If I hurry I can make it across the street. The office is just a block away. I’m ten minutes early. I’ll get there, run to the restroom and use the hand dryer to dry my clothes.

I hunch down and pedal faster, my eyes focused on the countdown timer, which is now at five seconds. As I enter the intersection I’m hit by a force so strong it launches me from my bike. Thunder claps, and for a moment I think I might’ve been struck by lightning.

My body lands in the street with a thud, my head hitting hard against the wet pavement. I see stars, then my vision fades in and out. I hear yelling but it sounds distant, like an echo.

Cars start honking and I hear a man’s voice.

“Miss, are you okay?” he asks.

I feel him next to me but can’t see him. My eyes are closed. I feel like I’m falling asleep.

“Talk to me,” he says. “Tell me where it hurts.”

Pain shoots through my head and remains there, throbbing, getting worse by the second.

Cars start honking and someone yells, “Get out of the damn street!”

It’s followed by more honking and then someone yells, “She’s been hit!”

Voices start chattering all around me. I feel people there but can’t see them. My eyelids are heavy. Too heavy to open.

“Stay back,” the man beside me yells. I feel him covering me with something. Maybe a jacket?

It all seems to be happening in slow motion. It feels like I’m not really here. Like I’m just watching from afar. Am I dead? 

“Miss, can you tell me where it hurts?” the man next to me asks, but I’m unable to answer. Instead I moan a little as my head falls to the side.

Warm strong hands slip under my neck and I hear the man again. “Don’t move. You don’t want to damage your spine.”

His hands move to the side of my head, holding it in place.

“I’m so sorry.” His voice is soft and steady but I can hear his concern. Why is he worried? What’s wrong with me? Am I dying?

“You’re going to be okay,” he says, which makes me wonder if I asked the question out loud. I don’t think I did. I can barely open my eyes so I doubt I was able to talk. “The ambulance is on its way.”

The man’s hand continues to hold my head in place while his other hand reaches down and wraps around mine. “I know you’re scared but I’m right here. I won’t leave you. I promise.” He lightly squeezes my hand. “Just stay with me, okay?”

My eyes try to flutter open but can’t. It’s like they’ve been weighted down.

“Stay with me,” I hear the man say as he clutches my hand. “They’re almost here.” I hear him exhale a long heavy breath. “God, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

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Road Trouble is Here!

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This book is one of my favorites! There’s so much going on! Enemies to lovers, family drama, funny side characters, an alpha male with a mysterious past. I had the idea for this story a long time ago but the idea was really just the first scene, where a girl stops to help a guy on a deserted country road. He tells her to go away but she doesn’t, which angers him and they end up fighting. That scene stuck with me a long time. I was curious what the guy’s story was and why he got so angry when she tried to help. I finally wrote out the scene and from there it took off! I came to really love these characters—Kyle and Sage, but also Sage’s friend Nina and her boyfriend Josh. Those two are hilarious and might need their own book! Kyle’s backstory is heartbreaking but explains why he ended up in that town. And there’s a surprise twist near the end, because I love those!

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Scene from Road Trouble

Against my better judgment, I back the car up and pull into Miller’s driveway. The guy has his back to me, but turns when he hears the loud rumbling engine of my car as it pulls up beside him.

“Hey,” I say, putting the car in park. Since I can’t get my window all the way down my view of him is partially blocked through the dusty glass.

He sighs. “Now what?”

“I was driving by and saw you here.” I turn the car off and get out so I can see him without the glass obstruction. Damn, he’s hot. Even sweaty and covered in dirt, he still looks good. “Are you Mr. Wilson’s grandson?”

He wipes the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand and glares at me. “Is everyone in this town as nosy as you?”

“I’m not nosy. I’m just being friendly. We’re neighbors so I thought I should stop by and say hello.”

His brows rise. “We’re neighbors?”

Shit. I probably shouldn’t have said that. If he’s some crazy drifter with no relation to Miller, I don’t want him knowing where I live.

I catch his eyes lowering to my body, just a quick glance, first at my tight tank then down at my short skirt.

His eyes dart back up at my face. “Which house?”

“It’s a few miles down the road,” I say, trying to be vague, but there are so few houses out here that he could easily figure it out. “Mr. Miller didn’t mention his grandson was coming to town.”

“I’m not his grandson, not that it’s any of your business.” He looks to the side, and I’m pretty sure I saw an eye roll.

“It’s my business if you’re here without Mr. Miller’s permission. He’s a friend and friends look out for each other.”

The guy stares at me, that intense stare like he gave me earlier. “If he’s such a good friend, where is he right now?”

“In his house.” I point to it, having no idea if Mr. Miller is actually in there. “Which you would know if you were really here to see him.”

“I’m not here to see him. And he’s not in his house.”

“Then where is he?” I ask, feeling more and more nervous as the guy stares at me with those deep brown eyes. It makes me want to look away, but I don’t. I hold his gaze, and for some unexplained reason, feel something stirring inside me. I’ve heard the body can confuse danger with arousal so maybe that’s why I’m feeling this way, although if that’s true, it means he’s dangerous. But I don’t think he is, which means the arousal I’m feeling is because I’m attracted to him. Why would I be attracted to a guy who’s has been nothing but rude to me?

“He’s in Florida,” the guy says. “At a condo on the beach.”

“Florida?” I ask confused. “Are you sure? Because Mr. Miller isn’t the type of person who travels. In fact, I doubt he’s ever left Kansas.”

The guy glances over at the deserted road. “He came into some money. Thought he’d take a trip. An extended vacation.” He looks back at me. “While he’s gone, I’m renting his house.”

Now I’m even more confused. “Why would you rent his house? There’s nothing to do in this town and there aren’t any jobs. Why would you move here?”

“I have to go.” He walks off.

“Wait.” I run up to him. “What’s your name?”

He pauses, his eyes darting to the side. “Kyle.”

“Kyle what?”

He glares at me. “Kyle. That’s it.”

He wipes the sweat from his forehead and as he does, I notice a long red line along his left temple and a bump on the side of his head. The red line is dried blood but it looks like the cut is starting to break open, blood bubbling along the seam.

“Did you get in a fight?”

“Seriously, do the questions ever end? Are you the town gossip or what?”

“Your head. It looks like it hurts. I just…” I reach my hand up to touch his temple and he grabs my wrist.

“Stop.” His tone is softer now, and unexpected. When he grabbed my wrist, I thought he’d yell at me to go away. But instead he shuts his eyes a moment and takes a breath. He’s still holding my wrist but his grip is gentler.

“Please.” He opens his eyes and looks at me, but instead of that intense stare he gave me before, his gaze is softer, kinder, and suddenly, any fear I had of him is gone. He’s not a killer. Or a criminal. I know because my gut is telling me so. And after what I’ve been through with my dad, I trust my gut more than my head.


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Road Trouble Book Blurb

Releasing November 6th!
Seeing a guy walking alongside a broken-down motorcycle on a deserted country road screams trouble. Bright red warning signs telling you to stay away. So what do I do? Go up and talk to him. Offer him a ride. And when he refuses, I go to the house he’s staying at and try to get to know him.

Maybe not the best decision but I wanted to find out his story, like why he just showed up in this tiny town in the middle of nowhere? Everyone keeps telling me not to trust him but I can’t seem to stay away.

The girl won’t leave me alone. At first it pissed me off but now I’m used to her coming over and miss her when she’s not here. She’s smart, beautiful, and too damn nice to be involved with a guy like me. She doesn’t need more trouble, especially after her con artist dad stole all her money. She could’ve found someone better so why the hell did she pick me? Now it’s too late. I love Sage and want a life with her. Problem is, there’s a good chance my life is about to end.