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Sexy, Swoony, Rock Star Romance Release Today!

I'm super duper excited to share with all of you The Reverse of Perfection, the 2nd novella in my Bad Decisions trilogy. Now, I PROMISE that it stands alone, so you can totally grab this sexy, funny rock star romance even if you haven't read The Opposite of Right. Plus, it'll be perfect reading for the long holiday weekend - the epitome of a beach read!

Dylan Royce, ex-teen pop star, needs a sexy image makeover. His first adult solo album came out under his perfect, white-washed persona and tanked. Joining a band equally famous for their music and their between-the-sheets escapades is only the start. He needs to get raunchy. Sleep with a different girl every night. But there’s only one woman he wants, and she still sees him as a goody two-shoes boy-bander. 

Ariel Watson is the publicist in charge of turning Dylan into the sex-god every woman dreams of doing. Frankly, she doesn’t see the appeal. Until one hot kiss changes her mind. Now she wants to keep him for herself--without losing her job. Or losing Dylan the legions of drooling fans she’s supposed to be building for him. 

Turning bad got Dylan the woman of his dreams. But how will he choose between her...or his career catapulting him back to superstar status?

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Ariel lifted her chin. “I would not appreciate being manhandled. I do like to be handled by a man who knows what he’s doing. There is a difference.”
“I know the difference.” Dylan picked up his blazer and held it over his shoulder by a single finger. “And I’ll prove that, too.”
Before Ariel could snarkily turn him down, before she could remind him that she was the one in charge, before she could do anything, he’d already moved in on her. Used his hips to press her into the curve of the piano. Used his shoulder to nudge her body into a better angle. And then his lips met hers. Softly. Not all bluster and brashness.
No, Dylan surprised her with his technique. His kiss was a faint brush of lips. Then another. A slow back and forth that had her opening her own lips in a silent plea for more. More contact. More kisses. More of him. Ariel even raised up on tiptoe to lean into that provocative mouth.
It worked. Dylan slid his hand along her waist, then up her side so his thumb lay just below the lower curve of her right breast. The fact that he was so near and yet not touching it made Ariel hyperaware of his fingers. The length of them. The heat of them searing right through her top, as though all the heat from playing Naked now seeped out of him. Dylan squeezed, pressing her in and up, bowing her to press her breasts into his chest.
And then his tongue swooped in. Licking. Languorously exploring—and that exploration had the added bonus of slowly rousing every infinitesimal strand of nerves in her mouth. Warmth swirled right along with his tongue. Except that trail of warmth took off on its own path, expanding through her body with each pulse of her heart, each pull of his lips.
Ariel didn’t want to do anything to jar the perfection of what was inarguably one of the top three kisses of her entire life. But she simply couldn’t contain her pleasure—or her growing excitement. A low moan broke from her throat.
As feared, that was enough to make Dylan ease back. He removed his hand first…still without lifting his thumb that last crucial millimeter to make contact with her now aching breast. With a final suck on her bottom lip, he lifted his head. Looked at her with bedroom eyes, heavy-lidded and somehow darker than when she’d first seen them.
“That’s what it’s like to be well-handled by a man. I need you to keep that in mind. Make sure you handle me just as well over the next few weeks.” Dylan turned on his heel to walk out with one heck of a cocky swagger. Which was when Ariel realized he’d just kissed her legs out from under her without even using two hands. The other had kept holding his jacket.
Dylan Royce was definitely not the teenager she’d watched bop around in those videos. He was all man. A very dangerous man. Because in proving how easily he could make women in the audience want him, he’d also proven how easily he could make Ariel want him.
And now that she did want him? Enough so that she had to ease onto the piano bench and let her head clear? It’d be impossible to look at him the same way again. It’d be impossible to ignore the chemistry between them. It’d be impossible to shadow him twenty-four/seven, stay impartial and do her job.

But if she didn’t, if Ariel screwed up at all handling Dylan, she’d be fired. Funny how that fear still wasn’t enough to dim the luster of his kiss.

Rock Star Romance Series Pre-Release Sale!

There are only 30 days until The Reverse of Perfection, book 2 in the Bad Decisions trilogy, releases. I'm super excited. Super duper excited. Which means I'm putting book 1, The Opposite of Right, on sale for only 99 cents! Each novella is a stand-alone, but it is more fun if you know everyone from the start. And...getting something on sale is always more fun!

Kylie Stafford has spent her whole life doing exactly what’s expected. The right major, the right sorority, the right guys, just like her mother and her sister before her. But when everything falls apart for her, Kylie wonders if doing everything right has been utterly wrong. There’s only one way to find out. 

She decides to try making all the wrong choices for three months. Hit on a tattoo-covered rock musician? Check. Go back to his dressing room for a hot hook-up against the wall? Gulp. Drop everything to be a roadie for him to binge on more of the best sex of her life? Maybe. Start falling for him despite her better judgment? Um….yeah. Figure out why doing everything that seems wrong feels so darn right?

This is a HOT rock star romance novella.Well, I guess I didn't have to tell you - the cover makes that pretty clear, huh? And it comes out on May 17 - but if you pre-order now, you won't have to think about it again until all this hotness drops right into your device!

Dylan Royce, ex-teen pop star, needs a sexy image makeover. His first adult solo album came out under his perfect, white-washed persona and tanked. Joining a band equally famous for their music and their between-the-sheets escapades is only the start. He needs to get raunchy. Sleep with a different girl every night. But there’s only one woman he wants, and she still sees him as a goody two-shoes boy-bander. 

Ariel Watson is the publicist in charge of turning Dylan into the sex-god every woman dreams of doing. Frankly, she doesn’t see the appeal. Until one hot kiss changes her mind. Now she wants to keep him for herself--without losing her job. Or losing Dylan the legions of drooling fans she’s supposed to be building for him. 

Turning bad got Dylan the woman of his dreams. But how will he choose between her...or his career catapulting him back to superstar status?

A Sexy Romantic Comedy With An Olympic Medal-Winning Hero

The Google Doodle informed me that today is the 120th anniversary of the modern Olympic games. So...clearly it is time to remind you that I've got a book with a hero who stood atop the medal stand!

If you like smart men, computer geeks who just happen to be ex-Olympic athletes dripping with sexy handsomeness (but don't know it), then have I got a book for you! A Matchless Romance has the aforementioned cluelessly sexy hero. A sassy heroine. The fabulous city of Chicago. Two weddings, in full, romance-drenched detail. And tons of laugh out loud moments. 

Tabitha Bell is the face of Chicago's premiere matchmaking service. At least, she hopes it will be someday, once business really takes off. What she needs is more clients, so when she meets a sexy gamer in need of help, it's the perfect opportunity.

His discomfort talking to women almost cost Drew Watson his job. He'd be happy holed up in his office, designing blockbuster video games, but his boss considers talking to investors a nonnegotiable requirement. Who better than a matchmaker to teach him how to be comfortable around the opposite sex? Trouble is, Drew wants to get more than comfortable with Tabitha, while she's determined to keep their relationship all business.

Soon Tabitha learns that beneath the geek-chic hoodie lies six feet of sexy physique—and the more time she spends with Drew, the more she appreciates his brainy brand of charm. Will she succumb to his sweet-but-nerdy charm offensive or will it be game over before he can win her heart?

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Here's a sneak peek at the very beginning:
No matter how fast Drew Weston ran down the tree-lined Chicago street, he couldn’t escape his problem. Even if he managed to strap turbo thrusters to his shoes, it wouldn’t make a difference. Aside from looking kick-ass cool, that is. Huh. The row of old brownstones behind black wrought-iron fences faded out of focus as his mind clicked into designer mode. Turbo sneakers. Interesting idea to work into his next video game. That is, if his boss-from-hell gave him the chance to come up with a new game after he got Quest rolled out . Thinking about Keiko fueled his frustration, and he put on a burst of speed.
Which plowed him right into the soft curves of a woman. Moving solely on reflex, Drew grabbed what he could. It happened to be her lush ass. He spun to slow his momentum and keep them both from crashing to the ground. They ended up plastered against a glass storefront. Late afternoon April sunlight haloed around her deep red hair. The sensual hits didn’t stop there. Her thighs were tight to his, breasts crushed to his chest, and glossy peach lips parted in surprise. Wow.
This was the closest he’d been to a woman in ninety-four days. Ninety-four endless days—and endlessly frustrating nights—since he’d last had sex. ’Cause yeah, he’d been counting. They might be vertical right now, but the position definitely put Drew in mind of horizontal hijinks. Made him wonder if the thick black lashes on those green eyes of hers would flutter shut if he pressed his mouth to hers.
“Did you run into me just to cop a feel?” she asked in a husky voice. One that sounded like the beautiful redhead had rolled out of bed after screaming her pleasure to the rafters for three rounds.
“No.” What kind of creep did she take him for? For God’s sake, this wasn’t some sleazy alley at midnight. Sure, he’d gotten off of the El at the wrong stop, so Drew couldn’t pinpoint his location. But this street was only a block away from what the bumper-to-bumper traffic he’d seen lurching below the train indicated was a main drag. He’d jogged by a couple of boutiques and art galleries as he tried to run off his irritation. All he’d really done was feel stupid for running in jeans.
Her eyes narrowed. “Then is this your lame signature move? Did you figure that once we sidewalk snuggled, I’d be putty in your hands?”
“No.” Drew knew just enough about women to know it was never that easy. “I figured running into you was better than making you fall down. Lesser of two evils. But I’ve gotta say, the result doesn’t suck.” After all, the hot mystery woman still hadn’t pulled out of his loose embrace.
“Thanks.” High, arched eyebrows gave her a look of being in on a joke with the rest of the world. “Now do you maybe want to let go of my ass?”
“Wouldn’t be my first choice. It’s a pretty terrific ass.” Nevertheless, Drew dropped his arms to his sides. He didn’t want to scare the pretty woman Fate had dropped into his path.

Indulge in a New Historical Romance!

Sure, I'm a contemporary and PNR girl at heart. But every once in a while, who can resist the lure of a swashbuckling hero in breeches, the swish of petticoats, and all things being motivated by honor? So here is your new release of a historical to take you back to the fun of love in the nineteenth century!

She has lost everything but her dignity...

England, 1811. When John Merrick, the Earl of Corbeau, is caught in a locked storeroom with Lady Grace, he has but one choice—marry her. He cannot bear to tarnish any woman’s reputation, least of all Lady Grace’s.

Lady Grace Landon will do anything to help her mother and sisters, crushed and impoverished by her father’s disgrace. But throwing herself into the arms of her dearest friend’s older brother to trap him in marriage? Never.

Corbeau needs to prove that he loves her, despite her father’s misdeeds. After years of being an object of scorn, not even falling in love with Corbeau alters Lady Grace’s determination to not bring her disrepute upon another. However, if they don’t realize that the greatest honor is love given freely without regard to society’s censure, they stand to lose far more than they ever imagined. 

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He held the bright red berries toward her. “It’s up to you to save me from my vice.”
“You don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve had a strawberry. A real strawberry, not preserves.”
He plucked one up by its little crown of leaves and offered it. “Well then?”
“Maybe...maybe just one.” Absently, she slid the metal base of her candle stand next to his on the shelf.
“Go on, Grace.”
“Then again.” She bit into her bottom lip. “I don’t know if I can restrain myself to only one.”
An unfortunate second interpretation of what it would be for Grace’s restraint to dissolve sent a rush of heat down to a place that needed no such coaxing.
His voice lowered, texture roughening. “I’m giving you every encouragement not to.”
“But if I start, I don’t think I can stop.”
“Funny. That’s precisely how I feel.”

It Is Time For Some NAKED MEN!

I'll admit it - I'm beyond excited to share my Naked Men with the world. I adore them all. I kinda want to sleep with them all. But I know I made the right decision in kicking off the series with Griff. He's the leader of the group, and you learn the strengths and hilarity of the other guys through his eyes. They've got a Coast Guard rescue pilot, a food truck owner, a disaster recovery specialist, an NTSB agent and a gajillionaire computer whiz in their tight circle. I can't wait for you to see the women who show these strong, fiercely independent men just how terrific love can be!

Who doesn’t love Naked Men? In Christi Barth’s irresistible series, a group of close-knit friends talk out their problems with naked honesty on a popular blog. Bonded by a high-school tragedy, they’re moving on from the past—and fighting for the future with strong and sassy women.
Griffin Montgomery helps people. As a teenager, he kept his best friends alive after their soccer team’s bus crashed in the Alps. Now, as a Coast Guard search and rescue pilot, he saves lives with reckless abandon—until he goes too far and earns a lengthy suspension. Working on the Naked Men projects keeps his mind busy, but Griff’s itching to get back in the action. That’s when he finds his latest rescue mission: a pretty wallflower who’s stuck in her comfort zone.
Chloe Widmore doesn’t take risks. As a professional letter writer, she gets enough excitement out of expressing other people’s emotions. So when the hottest man she’s ever seen invades her coffee shop, Chloe surprises herself with how much she wants to be with him. Routines make her feel safe. Griff makes her deliciously unsafe, in so many ways. But falling for him is one risk she might just have to take . . . whether she’s ready or not.

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10 Things You Didn't Know About Patsy Jefferson

In a compelling, richly researched novel that draws from thousands of letters and original sources, bestselling authors Stephanie Dray and Laura Kamoie tell the fascinating, untold story of Thomas Jefferson’s eldest daughter, Martha “Patsy” Jefferson Randolph—a woman who kept the secrets of our most enigmatic founding father and shaped an American legacy.
From her earliest days, Patsy Jefferson knows that though her father loves his family dearly, his devotion to his country runs deeper still. As Thomas Jefferson’s oldest daughter, she becomes his helpmate, protector, and constant companion in the wake of her mother’s death, traveling with him when he becomes American minister to France.
It is in Paris, at the glittering court and among the first tumultuous days of revolution, that fifteen-year-old Patsy learns about her father’s troubling liaison with Sally Hemings, a slave girl her own age. Meanwhile, Patsy has fallen in love—with her father’s protégé William Short, a staunch abolitionist and ambitious diplomat. Torn between love, principles, and the bonds of family, Patsy questions whether she can choose a life as William’s wife and still be a devoted daughter.
Her choice will follow her in the years to come, to Virginia farmland, Monticello, and even the White House. And as scandal, tragedy, and poverty threaten her family, Patsy must decide how much she will sacrifice to protect her father's reputation, in the process defining not just his political legacy, but that of the nation he founded.

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STEPHANIE DRAY is an award-winning, bestselling and two-time RITA award nominated author of historical women’s fiction. Her critically acclaimed series about Cleopatra’s daughter has been translated into eight different languages and won NJRW's Golden Leaf. As Stephanie Draven, she is a national bestselling author of genre fiction and American-set historical women's fiction. She is a frequent panelist and presenter at national writing conventions and lives near the nation's capital. Before she became a novelist, she was a lawyer, a game designer, and a teacher. Now she uses the stories of women in history to inspire the young women of today.

Laura Kamoie has always been fascinated by the people, stories, and physical presence of the past, which led her to a lifetime of historical and archaeological study and training. She holds a doctoral degree in early American history from The College of William and Mary, published two non-fiction books on early America, and most recently held the position of Associate Professor of History at the U.S. Naval Academy before transitioning to a full-time career writing genre fiction as the New York Times bestselling author of over twenty books, Laura Kaye. Her debut historical novel, America's First Daughter, co-authored with Stephanie Dray, allowed her the exciting opportunity to combine her love of history with her passion for storytelling. Laura lives among the colonial charm of Annapolis, Maryland with her husband and two daughters.

New Shifter Release!

If you like sexy shifters, you'll love this next book in Laura Welling's The Cursed Pack series.

She’s a hero, haunted by her past.

Novie helped save the Alpha’s family from the Big Sky Pack’s enemies, but the cost tore her soul. Now, she’s haunted by the memories of her friends’ deaths. To hide the fact she’s losing her mind, she moves to the outskirts of the Pack’s territory, with only her music and ghosts for company.

Kyle is the Pack’s newest lieutenant, and it’s his job to check on remote wolf families. Intrigued by Novie, he tries to learn her secrets, but she keeps them under ice.
When Novie and Kyle are trapped together in a blizzard, her nightmares turn to reality. Can she trust again, or is her heart frozen as the depth of a Montana winter?

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Kyle Dixon cursed under his breath as he pulled up outside the old hunting lodge. As the Big Sky Pack's newest lieutenant, it was his job to check in on all the remote pack families. He might have been new to Montana, and new to this pack, but this job was the same one it had been back in Alberta. And it was babysitting. Glorified babysitting.

They were werewolves, for Pete's sake. Even if it was the middle of winter, they could take care of themselves. Almost all of his visits were to large families. They didn’t need him. He'd spent the last three days turning up as the Alpha's appointed messenger, asking if there were any problems, and then getting in the way.
Sure, it was a good way to meet people. In his old pack, he'd known everybody. Or more to the point, everyone had known him, as the youngest son of the pack Alpha. He was always watched over, always in trouble, and as a result, he liked his privacy. If some random visitor kept showing up at his doorstep, he'd be irritated.
At least this was the last stop on his tour. It was also the furthest from Dash's ranch, and he'd have a long, cold drive back tonight. The sky hung heavy with snow, so he'd have to be quick to beat the weather.
He checked the name on his list. There was only one wolf at this address, a lone female, one Novie Starr. Quite a name. Gods knew it was unnatural for wolves to live alone, so there had to be a reason she was all the way out here. Hopefully she wasn't too crazy.
Kyle put on his cowboy hat, shrugged into his red and black wool coat, and swung down out of the truck. For all he was further south than his old home, it was still cold as hell-frozen-over down here.
The hunting lodge was an old log cabin, surrounded by a covered porch, which was probably really nice in the summertime. Not so much now though. He sauntered up the front steps and knocked on the door.
To his immediate left, he heard the unmistakable, solid, cha-chick of a shotgun being cocked. Kyle froze.
“Hands in the air,” a quiet female voice said.
He obeyed. It wasn’t as if he had a choice. The owner of the shotgun, and the voice, stepped into his field of vision. She held the gun pointed at his chest. Kyle forced himself to look past the weapon to the woman holding it.
Novie Starr, he assumed. She was beautiful.
Her milky skin almost glowed, surrounded by thick dark hair that cascaded over the shoulders of her canvas barn coat. Her ruby lips, worthy of any Disney princess, were set in a hard, determined line. But those blue eyes, pale blue eyes, like an angel come to earth, wouldn’t meet his. She kept her gaze trained on his chest.
The lowered gaze told him she was a submissive wolf. So why was she pointing a gun at him?
“What’s your business here?” she asked.
Keeping his hands in the air, and his body still as he could make it, Kyle responded, “The Alpha sent me to check on you. I’m the new lieutenant, Kyle Dixon. I’d offer to shake hands, but…” He smiled, knowing the power of his white teeth and dimpled chin charmed women all over. She might have a gun pointed at him, but he was confident he could talk his way out of this. And she was a pack member. She wouldn’t shoot him.
He hoped.