When Cash Mayson was forced to choose between the love of his life and his unborn child, he knew exactly what he had to do. No matter how broken it left him.When Lilly Donovan was forced to accept that the guy she loved wasn’t who she thought he was and became a single mother, she knew exactly what she had to do. Proving just how strong she was.What happens when years later you find out that everything you thought you knew was a lie?Can two people who once loved each other overcome the obstacles that are thrown at them and fall in love all over again?Cash Mayson had forgotten how it felt to be loved Until Lilly came back into his life. And now that he remembers, he will do everything within his power to keep not only the woman that he loves, but also his children.The power of love is a beautiful thing.
About the Author
Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat whose husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her Husband and pet fish. She's married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she appreciates everyday and admires its beauty.
Violet Smith and Zach Aubrey have history… …the kind of history he regrets and she wishes she could forget.
She was the girl. The only girl. Ever.
Nine years have passed since heavy-metal songwriter, Zach, slept with, then walked away from, his best friend, Violet. But that doesn’t change the fact that he’s never gotten over her.
He shattered her heart.
Despite the years that have passed, chick-lit novelist, Violet, vividly recalls the pain of Zach's rejection, and hates that she's never been able to completely let go of the brooding boy who turned his back on her.
When the rocker and the writer find themselves thrown back together in a strange twist of fate, their chemistry is just as scorching as ever, but old wounds don’t just disappear. Even if Zach can explain why he walked away from Violet, can she find the courage to trust him again? Together they will discover if a love that broke them both is worth a second chance at forever.
Playing songs, playing for keeps… …Playing for Love at Deep Haven
What happens when two people who're fated to be together manage to flub it up the first time? The Universe finagles a second chance.
Zach let one bone head move cost him the girl who was the one.
Violet is too scarred by the event to know if she wants to let him have another go another go at her heart.
I think they were too young to recognize the bond they shared fro how special it was. When you're in college and meet the person you think might be the one, it isn't unthinkable that you might not want to jump on that boat. Your life is just getting started out in the real world, do you want to tie yourself to another person so soon? Then you grow up and realize true love is not something you shut the door on.
Z and Vile weren't ready for it, but Zach and Violet are.
A complex situation to say the least, and Katy does a great job navigating the complex emotions their shared history would conjure up. Your heart swells and breaks for Zach and Violet, characters that are easy to fall in love with.
Forbidden Fruit Rating
About the Author
Katy Regnery is an award-winning romance novelist.
Her debut novel By Proxy, Heart of Montana #1, a contemporary Christmas romance, was published in September 2013 by Boroughs Publishing Group.
By Proxy was following by "The Christmas Wish," Heart of Montana #1.5 in October 2013. Katy will be releasing Heart of Montana books #2, #3, #4 and #5 in 2014.
Additionally, she is the author of the Enchanted Places series, which launches in January 2014 with Playing for Love at Deep Haven, and will be followed-up by Restoring Love at Bolton Castle in September 2014.
Katy lives in New England where her husband, two children and two dogs create just enough cheerful chaos to remind her that the very best love stories begin at home.
Visit Katy at: www.katyregnery.com, www.facebook.com/KatyRegnery or www.twitter.com/KatyRegnery - she loves to hear from her fans!
Her father gave her one task before he died. To deliver a package.Now she has the baddest biker in the state after her.He wants what she's got.Secrets in both the past and the present threaten to destroy what she is working so hard for.He threatens to ruin her heart.Two worlds will collide to make something explosive.
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You can run but you can’t hide,
I know what lies deep inside.
I lower my glasses and rush across the road, head down, hoodie
covering my head and face. A small woman standing outside of the
door, watches at me as I dart around behind the gas station, backpack
tightly wrapped around my shoulders, clipped at the front. My sneakers
are worn, and they squeak on the pavement as I scurry into the ladies
toilets. I rush into the small, crappy room, kicking in the doors, and
when I realize it’s empty, I lower my hood.
My long blonde hair tumbles out when I remove the cap from my
head that was sitting firmly under my hoodie. It’s my usual look these
days. Jeans, sneakers, singlet top, hoodie and a cap. It’s the easiest look
to disguise who I am when I’m forced to get out in public. I lower my
face, and turn on the tap, filling my hands with water and splashing it
on my skin. I close my eyes, letting the cool feeling calm my nervous,
They’ve found me.
It’s only the third time Axel Wraithe has managed to catch up with
me in just over a year, which isn’t bad considering he’s got sources and I
He’s the President of the MC club Angel’s In Leather, and he’s been
chasing me since the moment my father sent me running with a case
containing information on USB Drives. I’ve never plugged the drives
in to see what’s on them. Whatever is, though, I imagine is extremely
important. They wouldn’t be chasing me like this, if it wasn’t important.
Axel wouldn’t have let his men kill my father if it wasn’t something he
I still don’t know what went down that day, all I know is that
whatever my father has in this case, Axel wants. Axel and my father
used to be best friends, until my father started up his MC club Joker’s
Runners, and they had a falling out. They became sworn enemies, and
were constantly at war, but more often then not, it was kept at a certain
limit. Then that one day, it went over.
I found out after I started running that the Angel’s In Leather took out
the Joker’s Runners in a war that stopped the entire town just after my
father died. They were looking for the case. The case I’ve been running
with for just over a year. The case that’s clearly been more important
than anything else that’s come up in that time, because Axel hasn’t
stopped looking for me.
Which means I haven’t rested.
There have been times I’ve wanted to just give in and let him take
it from me, but then I think of my father’s face the day he died in the
front of our SUV, and the desperation when he made me promise to run,
and deliver this case. If I let him down…I’ll never live happily. This is
my mission, and sadly, it’s become my life. I don’t have anything else.
Without this…I’m nothing. I have nothing…no one.
I am struggling to find this Raide fellow, without recoursces, it’s very
hard to locate him, and until I do I can’t stop. So here I am, in a women’s
bathroom, trying to calm myself down and figure out a way to escape
Axel a third time around. He’s not an easy man to escape. He’s a god
damned genius and he’s managing to get closer and closer to me no
matter what I do. I have to think of something new. Maybe I’ll cut all my
hair off and dye it red, or purple, something crazy.
I pat my face dry with my sleeve, and stare in the mirror at the empty
blue eyes looking back at me. Most girls my age would be out partying,
being in love, enjoying their life, their jobs, their friends….but me, I’m
running, living a criminal life that I never chose. On the rare days I get
where I manage to relax, I find myself imagining what it would be like to
just be normal.
I shake my head. It’s never going to happen.
I hear the distinct rumble of Harley Davidson’s outside, and I know
they’ve stopped. I feel my palms become clammy, and my heart speeds
up. I have to get out of here and into the trees behind the gas station.
They’re thick and lush, and I can run for miles through them. The
problem is getting out. This was the closest place I could find to gather
myself, and it took Axel a matter of minutes to locate me. It’s never a
coincidence with him. Never.
I swallow, and lift my hair up onto the top of my head again, tucking
it under my cap. I pull my hoodie back over and grip the straps that are
sitting around my waist. My bag is strapped on as good as I can get it,
because I don’t want it to be taken from me. If it gets taken, then all this
has been a waste of time for me…and my father.
I pull my sunglasses down over my eyes, and I peer out the window.
And there he is. I feel my body tingle with fear as I lay my eyes on Axel.
He’s standing out the front of the gas station, speaking to the young
woman, flashing a photo at her. I know it’s a photo of me. She nods, and
points to the bathrooms. God dammit. Axel lifts his head, and his eyes
turn in my direction.
The years…they’ve been kind to him. The last few times he got close
to me, it wasn’t close enough for me to get a good look at him. To see
how the years have changed his face.
Axel Wraithe is a gorgeous man, he always has been, but he’s got a
heart of steel. I remember as a little girl, in the years before he and my
father had a falling out, I used to think he was one of the most handsome
men I’d ever met. He was just a young man back then, but he had the
kind of face that women would drool over. Now…now he’s older, and
more defined, and even more breathtaking.
He has this thick black hair that sits messily on his head. His body is
huge, tall and well built, yet unlike most bikers, not covered in tattoos.
He has a few, but not many. His shoulder’s put most body builders to
shame. His eyes are the color of turquoise water, and are the prettiest
eyes I’ve ever seen. He’s got a few days growth of stubble on his face,
and his ears are filled with silver hoops.
His body is covered in all black clothes. Large, chunky black boots.
Black jeans. A black shirt covered with his black jacket, with, what I
know, has a large angel surrounded in fire on the back. Their club’s
patch. He wears chains around his neck and leather bands around his
wrists, hanging off his jeans, he has silver chains, topping off his look.
Axel is about forty years old, and while he was my father’s best
friend, he was ten years younger than him. They met a few years after
my parents had me. I know my father helped him out of some bad
things, and felt a connection to him. Things went well right up until I
was about ten, and that’s when my father created his club and he and
Axel had a massive falling out.
I never saw Axel again…until the night he saved my life.
Now, he’s standing, staring at the bathroom’s, a small, deadly smirk
on his face. Sweat trickles down my face as I turn, peering around the
bathroom for an escape. There’s a small, narrow window above the far
toilet. It’s not locked, and I could squeeze out of it with enough effort. I
glance back out the window and see Axel still staring at the bathroom,
nodding to the lady as she speaks.
I have minutes.
My adrenalin spikes as I rush towards the toilet. I peer up at the
window, and use the toilet and basin to launch myself upwards. I take
hold of the window sill and use my free hand to rattle the window. It’s
rusty, but it dislodges itself easily enough. I shove it out, and it lands
with a crash on the ground. My heart begins to hammer.
I unclip my backpack, there’s no way I can get through with it on my
back. I peer out the window, and when I see it’s clear, I shove the bag
through and let it drop down onto the ground. That’s when I hear the
rattling on the toilet’s main door. My heart lurches and I feel my jaw
begin to tremble.
“Meadow, you didn’t honestly think you could hide in a toilet, did
Axel’s voice has me freezing, but only for a split second. I’ve been
running long enough now to know how to keep myself from freezing for
long enough to cause a problem. I lift my leg up and try to be as quiet
as possible as I jump three times, and shove my body through the small
gap. I lose my balance when I push through too hard, and land on the
dirt the other side with a thump. I roll, gripping my bag and throwing it
on quickly, before leaping to my feet.
And there he is.
I scream and leap backwards as he appears around the side of the
building. Up close, he’s powerful, huge and dominating. He has a tattoo
of a bird on his neck, and it seems to be staring at me, taunting me. I lift
my eyes to meet his, and I gasp softly. Beauty, it just doesn’t cover what
he is. He can’t be classed as beautiful. There is only one word I could
ever use to describe him, and that is…devastating.
“Hello Cricket,” he purrs, using a nickname for me that he used to use
when I was a little girl. “Long time, no see.”
I swallow, and grip my backpack. “Axel.”
He smiles, showing me a row of perfect, white teeth. Two dimples
appear in his cheeks. “And here I was thinking you’d forgotten about me,
I mean, you’ve been running for me now for…what has it been, Cricket?
Over a year?”
“One year, three months and six days,” I whisper, shuffling
He chuckles. “And you know I was going to catch up to you
eventually, so we could have avoided all this if you had just given me
what I wanted back then.”
I don’t say anything, I just grip my backpack straps tighter, and let
my eyes dart around behind my sunglasses to look for a way out. I see
a thick mass of trees behind him, probably about fifty meters. If I could
get to them, I could hide myself…I also see a pile of rusty metal poles
in the corner, leaning against the wall. I turn my body slightly toward
them, and begin very slowly backing up. Axel steps forward, suddenly
gripping the side of my face. His other hand grips my backpack. I snarl
and shove, pushing hard enough to get him to let go. He stands back
with a smirk.
“Don’t touch me!” I hiss.
His smirk widens. “Nice disguise you have there, but you know, when
you live in a disguise, people start looking for it. Should have changed it,
“Don’t call me that,” I growl, gripping the straps on my backpack even
“Take off your hoodie, Meadow,” he rasps. “Let me see you. Let me
see the girl who has fucked my life up for the past year. It’s been so long,
hasn’t it? Last time I saw those baby blue eyes, you were jumpin’ off a
bridge tryin’ to end your life.”
I flinch and anger builds in my chest.
I let go of my backpack and grip my sunglasses and I pull them off,
then I lower my hoodie and rip my cap off. I want him to see me. I want
him to look into my eyes and see the determination there. He won’t beat
me, it doesn’t matter how hard he tries – I’ll try harder. I lift my face
and I stare him right in the eyes. And it’s because of that, I notice his
His body flinches, only just barely, and his eyes widen. He hasn’t seen
me since that awful night. Our interaction after that, was done with me
being fully covered. I stand on trembling legs as he takes me in, letting
his eyes move over my body. I notice when he narrows his eyes, that he
has small lines beside his eyes, the only indication of his age.
“Well fuck me, Cricket. You grew up and became a knock out, and
here you are, wastin’ it by runnin’ when all you have to do, is give me
what I want and you can go on your way. Wouldn’t it be nice to be a
“Do you think I’m stupid?” I say, trying to stop my voice from
He glares at me. “You are fuckin’ stupid, because you’ve been wastin’
your time running for me for the past year.”
“And I’ll continue running from you, Axel. I won’t stop. And if you
think I’m going to fall for your promises of freedom for me if I hand
over the goods, then you know nothing about me. I’ve lived with bikers
before, remember? I’ve seen the promises made. You’ll not get your
hands on me…”
His eyes harden and he takes a step forward. I brace myself to run.
“Is that so? Funny, because you’re the one trapped against a toilet
wall with no where to go.”
“Again,” I whisper, reaching around behind me and gripping the long
metal poles I’ve been edging closer to. “You don’t know me, if you knew
me, you’d know that I know what I’m doing by now, and no one traps
me against a wall.”
I swing the pole. His body moves to block it, but it hits his hands so
hard he goes reeling back with a roar. I swing it again, connecting with
his kneecaps. When he drops to the ground, I run. It’s one thing I do
know how to do. I put my head down, my arms by my side and I run as
fast as I can move.
I hear Axel’s bellow, and I know he’s calling for his men. I have
seconds. I hit the trees just as I hear the shouts beginning to grow
louder behind me. I skid to my left, running through a narrow set of tall
trees, in an attempt to get into the thicker shrubs. My sneakers crunch,
and I know there’s no way I can pull this off quietly, but I will pull it off.
I hear the sounds of boots crunching in the distance, and I have no
doubt Axel has his entire group of men spreading out to chase me. My
adrenalin spikes, and I pick up my face, ignoring the sweat pouring
down my face, or the branches scratching into my skin. I won’t let him
beat me now, not after everything I’ve fought for.
I pick up my pace when I come to a clearing, running hard and fast.
It’s never good to be caught in a clearing, I’ve learned that. I put my head
down, and run as hard as I can. I can hardly breathe through my panting,
it’s so intense. The sweat begins to fill my eyes and it burns. I blink
rapidly, lifting my hand to swipe it quickly across, trying to remove
some of it. It only makes it worse.
“Stop, Meadow, do yourself a favor!” Axel bellows.
I look over my shoulder to see him and six other men running
towards me. My adrenalin spikes and I focus my attention in front of me.
The only thing I can see is a large river off what looks like a small ledge.
My heart skitters. Can I jump off that?
“Stop now and I’ll make it easier for you.”
I don’t have a choice.
I have to jump.
I run to the edge, and skid to a stop as I look down at the flowing
water. My entire body stiffens and my breath hitches. Memories of that
night on the bridge flash through my mind. My skin begins to prickle,
and it becomes even harder to breathe. It’s not the same, you can swim
now and the water is nice, clear and safe. You won’t die. You just have to
get over the other side.
“She won’t jump,” I hear Axel yell.
“Hurry it up!” someone else bellows.
I hear the sound of boots crunching coming closer. God, if they get
hold of me now, all this has been for nothing. I stare down at the water,
and goosebumps break out over my skin. I can’t breathe, I can hardly
concentrate. I know they’ll get me any moment. I close my eyes, taking a
“Promise me, Meadow…”
My father’s words spring back into my mind and I know I have to do
this. So, without opening my eyes, I jump. It happens in what feels like
slow motion, my entire body plummets to the water below. I hit it flat
on my stomach, knocking the wind out of me. I sink quickly, even though
I can swim now, the panic has my body stiffening in fear.
I begin to struggle.
My backpack is too heavy.
I shake my head from side to side, keeping my mouth clamped shut,
kicking my legs as hard as I can. I feel a set of hard arms go around me,
and I sieze. I’m slowly being pulled to the surface, on that surface I’ll be
taken somewhere I don’t want to go. At the realization of that, I start
kicking harder, until I hit the person holding me.
When I surface, I gasp a breath of air in, and I kick hard towards
the other side. I hear Axel’s crackled voice sound out behind me. “Stop
fuckin’ running Cricket, we’re not going to keep doing this.”
Oh yes we are.
I kick harder, using everything inside me to get to the other side. I
reach the bank and launch myself up, gripping the sides with my hands.
I’m about to pull my body up, when those arms go around me again and
yank me back down. With a scream, I go crashing back into the water.
Axel has me, and he spins my body around so I’m facing him. Up close I
can see his eyes, and I hate that he makes my heart flutter.
I’m supposed to hate him.
“Quit this fuckin’ bullshit and just give in.”
“No,” I growl, shoving at his chest.
“I won’t play this game with you any longer, Cricket. If I have to, I will
I lean in close. “Does it look like I care?”
He growls and pins me tighter against his body. When I’m this close
to him, and my body is pressing against his, I can feel every part of him.
His powerful form is twice the size of mine, and a good solid foot taller.
His arms tighten around me, and I know I have to think quickly. I stare
up at him, meeting those devastating eyes.
“Please,” I whisper. “Don’t do this to me.”
His eyes soften a touch, but only a touch. “Then give me what I want.”
I’m playing, only he doesn’t know it.
“I cared about you Axel, can’t you just remember that and let me go.
Remember how once, you cared for me too.”
He shakes his head. “Nice try, Cricket. It ain’t gonna work.”
I let my eyes fill with fake tears. “He was all I had left and you took
him from me, now you’re going to take the last of him and leave me with
He narrows his gaze. “You’ll find a way, that’s what strong people do.”
“No, Axel, that’s what you would do. I’m not you.”
“Girl I knew wouldn’t have a problem being that strong.”
“I’m not the girl you once knew, I grew up, Axel. Or hadn’t you
I press myself harder against him and he growls. I want to lean up
and kiss him, I can smell his masculine scent and it’s killing me that it’s
affecting my control. I realize I’m staring at his lips, and I quickly turn
away, biting mine.
“Stop fuckin’ doin’ that,” he murmurs.
I look back up at him, and slowly I lean up so my lips just graze his
ear. I’m having him on, I need to escape, but my body is betraying me,
because it’s enjoying the feeling of being in his arms. “Doing what?” I
“Fuckin’ hell, stop,” he growls.
I let a warm puff of air tickle his neck, and then I lean down, and I bite
him so hard I draw blood. His bellow of pain as he reels backwards is
enough to let me know it fucking hurt. I spin quickly, not looking back.
I launch up onto the bank, and without stopping, I run into the line of
“I’ll fuckin’ find you, Willow,” Axel roars. “Mark my fuckin’ words.”
I have no doubt he will.
But like always, I’ll find a way to escape him.
I always do.
About the Author
Bella Jewel is an Aussie girl through and through. She spent her life in Western Australia, growing up in many different areas of the state. She now currently lives in Perth with her husband, children and mass amounts of pets. She's crazy, fun, outgoing and friendly. Writing is her passion, she started at the young age of 18 but finally got the courage up to publish, and her first novel Hell's Knights was released in August 2013.
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I swing my leg over the chair, straddling him. His eyes are glassy and threaten to spill over.
“Close your eyes,” I whisper, trailing hot, wet kisses down his neck. He is drunk, and obeys me, much to my disbelief.
I smirk as his action has the desired effect. By closing his eyes, two teardrops are squeezed from his eyes, falling onto his stubbled cheeks. I lean down, touching my lips to his right cheek. My tastebuds spring to life, assuaged by the sudden taste of salt water.The taste of victory.
He took my father, my life, and now I have taken his oldest son from him. The taste of his sorrow beckons me, and I repeat my actions on his left cheek, this time darting my tongue out to catch his despair and drink it up, every last drop.
I rock on his lap, his erection already growing just from me straddling him. With my black funeral dress hitched up around my thighs, there is only a thin scrap of black lace and Dornan’s black pants separating us. He opens his eyes, and I sense he is surprised at the tender way I am touching him. In a way, so am I. But his sorrow, his devastation… it’s better than if I had tied him up and made him bleed for me.
Bleeding tears instead of blood, but it is all the same in the end. I will take every tear he has, every son, and then I will start letting blood.
Lili writes dark erotica and NA. Her debut serial novel, Seven Sons, is due to be released in early 2014, with the following books in the series to be released in quick succession. Lili quit corporate life to focus on writing and so far is loving every minute of it. Her other loves in life include her gorgeous husband, good coffee, hanging at the beach and running. She loves to read almost as much as she loves to write.
Cora Lewis is a whole lot of
fun, and she knows how to keep her tattooed bad boy friends in line. But all
that flash and sass hide the fact that she’s never gotten over the way her
first love broke her heart. Now she has a plan to make sure that never happens
again: She’s only going to fall in love with someone perfect. Rome Archer is as far from
perfect as a man can be. He’s stubborn and rigid, he’s bossy and has come back
from his final tour of duty fundamentally broken. Rome’s used to filling a
role: big brother, doting son, super soldier; and now none of these fit
anymore. Now he’s just a man trying to figure out what to do with the rest of
his life while keeping the demons of war and loss at bay. He would have been
glad to suffer it alone, until Cora comes sweeping into his life and becomes
the only color on his bleak horizon. Perfect isn’t in the cards for
these two, but imperfect might just last forever . . .
Rome, such a modern day tortured hero. A soldier home from war, loss of brother, a family teetering on the brink of imploding. He has a lot on his plate. These things make a guy grumpy. Cora doesn't care. So you've got problems. Who doesn't? Suck it up and don't make the ones who love you suffer.
I like Cora. I was unsure if I would click with her but she is pretty cool. Besides being a punk rock pixie, she's as loyal a friend as they come. I love her fierceness.
Book 3 in the Marked Men series, gives closure with Rule and Rome's family. Opens doors for Nash and Saint, who saw that bombshell coming?!
I also would like to state that this is a group of friends with some of the coolest names ever.
I’m supposed to share interesting details
about myself so that my readers get to know me so here we go in no particular
order: I’m an natural redhead even though I haven’t seen my real hair color in
years, I’m a big fan of tattoos and have a half sleeve on either arm and
various other pieces all over the place, I’ve been in the bar industry since I
was in college and it has always offered interesting insight into how men and
women interact with each other, I have 3 dogs that are all crazy, I live in
Colorado and love the snow, I love music and in all reality wish I could be a
rock star not a writer or a bartender but I have zero talent so there is that.
I love to write, love to read and all I’m
interested in is a good story with interesting characters that make the reader
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Kiddrick “Kidd” Jones is the president of the Renegades. He knows there is something special about Ice the moment his older brother, Chipper, brings her into the club, but stays away, because she is too young.
When time comes for Ice to take her place in the club, she has two choices, become an old lady or a club whore. Not believing in love and knowing a man can never be faithful, she decides to earn her spot on her back.
With each passing year, Kidd's feelings for Ice grows and the urge to make her his becomes stronger. Frustrated and jealous, he finally decides it’s time to claim her as his own.
Will Ice finally thaw out and give love a chance, or is Kidd fighting a losing battle?
Dawn Martens: I'm Dawn. I co-wrote a two books (Chase and Kade) with fellow author Chantal Fernando, in the Resisting Love. We went solo on three of the books, she wrote Ryder, and she is writing James, and I'm writing Derek.
Also working on a book currently with my friend Isabella Bearden, called A Second Chance!
AND I'm currently writing a book with good friend Emily Minton called Whiskey Lullaby.
I drink too much, Swear too much, and Read too much. Yes I read too much. I don't have a filter, and I tend to speak before I think.
I'm a beta reader for many authors, I'm on a few authors ARC list, because apparently I'm THAT awesome. ;) And I also edit. Not a professional, but I do help a few with that.
I have two children, 5&2, and have another on the way. They bug the shit outta me, but hey, that's what kids are supposed to do. ;) Married since 2007. He's amazing, but he's also a bigger pain in my ass than my kids are.
I love to read, and I love being able to write stories that *I* want to read!
I couldn't do this without the help of some very special friends!
The last thing Holly Harris expected was to wind up nineteen, knocked-up,
and all alone. When Coop left to pursue his dreams of becoming a rock god, he
left a tiny piece of him behind.
Holly wishes he hadn’t.
Jackson wishes he hadn’t.
Jackson Rowe tried filling the void his family left by drinking, screwing
around, and leaving a string of heartbroken women in his wake. Moving back to
Sugartown should have been easy, but he hadn’t counted on the fact his sometimes
attraction to Holly would still be alive and kicking—and he sure as hell hadn’t
counted on her being pregnant with another man’s baby.
They drive one another crazy, and yet they can’t stay away.
When old flames resurface, and even older wounds are torn open, can two
people so similar make it work? Or will their stubbornness only drive them
*Content Warning. Intended for a mature 18+ audience. Contains angst, a
crap-tonne of profanity, short-tempered Australian wildlife, and some very
Carmen Jenner is a thirty-something author, doctor, pilot and CIA agent.
She's also a compulsive, flagrant prevaricator who gets to make things up
for a living.
While Sugartown may not
technically exist, Carmen grew up in a small Australian town just like it, and
just like her characters, she always longed for something more. They didn't
have an Elijah Cade, though. If they did, you can be sure she would have never