I’ve been obsessed with Jenna since the moment I laid eyes on her. I don’t think she notices me, which is fine because I’m nothing but a librarian with the looks of a lumberjack. Someone as perfect as…
When my best friend calls me in the middle of the night and orders me to help his little sister, I want to choke the life out of him. It’s almost 1 AM and I’ve just popped open my first bottle of beer…
Tess is supposed to be just my classmate. Just someone I sit behind in three classes. Someone I pass by without a second glance. Someone I shouldn’t give a rat’s ass about. But … she has taken over my …
He's mean. And grumpy. When he's on the ice, he's the most violent player out there. But there's something about him I just can't shake. There's a sweetness hiding under that gruff, brute exterior. A littl…
I don’t give a flying f*ck if my absentee father got married and acquired a new daughter. But it’s an entirely different matter when he dumps her on my front door a day before Halloween. Because I’d r…
Stranded with a Dirty-Talking Shifter (Marooned for a Night, #4)
I thought I was the queen of dirty talk. I've written it in my books, but have never experienced it in real life. But fiction soon becomes reality when Oliver Brooks finds me. I'm stranded in a torrentia…
It's been a lifelong dream and I'm doing it. Driving across the country in a skoolie, which is an old school bus I converted into my house on wheels. It's going great until I get deep into the Montana m…
I have to get out of this wedding asap. My mom arranged it, but I am so not on board. The groom is a total bore and there is zero attraction between us. Like, seriously. Zero. But I’m a chicken, so I …
She always turns her nose up whenever we bump into each other in the hallway, tells me to lower my music when I can barely hear it myself, finds something w…
I've been in love with Sebastian Kemp since the second grade. Yes, the Sebastian Kemp. World famous hockey player. International playboy. Gorgeous heartthrob. I know, right? Get in line. I've been best fr…
Death by a thousand paper cuts. That’s what it feels like whenever we’re in the same room and I can only watch her from afar, not touch or kiss her the way I desperately want to. I am not this kind of m…
