Falling for the Fling
Bliss River | Book 1
The day of my best friend’s wedding, I’m the one rocking the strapless red taffeta and chef’s apron ensemble, running on zero sleep. Being both the event caterer and a bridesmaid is crazy, I know. But, I’m a pro. This is my seventh wedding after all—as bridesmaid, that is. Pretty sure that’s some kind of town record.
Still, no amount of my trademark meticulous planning could’ve possibly prepared me to see him again. The prodigal Doctor Dreamy himself, Mason Stewart. My first (and only) love who disappeared without a word literally the day after proposing to me.
What the heck is he doing back in Bliss River? And how is it at all fair that he looks this good? Also, holy crap, why is he coming this way?
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There she is. Somehow even more beautiful than I remember. This overdue apology is one I’ve rehearsed since the day I left, pulverized by my own family, positive I'd never be good enough for the only girl I've ever loved. Took a lot of both time and therapy, but I finally managed to fix what they broke. And now I’m here to repair what I broke.
I know Lark. She’ll see this second chance I’m hoping for as a no-strings fling so we can each get closure and move on. Right. Like it’s just that easy. You don’t move on from a woman like Lark. And I’m pretty sure a clothing-optional arrangement will make that feat infinitely more impossible.
Still, it’s a start—a way for Lark to see the man I’ve become. A man who isn’t looking for a fling, but rather, matching rings, kids, the whole nine yards.
Previously titled Dating Dr. Dreamy. Same swoony, feel-good story, just with a fresh title and cover makeover.
Falling for the Ex
Bliss River | Book 2
“You’ve been served, ma’am.” As if being called ‘ma’am’ isn’t bad enough. Turns out, my cheating ex is suing me for custody of our daughter.
This means war.
I may have stayed mostly rational while the jerk dipped his wick all over the county, but now I’m going full mama bear on his hide. Don’t mistake the filtered mom-of-a-toddler speak for meekness because son of a biscuit, I’m aiming to straight-up knee the man in his twig and berries.
Fancy lawyer, private detective, you name it, I’m doing it.
But then my other ex, Nash, my first crush (first everything, really) who I have a decade-long love-hate relationship with, gives me the idea for the craziest solution of all…
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Did I really just agree to what I think I did? With the one human who can drive me crazier than anyone ever has, and likely ever will? The mother of undoubtedly the cutest toddler ever? The woman whose prick of an ex-husband makes me want to aim my service weapon at his head?
Yes. Yes, I did.
And that’s how we end up tying the knot at the courthouse.
I know this all started as an albeit convoluted way to help Aria keep custody of her kid. But when the lines start blurring and playing pretend house becomes something I don’t ever want to give up, I know playtime is over.
Now it’s time I convince my prickly bride to start falling in love with me (again).
Previously titled Married to the Enemy. Same swoony, feel-good story, just with a fresh title and cover makeover.
Falling for the Bad Boy
Bliss River | Book 3
Since when do bad boy tattoo artists do the nice-guy thing? Isn’t that a rulebook violation or something? Here I was, perfectly oblivious about never having been truly hot and bothered before. Then Nick goes and kisses me, effectively making every paltry lip-lock I’d ever had in the past utterly forgettable in comparison.
But what does he do after learning I still have my v-card? He locks us in the friend zone. Maddening, really, since no safe, tame guy even registers for me anymore. Seems it’s intense, rumbly-voiced swooniness or nothing for this girl.
So, do I go to Nick’s shop and ask him to ink me as part of a big master plan? Nope. It just happens. Admittedly, the liberating request comes out a little dirtier than I intend.
Which just makes it doubly perfect.
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For such a nice, good girl, Melody sure knows how to be all kinds of trouble for me. Seriously, what the hell had I been thinking kissing her? It’s been a month now and I still can’t get it—or her—out of my head. There are too many reasons I shouldn’t get close to her. And she makes me forget every single one. Her town sweetheart status and innocence aside, she’s also my boss’s sister. Until my new tattoo shop takes off, I can’t afford to lose my day job.
But, it’s no use. Fact is, no other woman is going to do it for me anymore. It’s cute, funny, beautiful-inside-and-out sweetness or nothing. That said, I need to keep my distance. At least until I can make something of myself. A guy like me co-owning a business? That’s something. This thing with Melody, on the other hand?
It could be everything.
Previously titled Virgin Seeks Bad Boy. Same swoony, feel-good story, just with a fresh title and cover makeover.