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A Neighbors to Lovers Romance
Book 1 of a duet.
When I meet London Shaw, he hits on me. Crudely and without apology. But I say no to every guy, and London is no exception.
Then I find out who he is. But just because he’s a gorgeous, powerful billionaire doesn’t mean I have to like him.
And I don’t. In fact, I hate him. I loathe him. Him with his perma-frown and arrogant attitude and expensive suits. We argue, we fight, and we have absolutely nothing in common.
So why is my body constantly on fire whenever he’s around?
It just proves that London Shaw is dangerous, and I need to stay as far away from him as possible.
Except he’s my next-door neighbor.
From the moment I see her, I want her in my bed. I crave her. From her smart mouth to her sexy pout and sinful curves, California Blue drives me f*ck*ng wild.
But California is not a one-night stand kind of woman. And I don’t do relationships.
So I can’t give in to my need for her.
Unless she’s willing to play by my rules…
This is Book 1 of our story.
Our flawed yet perfect rendezvous.
Our nuclear attraction.
Our one-in-a-billion kind of love.
A Neighbors to Lovers Romance
Book 2 of a duet.
The conclusion to London and California’s hot and steamy love story.
Gorgeous, driven billionaire London Shaw can have anything he wants—eager women, endless money, and easy attention.
Everything except for me. I don’t play by this rebellious man’s rules, and his efforts to get me into his bed fall flat.
My heart is broken. His is closed. Neither of us wants any strings.
And yet, staying away from London proves impossible—he enters my life with no pretense, upsetting my perfectly-ordered days, challenging my self-made promises, and uncovering the dark secrets of my past.
Our torrid chemistry is undeniable. Our craving for each other obvious. And our connection…impossible to ignore.
And even though I can’t let him in, London Shaw sticks around when a lesser man would run in the opposite direction. And slowly, my walls start to come down.
This is part two of London and California’s story.
Our bared bodies.
Our shattered walls.
Our once-in-a-billion kind of love.
A Road Trip Romance.
She trusts him with her body…but can she trust him with her heart?
I’m taking a mancation. A vacation without men. The reason? I always pick jerks. My best friend from college may have hit the jackpot and married a billionaire, but my billionaire boyfriend turned out to be a jackass. So...no men for me. And certainly no wealthy ones.
Then I find out who my travel companion is for my week off.
Gorgeous. Check. Scratch that. Smoking hot.
Capable. Check. Wealthy and powerful. Check, check. Willing. Check, check, check.
And definitely all-male.
But he promises we’ll just be friends. Except I want to climb him and ride him and…we’re going to be sharing a motel room. For an entire week.
I’m so screwed.
I decide to take a one week vacation to get across the country. So I sign up to be a shotgun rider. Except I didn’t expect my traveling companion to be so gorgeous.
And determined to stay far away from the male species.
But I can’t let her go without me. So I tell her she’s not my type. I say she's too peppy.
I want her so badly I’m shaking. And I have to survive an entire week not touching this woman.
A Roommates to Lovers Romance.
I need a safe place to crash for the summer. Only one problem—this place comes with a roommate. A sexy, chiseled, Italian chef roommate…
The last time I dated someone, I got burned. Literally.
And I’m a chef. I’m used to a little heat in the kitchen. But I want something that isn’t going to flame out in one night.
Then beautiful and brilliant Shohanna becomes my roommate. Our chemistry is scorching, and no matter how much I try to ignore the flames, the fire between us grows bigger.
My summer just got a hell of a lot more interesting. Because now I have to prove—to a woman who trusts no one—that every man who came before was an appetizer, and I’m the full course meal to make her mouth water, her heart melt, and her legs shake.
I want Diego. I never want any man, not after the last one burned my heart black. But I want Diego.
And when we end up being roomies for the summer, I can barely keep my hands off of him. So what do I do when it’s too hot in the kitchen to ignore the heat?
A summer fling is not what I want. I want to heal from the devil in my past, focus on my job, and stop the nightmares.
So a summer fling is not on my list of goals.