Single father, member of a local motorcycle club, bar owner...and currently looking for an accountant. In another life, he was someone I'd stay away from. Not because of his tattoos, his past, or even the messy single-parent drama. It was his looks that would have kept me away. Dark blonde hair, mussed and unfairly perfect, lake green eyes, and that strong jaw that could easily cut glass. Don't even get me started on those dark jeans that were always straddling his chrome bike and the white t-shirt he wore that barely fit his sculpted arms. He was too much. It didn't help matters that he was also a massive jerk. But in this life, the one where I was broke and unemployed...he was my best shot. All I had to do was resist his adorable kids, deny their movie night invitations, and under no circumstances crawl onto their trampoline and stargaze with them and their dad. I had a plan, a way to keep my distance but I had never been great at following my own advice. Maybe if I had been, I wouldn’t have found myself being used as a pawn between a notorious biker gang and the man who was slowly claiming my heart. \This has updated content, including explicit scenes.\

I met him on Monday and was ready to murder him by Friday. Egotistical. Prideful. Mean. I didn't care that he had a godlike jaw structure or a body that was masculine perfection. I detested men like Jackson Tate and he was about to find out why. Except, the metaphorical ball I was ready to throw landed in his court instead, giving him the upper hand and intel he shouldn't be privy to. Now I was at his mercy and playing by his rules. This is the prologue to the full-length novel 'Fade.'

A second chance romance with a suspenseful twist... Jackson Tate broke my heart into a thousand pitiful pieces. I’m not too proud to admit it, I am, however, too proud to ever be in the same room as him again. I had successfully avoided him for three months until an old threat surfaced, forcing him back into my life. The detective in charge ushered us out of town and tucked us away, where no one would look: My family’s farm in small-town Indiana. Suddenly Jackson was invading my home, my family, and sharing my Jack and Jill bathroom; lighting all my nerve endings on fire. I wasn’t sure which threat was more deadly; the one forcing me from Chicago, or the one sleeping across the hall. This can be read as a standalone, however, most reviewers have found reading 'Glimmer' first makes it more enjoyable.