When the going gets tough...

Fix me...

The Razors Ice Series ♥ Book Trailer

From the magical charm of a deserted island in the South Pacific…

to the heated passion of a mountain getaway…

these hot and sweet romances
will have you falling in love with hockey all over again!

Your true love is waiting...

Romance books to satisfy your every desire...

Put the pedal to the metal...

The premiere of the book trailer for Runnin' Out of Road is up on my YouTube channel!

Watching this makes me want to go on a road trip! Who's with me?

Thorne Creek Romance Sale

Today's the day you can get your hands on both of the Thorne Creek books for one super low price!

Get swept away...

Underneath It All

Thorne Creek, Book 1

Nick and Emily Barrett grew up in the shadow of their mother’s shameful secret. And when she passes away unexpectedly, estranged brother and sister must return to their childhood home in August Lake and sort through the past. Emily begins to lose hope, but when she discovers a mysterious man living in the guesthouse, she realizes that she isn’t the only one harboring a shocking secret.

Romance just rolled into town...

Runnin' Out of Road

Thorne Creek, Book 2

Nick Barrett has been battling a case of wanderlust his entire life. When he’s given the opportunity to settle down in a permanent home, he naturally high-tails it out of town, gunning all 450 horsepower in his 1970 Chevelle. On the road, he meets a sexy hitchhiker who gives him a run for his money. Will the two of them find what it is they’re looking for or run out of road in the meantime?

I hope you enjoy Emily and Nick's stories!

Are you in there, Josh?

🎔 New book trailer for Falling Awake 🎔

When hope wears thin, love can fill in the blanks...

Submerse yourself...

Remember this one?

My name is Olivia Sharpe. I live in glitzy Las Vegas at the top of the Sharpe Hotel and Casino, shut away from the world just the way I like it.

Five years ago, the first and only time I gave myself to a man, something terrible happened. Since then, I’ve remained isolated where no one can hurt me. Recently, in a moment of weakness, of desperate loneliness, I called someone. Some call him gigolo, others call him an escort, rent-boy, or a male prostitute. I call him Dillon.

I had only meant to paint him, to capture his tan muscled physique, those chiseled features, that captivating smile on canvas. However, what started out as one call turned into two, into three…

Then everything changed.