A Daddy of the Month Club series prequel. In a town where monthly Ladies’ Nights means watered down drinks, soul-crushing disappointment, and one more lame pick-up line from another beer guzzling douche-canoe, twelve ladies decide they have had enough. Bonded by a random drunken conversation about one-handed reads, they leave the bar bound together by the one thing they all have in common: book boyfriends. Ladies’ Night will get a much-needed makeover when they form their own bi-monthly dirty book club where they gather together to read and indulge their ultimate fantasies over piles of good food, bottles of wine, and cocktails that are way better than the ones they get at the local pub. Join the club and get to know the girls. They don’t know it yet, but their happily-ever-afters are going to be EPIC.

Keely Whittle is off limits. Keely Whittle is off limits. Keely Whittle is off limits. I've known her for her whole life. She's my deceased best friend's little sister, now my best friend by default, and the closest thing I have left to anything resembling family. Watching out for her should be easy. Second Nature. Something I've always done. Why, with Austin gone, does it suddenly feel so different? I tell myself she's off limits on a daily basis- but there is one tiny problem. Keely is all grown up, and she doesn't feel the same way. She's smart, funny, smoking hot, and desperately trying to get into my pants-and my heart. Moving in with her was a really bad idea. \Good Luck Daddy is Book 1 in a hot new Rom-Com series about a group of friends, bonded over their love of dirty books with drool-worthy heroes, who eventually get their own hot, hilarious, happily-ever-afters.\

Fool Me Once - Shame on You. Fool Me twice - Shame on me. Eli Van Horn has been my best friend since I was in pigtails and Mary Janes. He’s the peanut butter to my jelly, the meat balls to my spaghetti, and the whipped cream on top of my hot fudge sundae. He’s also 100% gay. I’m sure of it. He has better fashion sense than me, had a poster of Justin Timberlake on his wall when we were teens, and lord, can that boy shop. The only problem, he’s never actually come out to me. That’s weird, right? Weirder still, he’s back in town and he swears he is not, never has been and never will be one to bat for the other team. And his sights are set on me. Is this all some elaborate prank to fool me into finding love with someone else, or could my gusband actually become my husband?

I moved to a new town for a fresh start, hoping to escape the strain of living under the watchful eye of the paparazzi. I was still famous, so, I knew there was always going to be newspaper headlines, camera flashes and screaming fans with boundary issues but I wasn't looking for a miracle, just a new place to call my own, and the illusion of some semblance of a normal life. Then a baby showed up on my doorstep and my gorgeous new neighbor came over with fresh baked banana bread. I was not looking for love. I didn’t want to settle down. But, She was everything I ever wanted and then some, and the baby was only happy when she was around. So much for a semblance of normal, but I might have found the happily ever after I never knew I always wanted.