Excerpt from On The Rebound

Zachary Messiah knew me; he knew my heart. I didn’t want to risk giving it to anyone else. Not when people had a history of leaving me.

My eyes started to flutter closed, but Zach pinned me with a hard look. He needed to see me, to know this was real.

He leaned down, kissing me, sliding his tongue against mine in deep erotic licks. “I want to hate you, Calli, I want to hate you so much...”

“But you can’t.” I gave him a sad smile because I couldn’t hate him either.

Something flashed in Zach’s eyes, but he didn’t reply. Instead, he loved my body, silently telling me everything I needed to know.

Zach didn’t hate me.

He hated to love me.

And the feeling was entirely mutual.

MORE ABOUT ON THE REBOUND

​They say your first love leaves a mark. 

For Calliope James it didn't only leave a mark, it tore out her heart and left it bleeding on the ground.

He was her best friend.
Her first kiss.
Her everything.

Until one day, he wasn't. 

Zachary Messiah will never forget the girl with eyes the color of whiskey. But he's not that boy anymore. 

Cold.
Cruel. 
He's devoid of emotion. 

Their paths were never supposed to cross again. But love doesn't always play by the rules.

Now he's the King of Steinbeck University and she's the new girl on campus ... and the pasts they have fought so hard to bury are about to collide.

Only this time, they might not survive the fallout.
​

Excerpt from A Very Fumbling Merry Christmas

​“I didn’t get to tell you about my great idea yet. Hunter totally stole my thunder.” She grabs my hand and drags me over to the couch. I try to adjust my pants, but there’s no hiding the tripod I’m sporting right now.
“I can see why you chose Hunter to pop your cherry, girl. You’re lucky that monster didn’t split you in two.”
“Stop checking out my husband’s cock, Zee!” I love that Faith’s tone is jokey but with a possessive undercurrent.
“In my defense, it’s kind of hard to miss right now.” Coop’s brow furrows, but he keeps his mouth shut, which is so unlike him. Has he been replaced with an alien imposter? This guy has got it bad.
“Secret Santa!” Faith blurts out. She does that sometimes—shouts one or two words that really should be part of a coherent thought. I’ve gotten used to reminding her that I can’t actually read her mind.
“You’re going to have to elaborate on that thought, love.” I chuckle as she realizes we have no idea what she’s talking about.
“Yeah. So, I was thinking you and I could have a little wager.” The second I hear the word, I know I’m in for a crazy December.
“Another wager? You know how the last one turned out.”
“Exactly! I got the man of my dreams, and I won the wager. You cashed in my V-Card. You really punched it, stamped it, humped it to within an inch of its life.” Coop and Zee snigger as Faith goes off on one of her tangents.
“Love, please stop talking about your V-Card. What’s the new wager?” I know I’m going to regret asking.
“My favorite part of Christmas was never big or expensive gifts. It was the junk I got in my stocking. The silly games or some little trinket that ‘Santa’ knew I liked. I think it would be fun to have a Secret Santa wager. From now until Christmas Eve, we see which one of us can find the most ridiculous, funny gift for each other. What do you think?”
God, I love her sense of humor. This is actually a really good idea. It will certainly make the yuletide interesting. Not that it could ever be dull with Faith around. I hold out my hand to shake on it.
“You have yourself a deal, Mrs. Vaughn.”
“Oh, hold up!” Zee interjects. “We want in on that wager.” Coop looks as surprised as me.
“We do?”
“Come on. We could use some fun! If we’re all going to Aspen together, we should all be in on this wager. They got to have so much fun with their last one. Why shouldn’t we have some laughs?”
“I thought you weren’t sure if you wanted to keep me around until Christmas.”
“Don’t be a drama queen, Coop. Let’s do it, please?” One look at her pouty lips, and he’s a goner. They both turn to us expectantly, seeking entrance to another of Faith’s hair-brained plans.
“Wasn’t my idea. Not my call. What do you think, Faith? It’s your hair-brained scheme. Does this plan have room for two more?”
“I’d have gladly helped with the first plan if given the chance.” Coop thinks he’s being funny, but I want to throat punch him right about now.
“Say that again, and your Christmas present from me will be a shallow grave.” Faith is practically bouncing, she’s so excited at the prospect of a new game.
“Okay, okay. We can make this work. It’s going to be even better with all four of us. First, we need some ground rules.”
“We’re listening.”
“First of all, there’s a hundred dollar spend limit for any one gift. Second, you can only gift once a day. Rule three, this is anonymous in the spirit of Secret Santa. We don’t have to pick names out of a hat or anything. You’re free to gift to whomever you choose. On Christmas Eve, we’ll reveal who gave each of the gifts. Sound good?”
Coop immediately chimes in with the same thought as me. “Are we allowed dirty gifts?” Faith looks to me with mischief dancing in her eyes like sugar plum fairies before wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
“Anything goes!” She’s going to be the death of me.
“Are you sure about that? Coop has a pretty twisted sense of humor.”
“It’ll be fun. Yes, anything goes.” Then, I see the light go on in Zee’s eyes. She’s already thinking up something dirty.
“We need to add another rule. Whatever gift you receive, you have to use it.” I suddenly feel old as fuck.
“Are you all remembering that I’m an old man pushing forty?”
“All the more fun,” Faith teases. I should’ve kept my mouth shut. Coop is going to crucify me.
“Okay, old man river. I’m going to be in my thirties next year. Is this what I have to look forward to?”
“I could still take you down on and off the field, Danford!”
“I just let you think that. I wouldn’t want you to bust a hip trying to keep up with me.”
“You’re right. I wouldn’t want to injure myself walking to the closet to get my Hall of Fame jacket. You don’t have that problem.” Verbal sparring with Coop is one of my favorite pastimes. Only the three Fs give me more pleasure—Faith, fucking, and football.
Coop flips me the bird before grabbing four shot glasses from the kitchen and a bottle of tequila from my not-so-secret liquor cabinet. Handing us each a shot glass, he fills them to the rim.
“To our festive wager. May Secret Santa bring you everything you want this Christmas, and maybe some stuff you don’t. To us… the naughty and the nice!”

MORE ABOUT A VERY FUMBLING MERRY CHRISTMAS

​With the holidays looming, Faith and Hunter begin the festive season with a bang.

Join the new Mr. & Mrs. Vaughn as they embark on their first Christmas together, and nothing says Christmas like a secret Santa wager! Back to their old tricks, Faith and Hunter attempt to best each other when it comes to gift giving.

When their best friends want in on the wager, be ready for some fumbling, holiday shenanigans!
​

She is completely torn between a husband who will help her raise the baby she is carrying
and the rock star who she still loves, is the father of the baby, and set to go overseas for two years.
There's no easy decision in this equation.
Get NO COMMITMENT to discover her choice

Excerpt from No Commitment

“Why are you here?” he asks.

I glance at him, and I wish I hadn’t. The lust is written all over his face. His lips are swollen from our kiss, and he’s panting lightly—much like me. He wants this, wants me, and maybe he would’ve taken me right here on the patio if I hadn’t pushed him away.

But it’s not just that written in his eyes. It’s the disappointment...in me. I keep hurting people I care about, and I can’t seem to stop. I can’t seem to do much of anything right these days, and at this point, I don’t even know what right is.

“I don’t know,” I whisper. That hangs between us for a beat, and then I add, “I just had to see you. I had to know if it’s real and if it’s all still there so I can make the right decision.”

“You know what the right decision is,” he mutters, turning away from me and toward the fire. He says it so easily, like there’s not even a question.

That hurts more than it should.
​
He doesn’t get it. Yes, it should be him. The answer should be easy. But there’s someone else in the picture who’s thinking the exact same things: my husband.

MORE ABOUT NO COMMITMENT

No commitment. That was my deal with Tyler from the start, at least until his tour was over and we could be together. But thirty days filming a reality show here, two years overseas with his band there... Is it really any wonder why I didn’t tell him about the baby?

He comes looking for me once he’s back in the country, but he runs into the man I married instead. Eventually I agree to meet him so I can put the past truly behind me. When I see him, though, every feeling I held inside comes rushing back.

My husband and I vowed to raise this baby together. But as I find myself drifting away from the husband who stole my job and gravitating toward the rock star who stole my heart, I realize he deserves the truth.

I just have no idea how this rock star who doesn’t make commitments is going to react to the fact that he’s a father.

MEET AUTHOR LISA SUZANNE

Lisa Suzanne is a romance author who resides in Arizona with her husband and two kids. She’s a former high school English teacher and college composition instructor. When she's not chasing her kids, she can be found working on her latest book or watching reruns of Friends.

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Excerpt from Licked

​I’m warm, warmer than I usually am when I’m in bed. Add in the fact that there’s a hand holding my breast and a hard cock wedged between the cheeks of my ass. I’m not complaining, especially because I know they belong to Ryder. 

It sucked that he came over dead to the world last night, and that he was so exhausted we barely whispered good night. His hours are definitely on the weird side, but I see how Aspen and Jasper make it work, and his are even worse. We’ll make this work no matter what time Ryder makes it in. 

“Ryder.” My voice is still scratchy with sleep. I moan as he rocks his hips into mine, his fingers pinching my taut nipples. 

“Morning, sugar.” He moves our bodies until I’m lying flat on my back and wedges his hips between my legs. I let out another moan. My eyes are already rolling back as I feel all kinds of ecstasy coursing through my body. 

​“This has to be the best way ever to wake up.” I arch up into him. It causes my shirt to ride up, the undersides of my breasts showing now. 

MEET AUTHOR TORY BAKER

Tory Baker is a devoted mother to her two children, who keep her busy with their abundance of energy and sports. She's a dog mom to her Weimaraner, Remi and her Beagle, Gunner. She lives in sunny Florida where she enjoys the sun, sand, and water anytime she can. Most of the time you can find her outside with her laptop, soaking up the rays while writing about Alpha men who love their women with everything they have to give and puts them first in everything they do with a guaranteed happily ever after.

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Excerpt from Garnish With a Candy Cane

My good mood instantly dissipates when I enter the building. Some asshole leans too damn close to Noelle, staring at her instead of the monitor as she points out something on her screen.
I’m not into men but even I know he’s attractive. Tall and tatted with that silver fox, daddy vibe going on that girls like, especially ones who have lost their parents and need someone to take care of them. Like this bastard seems to have figured out with Noelle. Motherfucker wants my Duchess. “Don’t think I won’t kill you if you don’t get the fuck away from her.”
I thrive on the terror blanching his face from my threat, and he jerks back from the counter, and most importantly, from my girl. Who unsurprisingly shoots up from her chair, horror bursting on her face from my fury.
“Whoa.” His palms fly up in quick surrender. He’s a pansy ass coward, but at least smart enough not to challenge me. “I just wanted to order–”
“I don’t give a fuck what you wanted. Leave or die, your choice.”
With fear rolling through his body, he shakes his head and hustles past me. Two seconds later the bell jingles before the door slams shut. Her gaze follows his path until slowly returning her huge eyes to meet mine.
“What in the world are you doing?”
She sounds absurdly shocked. As if she doesn’t understand what happened. As if she doesn’t realize what’s happening between us. “He was ogling you.”
“He was ordering a cake for his work!”
I stare at her in awe when I realize she genuinely believes the bullshit she’s spouting to me. I love my sweet naïve Duchess. She really has no idea how fucking magnificent she is. “Bullshit. No man orders a cake for his work.”
All rowdy with her little fists on her hips as she stares up at me. I like when she challenges me.
“You don’t know that.”
“I do know that. Men do everything for two reasons – money or women. He was pretending to care about icing flavors when he really wanted to devour you. When I walked in here, he was looking down your dress instead of at the pictures on your computer. He didn’t give a fuck about getting anything but you.”
Her head falls forward studying her neckline before her trembling hand pushes the gaping material flat against her chest. Shame floods her expression when she looks up again with the realization he could see the curves of her luscious tits peeking out of her bra. She stares at me, examining me to search for honesty or insanity or rationality. Finding all three, she shakes her head. “You are unbelievable.”

MORE ABOUT GARNISH WITH A CANDY CANE

Deals made when you're drunk don't count, right? 
Wrong. At least according to mob boss Duke Toscani. Our alcohol-induced agreement is simple – He's mine and I'm his.
What he doesn't realize though is I'm a package deal. My grandmother took care of me when I was orphaned, and now it's my turn to take care of her. Even if I have to work three jobs and skip a few meals and good nights' sleep to do it. She may believe in Christmas miracles, but I'll need a lot more than Santa's elves to save me from the man on the very top of the naughty list.

Queen of Hearts is the conclusion of the Club Eros Series.
There's something to be said about teenage love.
Theirs ruined it for everyone else.
Will Fiona and Levi finally get their second chance at their forever together 
or will family and the military continue to keep them apart?

Excerpt from Queen of Hearts

​“What can I get you?” the male bartender asks me. The woman barely acknowledges my presence. She’s wearing a red ribbon around her throat – an attached sub. No wonder she’s not paying me any mind. She’s not allowed.
“Macallan 18, neat.”
He nods and turns to pour my drink. I take a seat in one of the empty stools that faces the room and make myself comfortable. He slides the drink across the bar to me. I sip it slowly, allowing the heat of the aged whiskey to warm me from the inside out while I take in my surroundings.
There is a scene on the stage at the far end. A man restrained in cuffs being mercilessly teased- brought to the edge of orgasm before his mistress stops all attention until he is no longer hard and then starts all over again. He begs her for mercy, only to earn himself a swift retaliation with her flogger.
“Who is the domme on stage?” I ask the bartender.
“That’s the Queen of Hearts,” he responds with a laugh. When I raise my brow in question to her name, he explains. “Nearly every submissive she plays with professes their undying love for her by the end of their scene. She refuses to take a permanent submissive. She cuts them off – refusing to play with them again the moment the word love spills from their mouths. Kind of an “Off with his head!” moment a la Alice in Wonderland.”
Returning my attention to the stage, I note that his mistress finally had mercy on him, allowing him to come in her hand. She coos softly to him as he empties himself for her. Another man quickly joins them onstage, releasing the man from his shackles and performing the necessary task of aftercare. This was a punishment scene and she was not his usual dom. Interesting.
I watch as she excuses herself from the couple on stage. My seat is the perfect place that I can see her remove her elbow-length latex gloves and the silver mask that hides the top half of her face – though she turns before I can get a good look. She has a killer body that only adds to the cruelty of her being a domme. I wonder what would drive such a beautiful woman to this kind of lifestyle. Has she been hurt by a former lover? Is that why she won't take a permanent submissive?
I scan the room looking for the woman but don't see her anywhere. It's just as well. I'm not a submissive nor am I interested in playing tonight. I just want to forget the reason I am back in the city. I want to forget the emptiness of the home I'll have to return to tonight. I want to forget the pain that is waiting for me in a place that used to be a safe haven – not just for me, but for my friends, too. How many times had we gathered in my home for my girls to escape their parents? How many times had mom and dad helped me, us, with the trials of being a teenager? I miss them so much that it makes the breath catch in my throat. I toss back the rest of my whiskey, rather than savor the flavor of the expensive liquor.
“Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, he walks into mine.” 
I turn at the soft purr I’d recognize anywhere, even if it’s been years since I’ve heard it. I smile as I take in the gorgeousness before me. Long red curls, flawless porcelain skin, deep blue eyes, and curves for days showcased by a black leather bustier, black leather pants, and blood-red stilettos just like the domme that had been on stage. My god, she grew up well.
“Princess.”
​

 MORE ABOUT QUEEN OF HEARTS

​If I am the Queen of Hearts, why am I so lonely? I’ll tell you. It’s because no one can measure up to him. To the one that I gave my heart to when I was a teenager. I gave it to him and never got it back. I thought Levi Stone would be my forever until suddenly, he wasn’t. No one else has ever come close to the impossible standard he set, and I refuse to accept less. I am content, now, with my single life - until the day he shows up in my club.

Is it too much to hope for a second chance at our happily ever after? Or will the dark forces that forced us apart two decades ago return to destroy us again?

MEET AUTHOR J. SILENCE

I’ve always had a wild imagination – making up stories since I was a little girl. I began writing them down in middle school and finally took the steps to publish them for the world in 2014. Since then, I’ve published over 20 novels in 5 different series with another 5 novels currently in progress. When I’m not writing, I am a full-time contract analyst for a university health system in North Carolina where I live with 2 human kids, 3 dogs, and my husband. I love my readers and hope to one day be recognized  as someone’s favorite author while out doing a grocery run on a random day.

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Excerpt from Paper Stars Rewritten

I see Preston, a guy I know from one of my classes last year. He spots me heading his way. Sweat breaks out all along my forehead, my palms go clammy, my heart begins to pound out of my chest, a sick feeling swirls in my gut. I feel like I am about to pass out or explode into a million jagged pieces, my body can’t decide which. My vision blurs and I use the back of my hands to wipe them. Am I crying? Am I even breathing? My legs have stopped moving but I feel like I’m flying. It’s a strange sensation. I blink a few times to clear my vision. Each blink is like the click of a camera shutter. My brain catalogs each blink, each click, storing every image away. My ears record every hum, every noise. I swallow thickly, my mouth bone dry. My gaze is frozen. Unmoving. Locked onto the person standing next to Preston. My brain can only process a few words. 
 Holy fuck. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.
 I must have said the words out loud. The person in front of me turns around. Sage green eyes, pale blond hair tipped with rosy pink, full lips, the most beautiful face I have ever seen. A face that has haunted me for over a year. A face that I have loved for most of my life. She’s here. 
 “Elizabeth?”
“Yes?” Her stunning verdant eyes scrutinize me like she’s meeting me for the first time.
Preston looks from me then to her. I’m probably freaking everyone out because I’m crying and almost hyperventilating, but I don’t give a shit. She’s here. Jesus. How could the PI not know she’s right here! My phone keeps ringing nonstop now. Whoever it is can fucking wait a goddamn second.
“Elizabeth, you’re here. How in the hell are you here?”
She looks at me like my question is full of the most confusing words she has ever heard. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”
What the hell? “Baby, it’s me. Ryder.” My hands are shaking so bad with the desire to snatch her into my arms and never let go, but something’s wrong. Something’s not right. My phone rings again.
Her eyes travel over my body and back up to my face. 
“Do you know Elizabeth?” Preston asks me, clearly confused about what’s happening. 
I ignore him, all my attention focused on Elizabeth. “Where have you been all this time? Why didn’t you contact us? What the hell’s going on?” My voice rises in frustration because she’s acting like I’m a stranger.
“Elizabeth, do you know Ryder?”
She clutches at her chest which is rapidly moving in and out now. “I...I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know. Of course you fucking know me. We’ve known each other since we were nine years old.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispers up at me, eyes wide and panicked. “I don’t remember.”
“Elizabeth, what the fuck is going on?” This time I do reach for her and she stumbles back into Preston who catches her by the shoulders.
“Holy shit! Elizabeth?” Fallon shouts, rushing up from behind me. I completely forgot he came in the student center with me.
Hearing her name spoken once again, Elizabeth turns in the direction of Fallon. 
“I’m sorry,” she cries and pushes away from Preston. “I can’t do this.” Frantically clawing at Preston’s grip, she breaks free and takes off like a bat out of hell.
“Elizabeth!” I shout after her which causes several people in the student center to glare at me. I can’t let her leave. I have to stop her. Before I’m able to make two running steps to chase her down, Preston shoves me back hard.
“I don’t think so, man.”
“Move, Preston. Get the hell out of my way.”
“Not moving. She’s clearly afraid of you guys.”
My phone starts ringing. I try to push past Preston again, and again he stops me. Enough of this shit. I raise my fist prepared to knock him out so I can go after Elizabeth, but Fallon jumps in and holds my arm in a death grip. “Stop, Ry.”
I yank my arm down and whirl on Fallon, fury and rage now directed at him. “Not a chance in hell. Don’t try to stop me, Fallon. That was Elizabeth. My Elizabeth! We’ve been searching for her for over a year, Fallon. A whole fucking year! And she’s been here. Jesus!” 
“Yes, and clearly she doesn’t want to talk to you.”
“She acts like she doesn’t fucking know me!” I scream back at him. 
Someone must have called campus police. Through the front glass of the center, I see two officers dismount from their bikes and walk inside. A girl behind the register points in our direction. Fallon sees them as well. “Ry, let’s go, man. Come on.”
He leads me quickly to the back exit, Preston in tow. We then dart inside the campus library next door and Fallon ushers us up the stairs a few floors before opening the stairwell doors. Making sure that the coast is clear and no one is on the floor or near the stacks, we walk inside and head over to a sofa facing the wall of windows.
I start pacing in the front of the windows like a caged tiger, my emotions all over the place. “I don’t understand. How could the PI not know she was here? Where the hell has she been all this time?”
“You hired a PI? To find Elizabeth?” Preston asks me, absolutely confused.
I need to know exactly what Preston knows. Right now. 
“How do you know Elizabeth?” I demand.
“Dude, I just met her like thirty minutes ago.”
“Keep talking.”
“I don’t think so. Look, I’m obviously missing something, and I don’t want to get involved. I’m just going to leave.”
Fallon crosses his arms and leans his hip against the sofa, a picture of pure relaxation and ease. Only his voice and eyes say different. “What you’re going to do is answer the man’s questions. You’re here on scholarship, right? Would be a pity if something happened to that.” Fallon’s tone makes it clear he’s not asking, he’s telling. 
Preston’s face blanches. Good. He’s aware of Fallon’s reach around campus, his family’s reach. When Fallon said he was the king on campus, he wasn’t lying. He rules CU just like he did Highland High.
I wait, impatient for Preston to get on with it. “I approached her in the east lot a little while ago. I mean, she’s totally hot, so yeah.” I glare at him. He swallows. “Yeah, so, anyway, she was about to get in her car. The car is what caught my attention first before I saw her. I chatted her up, asked her to grab a bite with me. She said yes. That’s about it. Honest. Can I go now?”
“Did she say anything else?”
“Um, she bought her car in Seattle. That’s all I remember, I swear.”
“Give me your phone, fucker,” Fallon tells Preston, motioning with his hand for him to hand it over immediately. Preston enters his password and hands his phone to Fallon, no questions asked. Fallon sends himself a text from Preston’s phone and gives it back. “I’ve got your number now, and you’ve got mine. You see that girl again, no matter where or when, you contact me. Understand?”
“Yeah, I got it. Can I go now?” Fallon nods and Preston hurries to the exit.
My phone dings. Fallon just forwarded me Preston’s number as well. “So what’re you going to do now, hoss?”
“I need to find my girl.”
“What about Jay and Jules?”
Shit. Jayson’s going to lose his goddamn mind. Julien too. I exhale roughly. “Yeah. Okay.” I get out my phone once again and dial Jay’s number. He answers on the first ring.
“Why haven’t you answered your fucking phone asshole! We’ve been calling you nonstop for fifteen minutes!” he roars at me and then continues to ramble but I’m not listening. There are more important things right now.
“Jay. Shut up and listen.”
“No. You listen. He found her. She’s here, Ry! She’s at CU!”
“I know.”
“What the hell do you mean, you know?”
“I know. That’s why I’m calling. Is Julien there? Put him on.”
“What do you mean you know, Ryder?” Jay yells at me at the same time Julien’s voice says, “I’m here on speaker.”
“I’m with Fallon. Elizabeth was here. Right here. Right in front of me.”
“Where are you? We’re coming now. Keep her there and don’t let her leave.”
“She’s gone. She ran.”
Over the phone, Jayson’s temper explodes with uncontrollable rage.
​

MORE ABOUT PAPER STARS REWRITTEN

This is the story of a girl and three boys.
Elizabeth. Jayson. Julien. Ryder.
A princess and her three princes.
Four forever loves.
But this is not your typical love story.
Elizabeth’s choice changed everything.
She thought she knew how her love story would end.
She couldn't have been more wrong.
One will lose everything.
One will get a second chance.
One will have to choose.

Ryder.

It has always been the four us – me, Elizabeth, Jayson, and Julien. We grew up together. Shared our lives together. We were best friends. We were a family. Until we weren’t. Until my best friend betrayed me. Then one horrific night altered our lives in unimaginable ways. What happens when love offers you a second chance? Am I selfish enough to take it? Strong enough to survive when it all comes crashing back down around me?

All I know is - our stories can be rewritten.
​

MEET AUTHOR JENNILYNN WYER

Jennilynn Wyer is an author of mature High School & Young Adult, New Adult & College, and Contemporary romantic fiction. She lives with her family in the Gulf States, is married to a Brit, and you can usually find her in her favorite reading spot, e-reader in hand, with the latest romance novel. When not writing, she is an active educator, researcher, and environmental scientist who enjoys lecturing, teaching, and sharing her love of science with students and the public.

She is the author of the Fallen Brook series. ALL OUR NEXT TIMES (Book 1) has been described as "the ultimate combination of romance, complex relationships and a thriller all rolled into one story" (Lisa, GoodReads), "a gorgeous story about how life doesn’t always work out the way we want it to, but if we’re willing, we can still make it a great life" (ABW), and an "impressive...fantastic imaginary story" (ARW). PAPER STARS REWRITTEN (Book 2) released November 17, 2020 with BROKEN BUTTERFLY (Book 3) set to slated for June 1, 2021, followed by her new standalone novel THAT GIRL expected November 2021. ​

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Excerpt from Mr. Heartbreaker

​“What do you mean?” I ask him, staring at Violet. 

Violet Raines.

The sexy blonde who has haunted me the last two weeks. I’ve never been obsessed with a woman. Hell, some days I wondered if I really liked any of them – except when I was using them. I can easily admit, however, that I’m obsessed with this chick. There’s just something about her that calls to me. 

My brother, Parker, told me once that sometimes you meet a woman that just gets under your skin, and no matter what you do, you can’t get her off your mind. I didn’t take him seriously. Honestly, at the time I was making fun of him because he was hung up on Finn’s little sister and was being too much of a pussy to go after her. 

Now I’m starting to wonder if he was right and not just blowing smoke up my ass. 

“Christ, you can’t even look away from her to talk to your boys. You need to check yourself, bro.” 

“I’m fine,” I lie. 
​

MORE ABOUT MR. HEARTBREAKER

Everybody envies Big Mike Huntington. 
He prowls the halls of Black Mountain Academy like he owns them. 
But since he’s from one of the wealthiest families in Black Mountain, he can. 

He’s famous—or infamous, and not for his baseball skills like his brother—currently the Major League’s media darling.

On campus, Big Mike is notorious for the giant bat he swings—the one between his legs, not on the field. 
And every girl swears Big Mike definitely lives up to the hype. 

Mike owns it, embracing his reputation. 

Until Violet Raines. 

New girl in school, pure as driven snow, and she hates his guts from moment one. 
Mike wants Miss Purity under him, begging for mercy he'll never give. 

When Violet refuses to play ball? 

It’s time for Big Mike to get creative and steal a home run. 

He zeros in on the new girl. 

Now, there’s nowhere for her to hide. 
No sassy words to save her. 
No denying her hot, longing glances. 

Big Mike gets what he wants.

And Violet Raines? 
She’s already his. 

Excerpt from Mustang Ranch Box Set

The bar falls silent. You could hear a pin drop. Everyone is staring at me… waiting. 

My breath catches. My pulse racing so hard, I can feel it pounding against my skin. Time hasn’t dimmed her effect on me. Annabeth looks even better than she did at eighteen. Her curves are more mature, slender yet voluptuous. I drink in the sight of her, desire burning as fierce as my anger. I can’t stand the silence. Even the band has stopped playing. 

“Y’all, go about your business.” I hold her gaze. “There’s nothing worth talking about here.” I turn on my heels and walk back out the door. All I wanted was a quick drink and a game of pool before holing up at the ranch to wait out her visit. I never thought for a minute she’d be here—drunk with my friends. Assholes. 

Jax comes barreling out the door behind me, shouting for me to wait up, but I’m so fucking mad right now, I don’t even want to look at him. “Mad! Come on! You can’t go on like this forever.”

“Like hell I can’t! She left, without a word. She didn’t give a crap about me, so why would you expect me to be okay with her when she blows into town to visit her parents? Not once has she tried to reach out to me.”

“Mad, there’s something you need to know.”

“No! I don’t want to hear it, Jax. I can’t believe you out of everybody, would welcome her with open arms after what she did. She left all of us behind without so much as a goodbye. You know what that did to me. Why would you do it?”

“I was looking out for you.”

“At the bottom of her tequila shot?” I snap back in anger.

“Mad… she’s back.”
I stop dead in my tracks. My legs paralyzed with rage, confusion… hope. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“She’s back. She’s the new Doc.”

“For how long? A week? A month?”

​The voice that haunts my dreams confirms my worst nightmare. “I live here now, Maddox.” 

MORE ABOUT THE MUSTANG RANCH BOX SET

MUSTANG DADDY . . . A small town, single daddy, second chance romance.
A.B.
I thought moving back to Kingsbury Falls would be good for me… until I saw him. Maddox Hale was my high school sweetheart, and the best friend I ever had. We shared all the important firsts together, but when faced with making him choose between me and the life he wanted, I made the decision for him. I left without a word, or an explanation. Now I’m back, and so is he… with his daughter. 
Maddox
A.B. Clark broke my heart and made me swear I would never return to my hometown. I left to become a champion bronc rider. Eleven years later, I moved back, with a wife and a baby on the way. Now I’m a single daddy, running the family ranch. My daughter is the only woman in my life… until A.B. shows up, throwing my world into disarray. I don’t know if trust can ever be earned after it’s been broken, but she makes me want to believe in the possibility. 
With nothing to lose and everything to gain, Dr. A.B. Clark sets out to win back not just the trust, but the heart of her first and only love, single daddy Maddox Hale. With the best intentions, not to break his heart a second time, A.B. is faced with a decision that could risk losing everything she’s ever wanted.
Can Maddox risk not only his, but his daughter’s heart being broken by the one woman that sets his world on fire? Mustang Daddy is a wild ride of small town, epic romance. An emotional, heartfelt, sexy and sassy love story that will restore your faith in second chances. 

MUSTANG BUCK . . . A small town, bad boy, virgin romance.
Lying about her virginity is her smallest secret…
Savannah Adams came to town for one man and found herself drawn to another. Jackson McKinney is all wrong for her, but she can’t seem to stay away. She knew about Jax and his bad-boy reputation long before she ever set eyes on him. Will he still want her when he finds out who she really is?
The day Savannah arrives in town, all bad boy Jax can think about is taming this wild stranger. He didn’t want to settle down because he doesn’t want to admit he may never leave Kingsbury Falls. Jax has been labeled a player by everyone around him, but this wrangler has a heart of gold, and his sights are firmly set on Savannah. She’s beautiful, fierce, and he can’t get enough of her. Having opened his heart to the possibility of happily ever after, nothing can prepare him for the revelations that are about to rock his world.
How many lies can Savannah tell before she gets caught? One thing’s for sure, Jax is in for the ride of his life. 

MUSTANG HOLLYWOOD . . . A small town, movie star, enemies-to-lovers romance.
Born and raised in the bright lights of LA, J.J. Savage is the king of Hollywood.
Betrayed by his ex-girlfriend and slandered in the press, his star has well and truly fallen. When Hollywood turns its back on their golden boy, Jasper finds himself exiled to small-town Kingsbury Falls for a small-time movie with a B-list cast.
Surrounded by amateurs and angry at the world, he can either walk away, or turn it around, and he didn’t become A-list royalty by resting on his laurels. Putting everything on the line to prove his worth, Jasper’s wholly unprepared for hometown budding actress, Maisie Bryant. 
She’s sassy, stubborn, opinionated, sexy as hell, and he can’t stand her.
Maisie Bryant has dreamed of being in movies since she was a kid. Excited at the prospect of being an extra in the new J.J. Savage movie, Maisie is in for the ride of her life when she’s thrust into the path of the bullheaded movie star. Everything about him infuriates her, but she can’t deny the way her body reacts to his movie star good looks.
Forced to find a way to work together, how long can these two fight their undeniable chemistry?
Will Jasper risk his chance at redemption for a woman who makes his blood boil and sets his world ablaze?

MEET AUTHOR EVA HAINING 

I'm happiest when wandering through the uncharted territory of my imagination. You'll find me curled up with my laptop, browsing the books at the local library, or enjoying the smell of a new book, taking great delight in cracking the spine and writing in the margins!
 
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Eva is a native Scot but lives in Texas with her husband, two kids, and a whizzy little fur baby with the most ridiculous ears. She first fell in love with British literature while majoring in Linguistics, 17th Century Poetry, and Shakespeare at University. She is an avid reader and lifelong notebook hoarder.
Writing across three sub-genres of romance, Eva loves creating new worlds of heartfelt steamy romance, hilarious rom-coms, and dark and devious paranormal romance. This year, Eva celebrated great success with the release of her first Romantic Comedy, Fumble.

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Excerpt from Mustang Christmas

Without a word, she reaches for the bottom of her shirt and pulls it over her head, dropping it to the ground. Fuck me, she’s wearing one of those lace bras I love so much, her nipples almost peeking through. Next, she unbuttons her jeans and shrugs out of them, revealing a matching pair of lace panties. Holy shit, my wife is hot! Like smoking hot, banging body, all-out gorgeous.

“Are you just going to stand there?” Her words are a challenge, and I’m definitely up for it.

“This isn’t going to be a quick fuck bent over a table like the last time we were in here.”

“I rather enjoyed it. You took what you wanted… what you say you crave. If you still feel that way, then show me.”

“Keep talking like that, and I’ll shoot my load before we even get started.” A wry grin creeps to the corners of her lips. There’s the confident little minx I fell in love with. She’s about to unclasp her bra when I stop her.

​“Leave it on. You look fucking incredible right now. When that lingerie comes off, I’ll be the one taking it off… with my teeth.”

MORE ABOUT MUSTANG CHRISTMAS

​The town of Kingsbury Falls is getting ready for another festive season. With Maisie now off on location filming a new movie, Jasper decides to organize a special surprise for their first Christmas together.
​Enlisting the help of the men of Mustang Ranch, Maddox, Jax, and Jasper set out to pull off some festive fun for everyone to enjoy.

​As always, when it comes to the ranch, saddle up for a wild ride and some sexy holiday hijinks.

MUSTANG CHRISTMAS is a holiday novella.