Oh, this one is sexy and enticing. I love how she’s turned from the camera.
After a humiliating end to her freshman year, Veronica Solis wants nothing more than to just focus on her studies and avoid her former friend and love her of life, Sean Courtright.
Veronica was doing just fine on all accounts until her favorite professor asked her for a favor: tutor the boy who broke her heart, shattering it to a million pieces.
If the request had come from anyone else, Veronica would have turned it down, but she couldn’t say no to her favorite person.
But she should have… Being cramped in the same room each day and their relationship slipping back into familiar patterns, Veronica begins to wonder if her heart and her head will ever get on the same page. Sean still makes her heart pound and her blood sizzle with want.
When Sean raises the stakes and offers Veronica a bet she’s sure to lose, she must decide if this game of cat and mouse with the boy who broke her heart will destroy what’s left of it or give them a second chance at love.
Doesn’t this look amazing? I’m super excited for this collection to release.
She has an epic crush on the wrong guy. Ada is the daughter of jewelry designer royalty. An age-old contract stipulates that as she is the next in line to take over the family legacy, she must marry wealth. Ada goes to Camelot for both education & to find a suitor. She attends incognito as doesn’t want people to know who she is. Theo Hunter is the bar manager of The Reef and becomes her best friend. They do everything together. He dates a string of women bc he can’t find the right girl… even though he knows Ada is that girl … but she’s infatuated with her roomie’s big brother, Ro Huxley. Ro Huxley will inherit billions. He’s the captain of the football team and drop-dead gorgeous…the ideal candidate for marriage but is he the right one for Ada?
Wow, isn’t this cover amazing! I can’t wait to read this one.
Zella This year is all about discovering who I really am. A road trip to a place seven hundred miles away, might not seem like much, but to me it means freedom. I set out looking for adventure, I never expected Ryker would help me find it.
Ryker I’m no prince charming, but I may just be her knight in shining armor. First, captivated by her ridiculously long blonde hair, I soon find out there is so much more to Zella then her hypnotizing locks. Turns out those hacking skills I’ve been practicing are about to come in handy.
A straight-laced princess meets a bad boy is this modern fairy-tale retelling full of first love, music, and just a little illegal hacking.
I am so excited to share the Modern Princess collection cover reveals this week! This is going to be so much fun. Each upcoming novella is loosely based off a princess tale. First up the cover of Imperfect Princess by Sonya Jesus! Add it to your Goodreads list today!
It started with fire. Not the kind that burns inside you and melts your heart into a mess of happy feelings. A real one. One that rips through wood and disintegrates brick and bone, leaving ashes and orphans in its wake. Death would have saved me from a rocky family life. There would be no cigarette burns on the soles of my feet, no vicious words engraved in my mind, and no Kai Madison. The friend who saw past the scars and offered me pennies for my secrets. The guy who stole my heart with a single kiss in the middle of a rose garden on a snowy winter. Nothing would have been easier to leave behind—to vanish from—but for the past four years, I’ve been isolated from the world, living in a hospital room and helping the Feds build a case against my foster-dad. Now I’m free and willing to risk my life to see him again. There’s only one problem. I’m no longer imperfect. I have the same heart, but a different face.
From Bestselling author Sonya Jesus comes a new STANDALONE, friends to lovers college romance about a scarred girl next door and the bully who loves her. A modern retelling inspired by The Snow Queen.
I know I’m not alone in dealing with high anxiety right now. We’re living in unprecedented modern times. This virus has scared most people into isolation. Wisely, we started self-isolated a week prior in preparation.
Concentration has been difficult. I can’t even read right now, and I feel so useless.
It doesn’t help that it’s been cloudy and rainy since before the stay at home orders were issued. Getting outside has been almost impossible. But I need to count my blessings so to speak.
I’m fortunate that I still have my day job, while so many others have lost theirs.
My family is healthy and safe at home.
My friends have so far been untouched by this virus.
My mom is staying isolated.
My dad is safe at his farm, even though he continues to work. At least it’s outside loading corn and not around a lot of people.
It’s not all gloom and doom, even though it feels like it. I’m focusing on the positive. I’ll admit it’s hard most of the time, but that’s all I can do.
The 3rd and final book of the Westland University series is now available for pre-order!
Chuck Mathis gets his own story after watching his friend almost kill himself in Full Count, then he suffered at the hands of a vindicitve girlfriend in Game On. Now Chuck has his chance at a happily ever after.
If only it was that easy.
Stealing Home releases June 30, 2020.
Going home is rarely a good idea, until you discover what home really means.
After the disaster of Westland’s steroid scandal, Chuck Mathis knows his baseball dreams are kaput; so he decides to focus on his other dream: psychology. He’ll graduate from Westland University, then he’ll leave Madison to earn his master’s and PhD. Nothing is going to stand in his way. Not his overbearing father. Not even baseball.
Except maybe Sophie Tipton.
Chuck decides to work for his father and play on his father’s slow-pitch softball team over the summer. Sophie manages the team. She’s not about to let some college baseball player take over either. And Chuck wants to do more than just play ball with the fiery beauty.
Just as things are falling into place, they start to fall apart. Chuck has to choose between his love of baseball and the girl who has stolen his heart.
I’m so excited to share Rachel’s story! She’s fierce and strong. I just love this character!
Rachel Westbrook has it all: looks, money, prestige. What she doesn’t have is a good reputation.
She’s tired of being the rebound girl.
When her friend Vicky proposes a blind-ish date with Adam Marshall, Rachel thinks she might actually have a chance to turn things around. Then she sees Adam checking out his ex-girlfriend Heather. She knows how to play this game. She’s played it before.
But Adam doesn’t want Rachel to be just his ruse to get over his ex, he wants to help Rachel change her reputation. They make a deal to fake a relationship until they can both move on.
Now Rachel’s falling for an unavailable guy. She focuses on her three-person basketball team to keep her sane as they prepare for a tournament they need to win. Except Adam’s on her mind more than he should be.
Adam opens up to her, and she’s not sure if it’s authentic or all part of the game. When tragedy strikes, can she turn to him for a shoulder to cry on? Or would that only lead to more heartache?
As Rachel discovers things aren’t always what they seem, she has to figure out if what she has with Adam is legit or if she really is just another rebound.
I twisted my ankle, checking out each angle of the wretched shoe on my foot. “This is not a good idea.”
“Will you just trust me for once? Adam’s a great guy.” Vicky sighed loud enough to be heard across town.
“I’m not talking about the date, although that’s not a good idea either.” I mimicked her sigh and pointed to the cheap piece of plastic on my feet. “I’m talking about these flip-flops. They’re horrid.”
“That’s what you’re bitching about? Seriously, Rachel, you can’t go to a carnival in Louboutins.” She pushed off the side of her car as Daniel rounded the front. He snaked his arm around her waist, careful not to touch her broken ribs.
“But you can on a blind date?” I countered.
Vicky tossed her hands in the air. She knew there was no winning this argument. Besides, the Louboutins didn’t go with this equally horrid dress Vicky loaned me.
I followed the happy couple a bumper car’s length away, just enough to not lose them and not hear their lovey dovey bullshit. Daniel and Vicky walked so close together the color of their shirts started to blend. A hint of copper slid along my tongue, and I realized I’d bitten my lip. Jealousy was not something I did, but seeing those two into one another, it was hard not to let the green monster take over. I rolled my jaw to loosen the tension.
The sounds of the carnival drifted through the humid air. The rise and fall of happy screams, the eighties music blaring from the rides, and the whirling machinery crammed into my ears.
We stepped into the sunlight, and I saw my “date” standing at a game booth. The first time I’d met Adam Marshall was at Vicky’s house in Hillsdale. Her mother invited a group of us over for a pool party, and Vicky strolled in with Daniel on her arm and Adam trailing behind her with a somewhat pretty blonde. I took in every inch of Adam as he navigated around the edge of the pool, ignoring the glare from the girlfriend. Like I cared. Adam’s hot in an unconventional way. Tall and lanky with a thin face, he made it work when most guys would’ve just appeared awkward.
This time, I stayed a few steps back as Vicky and Daniel approached him, waiting for his reaction. He high-fived Daniel before glancing over Vicky’s shoulder toward me. The hunger of his gaze brought a heat to my cheeks. This was what I knew. Guys wanted me, they just didn’t want to know me. Forcing a grin on my face, I sauntered up to Adam, sliding in beside him.
“Hey,” I said with a breath. I dropped my head, slowly raising it as I checked out every inch of him again. It’d been a few weeks, but he needed this from me as much as I needed him to do the same. “Long time, no see.”
“Nice dress.” He pointed at the floral monstrosity Vicky loaned me.
This blush covering my cheeks was from embarrassment. I felt like a redneck in this green thing, plus it was too tight around the waist. If I hadn’t tripped in these stupid flip flops and spilled diet cola over my white tank and shorts, I wouldn’t have borrowed it.
“We’re going to get some food,” Daniel said as he squeezed Vicky against his side. I threw up a little in my mouth. “Wanna come?”
I raised my eyebrows at Vicky, but she didn’t notice. She wasn’t even looking at me. Gag. “No, thanks. Go ahead. We’ll catch up later.”
Dacky, or maybe Viniel, disappeared into the crowd. They might as well have a stupid nickname since they’d become one person. The thought made me giggle. I glanced back at Adam, but he was focused on something over my shoulder. I frowned when I realized what, or rather who, held his attention. Adam’s girlfriend from the pool party threw a dart at a wall filled with balloons. She missed. When she turned around, she caught us watching her.
Instincts kicked in. I faced Adam and slid my hand behind his neck. He broke his gaze at the other girl and let me bring his head to mine. The kiss was supposed to be brief and just a show of who was with whom, but it turned into something unexpected. My toes curled in the cheap flip-flops, digging my French pedicure into the rubber bottoms. Adam’s fingers dug into my waist, pulling me to him until we were pressed as close as we could get with clothes on.
I drew away first, mainly because we were in the middle of a carnival, but also because this was not supposed to make me want to take him to the nearest hotel. No, this date with Adam was supposed to be two peeps hanging out, not a heavy make-out session within three minutes of saying “hi.”
He pressed his forehead into mine. “What did I do to deserve that?”
The laugh bubbled out even as I tried to swallow it.
“I didn’t think it was funny,” Adam said, leaning away from me. His hands stayed firmly on my waist.
I pursed my lips together when I noticed his serious expression. “Your ex is over there.”
He let go of me and put a bit of distance between us. The frown covering his face caused tiny wrinkles around the edges of his perfect mouth.
Great. I felt slightly bad for being honest. He needed to hear some more. “Let’s get it out in the open, Adam. You may be into me, but you’re still not over her. And there’s the fact that you don’t even know me.” He opened his mouth to interrupt. I held up my hand to stop him. “Don’t. It’s okay. I get it, alright? You need a rebound. You picked me. It’s not the first time that’s happened, you know.”
“A rebound?” He stuffed his hands in his pockets and leaned against the side of the booth.
“Yep. That’s me. Everybody’s rebound.” I spit the words through the bitter taste they left on my tongue. “I’ll hang with you for a couple of weeks, just long enough for the ex to know you’re over it. Maybe we’ll have a little fun along the way. But, eventually, we’ll go our separate ways. That’s how it works.” I crossed my arms, squeezing my chest to force the rest out. “I’ve played the game enough, okay?”
His head fell back as his eyes kissed the sky. I waited for him to tell me I was wrong, even though I wasn’t. The popping of balloons followed by a girly squeal caught my attention. A petite girl threw her arms around her boyfriend, laughing as he lifted her off the ground. The booth attendant held out an oversized stuffed dog with a rose in its mouth. The boyfriend grabbed the dog and passed it on without taking his eyes off his girl. She clutched the stupid thing to her chest as they walked away holding hands. She wasn’t beautiful; she wasn’t even pretty, but I wanted to be her.
I tore my gaze from them and faced Adam.
He tucked his upper lip into his mouth, his teeth scraping along the skin. “Why would you agree to this then?”
Hope. I closed my eyes, unable to speak that truth. When I opened them to answer with a well-considered lie, more truth came out anyway. God I sucked. “I … I’m tired of being the rebound. I thought … it doesn’t matter. Let’s just hang out, maybe go on a ride or two. Then we can forget this ever happened.”
I twisted away, but Adam’s hand gripped my wrist.
“No,” he said, spinning me back toward him.
“What do you mean no?”
His face brightened. “I mean, no, we’re going to do this a little different.”
I raised my eyebrows for him to continue.
“It’s simple, Rachel.” His smile grew as his hand slipped into mine. “You and I aren’t that different. You don’t want to be alone, and neither do I.”
When he didn’t add anything else, I stepped closer, wanting to knock him for a loop. “And?”
“Heather was… I loved her.” He squeezed my hand as his words left an iceberg in my chest. “Getting over her won’t take a week or two. It may not even happen, but I need to move on. And you … you need something I can give you.”
This time I moved away from him, dropping his hand like a hot coal. “Oh, and what’s that?”
“You said you’re tired of being the rebound, right?”
I nodded, and he smiled.
“Then I’m taking you off the market.”
The smell of kettle corn must have addled my brain, because what he said didn’t make sense.
“Like I said, it’s simple. Let people think we’re a serious couple. You won’t be anyone’s rebound. And I … well, I’ve got time to get over her without … complications.” He closed the distance between us, putting his hands on my hips and pulling me against him. “We hang out, let people see us together. Maybe even show our affection.” His grin was infectious, and I matched it with one of my own. “We play the part for a few months.”
“And when you’re ready to move on, or I meet someone else, we part as friends?” This idea grew on me the more I thought about it, but I had to know if this was how it would end.
I tapped my chin with my free hand. “You think this will work? No real strings? No real relationship? Just a fake-out to get you over Heather and reset my rep?”
“No strings. Nothing real.” His lips twitched. “Think you can handle it? I’m a lot of man for one woman.”
I snorted and rolled my eyes, pressing the length of my body against his. “Yeah, I can handle it. The real question is can you?”
Adam slid his arm around my waist and tugged me into the crowd. He leaned toward my ear and whispered, “We’re gonna find out.”