Hunter Rules are meant to be broken. Except for one–Women can't get enough peonies. Even the girl in front of me in line is admiring the peonies in my hand. While I need these particular flowers for my latest plot, I'll still give Meghan the biggest, thickest bouquet I can find. It's flattering how much she wants my peonies– And I don't mind personally delivering. Meghan I love rules. They make life simple. One rule I have for my future boyfriend? Fresh flowers every week. The hot guy behind me in line had a gorgeous bouquet. He was perfect boyfriend material… Until Mr. Perfect broke the unwritten rule of New York City lunch hour and found a devious way to cut the line. He took my spot, making me late for a meeting, and then had the audacity to hand me his peonies as he waltzed out with what should have been my sandwich! A wink and flowers from a handsome guy won't fix my disaster of a life. My career as a lawyer is failing before it even started. I live in a tiny, crumbling apartment. I have to deal with my obnoxious supervisor who seems intent on taking Hunter's peonies for herself Except that his peonies (and other flowers) are mine. They were delivered to my desk at work! Bouquet aside, Hunter breaks all my rules. I know I should ignore him. I know it's going to be an epic disaster. But when he shows up at my door shirtless, with another excessive bouquet, well, I have to say screw the rules; I want his peonies and the rest of him too! This is a fun novella that is a prequel kickoff to my new romantic comedy series about the Svensson Brothers! This RomCom features a boiling hot romance, the largest selection of hot brothers to ever grace your e-reader, oh and a massive freaking cliffhanger! \sorry-not-sorry-since-it's-a-prequal-and-I-pinky-promise-I-will-make-it-right\.

A short romantic comedy in which Meg goes on a Tinder date and Hunter flips out.

Mace Discipline is what separates the successful from the fakers. I am always fully in control of my company, my family, and my life. Even my diet is perfectly regulated—that includes no candy. Except when my new assistant sprays chocolate sauce all over me and passes out drunk in my car, it marks the point where my control over everything starts to unravel. Josie is a walking disaster and some sort of sugar addict. And she's determined to turn me into a fiend for her candy. Josie Routines are the enemy of life. I live to be spontaneous. My new billionaire boss looks like he needs something sweet in his life. I graciously offered to let him stick his hand in my candy jar. It has salt water taffy and gummy worms! I can't believe he thought it was inappropriate! I feel sorry for the guy. His little brothers are miserable, his PowerPoints are uninspired, and his life is seriously lacking in joy. And candy. Thought if I'm being honest, I could use a little more discipline. My YOLO, fly-by-the-seat-of-my pants philosophy already sent my life into a tailspin. It cost me the entirety of my life savings. I'm living in a dilapidated tiny house that’s trying to kill me. I regularly eat chocolate chips and boxed wine for dinner. In an effort to redeem myself, I set out to show Mace that I wasn't a clumsy, car destroying, electronic-killing accident-prone, walking disaster. That lasted all of five minute before I set his seaweed and quinoa lunch on fire. Yeah, I didn't know that was a thing either. I can tell I'm a bad influence. I see him lick his lips when we're alone. I just have to convince him to take one little bite… Because once he has a taste, he's going to want to stick his whole face in my candy jar. This standalone, full length romantic comedy has no cliffhangers! It features a boiling hot romance, the largest selection of hot brothers to ever grace your e-reader, and a heroine prone to making suggestive comments!

This is a free short story that is given away to the author's mailing list subscribers. It follows Mace and Josie as she tries to plan a surprise party. It is ~5,500 words.

When I first laid eyes on the curvy brunette, she made me a drink then said I made her wet I couldn’t pass up the invitation. I wanted her to paint me like one of her French boys. Before I walked out of her dinky small town café, I left my card, all black. I'll show her—this billionaire can be very creative. I am, after all, quite a talented finger painter! Hazel I turn weird and awkward around attractive men. I'm a nervous sweater, and when Archer walked into my art café that night, he was making me soaking wet. He was stupidly attractive—which caused me to go into excruciating detail about my sweating problem, insult what he had under his fig leaf, and imply I was running a brothel. But he left his card, so I couldn’t have been all bad. I needed the ego boost. My career as an artist was a joke. I was desperately trying to live the #bossbabe life after I couldn't hack it as an artist in New York City and moved back to my small hometown. Now my business is failing. I'm hosting an artists' retreat that is more day drinking octogenarians than renowned painters. The mean girl from art school moved into town and is trying to ruin my life. But hey, suffering is inspirational, right? But then so is Archer. With his model good looks and muscular, tattooed chest, Archer might be the creative, maybe even crazy, idea that I desperately need to save my disaster of a life. So I called…And immediately regretted it. When I yelled at him later about the practical joke, he smiled that stupid hot smile. I knew I should forget I ever met Archer Svensson—knew he was just a crazy stupid idea. But when he said in that deep, sexy voice, "Do you want to paint me nude?" well, let's just say, he awoke the starving artist in me. This standalone, full length romantic comedy has no cliffhangers! It features a boiling hot romance, the largest selection of hot brothers to ever grace your e-reader, and a heroine prone to making suggestive comments!

This is a free short story that is given away to the author's mailing list subscribers. It follows Archer and Hazel as he plans a proposal and she plans a new dessert! It is ~5,800 words.

Fall. Autumn. It doesn't matter what you call it, I hate it. I despise pumpkins, Halloween, and the overwhelming sense of dread as the cold and damp move in. But when my new chauffeur drives up in a hearse, Halloween carols blaring, I realize there will be no escape from the holiday. Penny is the self-proclaimed Queen of Fall. And it's her mission to turn me into a pumpkin spice fiend. Penny Fall is the best time of the year! I love pumpkin spice everything, cozy scarves, and nostalgic movies. But most of all, I love Halloween. My quaint home town of Harrogate is the perfect place to celebrate the holiday. We're the original Halloween town. We have celebrations all month! I should be more excited, except that I'm going back to Harrogate after failing to make it as a journalist in Manhattan. Instead of living out my dreams, I'm living in a dilapidated Victorian house with creepy identical twins, a black cat named Salem, and a snobby ghost. I also have a new temp job with a sexy, but grouchy billionaire who is determined to make me quit. Garrett is in desperate need of some Halloween cheer. But as much as I want to take him in the back of my hearse and have my way with him (okay that's a little creepy!) I can't be distracted by his washboard abs. I'm up to my eyeballs in debt. The mean girl from high school is now my mean coworker and is trying to wreck my life. My mother wants me to write a juicy tell-all about Garrett and his huge family. Yep, I’m going to trick the cold-blooded billionaire. I know I need to stick with the plan and weasel enough information out of my boss to write a killer article for a big payday. But when Garrett says in that deep, sexy voice, "Nice costume." Instead of playing a trick, I'd rather give him a treat! This standalone, full length romantic comedy has no cliffhangers! It features plenty of steam, the largest selection of hot brothers to ever grace your e-reader, and a multitude of Halloween innuendos!

This is a free short story that is given away to the author's mailing list subscribers. It follows Penny and Garrett as thye plan Thanksgiving for their friends and family! It is ~7,500 words.

The world is a cold dead place. You would think so too if you grew up in a polygamist cult. Everyone was crazy—My father, his wives, my older brothers who abandoned me. Though I can’t escape the crazy brothers, I think I’ve finally managed to find balance. Until some crazy curvy girl storms into my restaurant interrupts my date and dumps the entire table's worth of food on me. Sadie I swear I’m not crazy. I just have a little problem. Ok, a big problem. No, not the fact that my father and his girlfriend stole my identity and my college tuition money. No, not the fact that I did not go to school for something marketable and am now unemployed. I mean those are big problems but I have a huge problem. I’m still a virgin at age twenty-four. In hindsight, I shouldn’t have gone to a private all women college, but now I need a man, immediately. A big one, because like I said I have a big virginity problem Parker seems perfect in his online profile. Rich, handsome, multiple PhDs, CTO of a huge company. ‘Til he stands me up and I see him on a date with another girl. Yes, I freaked the f-out. No, jail wasn’t fun. And it also wasn’t fun when I showed up for my new job the next day to find out that, guess who, is my new boss. But he is big—in more ways than one. And I do have a big problem. Common sense says to find anyone other than Parker Svensson with his scowl, his obnoxious boasting about his net worth, and his drool-worthy, washboard abs. But when he offers to help me solve my huge virginity problem, well let’s just say I don’t want him for his brain, I’m only after his body. This standalone, full length romantic comedy has no cliffhangers! It features plenty of steam, the largest selection of hot brothers to ever grace your e-reader, and a hilarious heroine!

Prom got you down? Fake boyfriend. Your frenemy is getting married? Fake wedding date. Need to beat your awful half-sister at inheriting the family estate? Totally nabbing a fake fiancé! When your wedding-crazy, septuagenarian grandmother arranges a contest to see which of her granddaughters marries first, you have to bring out the big guns. And my billionaire boss Blade’s guns are banging! Billionaire, high powered CEO, more money than personality, Blade Svensson is all business. He needs to win a contract, and I need a house. He and I both know that this is a logical, rational response to one of life’s many curveballs. There’s an expiration date on our fake relationship. There are also rules to make sure we both come out unscathed. No lying, no sex (yes Avery, it doesn’t matter that he sleeps half naked, NO SEX!) and absolutely no falling in love!

Revenge is best served cold, but Weston is smoking hot! Bullies never get what’s coming to them. Instead they lead charmed lives while their victims continue to spiral into an anxious ball of junk food and wine fueled self-care. No just me? Probably because I had to move back to my small home town with only broke and reeking of failure. The only consolation of working for free at my Gran’s failing restaurant? Weston freaking Svensson, with whom I’d had a reputation ruining encounter with in high school, wasn’t in town. That is until he walks into the restaurant, arm in arm with the high school mean girl, and destroys my safe space. No, I didn’t put poison in their food—I am a jam maker and food is sacred. But I did plot the most epic plan of revenge. I needed to get one over on the biggest baddest high school bully and prove that I wasn’t the awkward pushover anymore, just like Weston wasn’t the obnoxious teenager anymore. Now he was a powerful billionaire. Though he’s taller, sexier, bigger, I need to stay on my guard. I know men like Weston don’t really change. Or did he? Sex is part of the plan to ruin his life like he ruined mine. But what if I’m the one who gets caught in the trap?

Hunter Five years ago, I royally screwed up, lied, and broke the heart of the woman I love. A sane man would buy her a nice present and grovel. Guess I must be crazy. I love Meg more than anything. So why am I running against her for Mayor of Harrogate? Meghan That lying, scheming, son of a \bleep!\ He handed me a bouquet, smirked, and asked if I liked having his hands on my flower petals. Next thing I know, I’m homeless, penniless, and Hunter’s trying to steal my job! After imploding my life five years ago, I swore I was going to get over him. Kind of hard in a small town where he’s schmoozing people at every meeting and somehow crashing all of my dates. I love my town and care about the people in it. I’ve been the de facto mayor since I moved back. And I’m not letting some entitled billionaire waltz in and take my job. Hunter might think he’s going to win—after all, he is the most eligible bachelor in our small town, with his washboard abs, his billions, and his fast cars. All the women want him. Except me. Nope. No way. I swear. All’s fair in love and small town politics I’m not going down without a fight. I know Hunter’s still hung up on me. A low-cut top and a push-up bra, and he’s a drooling idiot at the first debate. The election is as good as mine. As long as I don’t let Hunter and his panty-melting promises of—ahem—stress relief distract me. I’m going to win this mayoral race. As long as I remember not to lose my heart. This standalone, full-length romantic comedy has no cliffhangers but does have a swoon-worthy HEA! It features plenty of steam, the largest selection of hot brothers to ever grace your e-reader, and second-chance romance that is long overdue!

When the townspeople of Harrogate almost riot over the Christmas décor thievery committed by the chair of the Elf on the Shelf Committee, I know I’m not going to survive the holiday season unless drastic action is taken. Biddy Jefferson turning up dead in my Christmas market stall is not exactly the type of drastic measure I had in mind. With no alibi and a town obsessed with pinning the murder on me, I have to clear my name. This is on top of planning the upcoming holiday ball, dealing with quirky stall owners in the Christmas market, and corralling confused tourists. It doesn’t help that Remington Svensson, Harrogate’s newest Christmas cop (like I said, small town; don’t ask) thinks I did it. Pathetically, this does nothing to squelch the years-long unrequited crush on him I’ve been harboring. With my best friends, a half sister who is obsessed with my nonexistent dating life, and lots of spiked hot chocolate, I’m going to find the real killer… and maybe unwrap a certain sexy Christmas package! This is a stand-alone, funny holiday romance mystery. Holiday puns, sexy law enforcement, all the steam underneath your tree—oh yeah, and a murder!