Only $0.99 For A Hilarious Wedding Romance!

Soooo excited that Amazon knocked down the price of Planning For Love, the first book in my Aisle Bound series, to only $0.99! This book is drenched with romance and hilarious wedding hijinks, so I know you're going to want to snap it up at this bargain price. Only at Amazon!

Ivy, my uber-romantic wedding planner, wants nothing more than to find true love. And then there’s Ben, an unapologetic flirt of a cameraman with a semi-secret past. He’s allergic to love. But at least he’s upfront about it! They’ve got a handful of quirky, funny friends. Last but not least, there’s the city of Chicago itself, such an integral part of this story. It couldn’t take place anywhere else. So many beautiful wedding locations, world-class museums and a majestic lake as far as the eye can see. Oh, and I hear they’re pretty famous for their sports teams, too.  

One of the questions that authors dread in interviews is where do you get your ideas—as if there’s a magical writer’s-only store, or an idea tree you can shake. Happily, with this series, I have an answer! Nine out of ten people who learned I was a wedding planner would say you should write a book!  Then they’d launch into elaborate eye winks about bridezillas, and mother of the bride horror stories.  

Except in my experience, at least 90% of weddings are wonderful. They are a celebration of friends and family and enduring love.  Most people do pull it together and behave like grown-ups. So I didn’t want to write a scathing tell-all. But a trilogy that focuses on the wedding industry, showcasing people who spend every day creating the perfect happily ever after?  That felt like a good place to start. And maybe a few crazy real-life hijinks did slip into my manuscript.  It is a comedy, after all! You’ll have to guess which ones happened and which are just figments of my imagination…

If you like a sassy and sexy happily ever after, this is the book for you. The sale won't last for long, so grab it at Amazon today!

Hilarious and Sexy Rebound Fling Story Releases Today!

I've got a madcap romantic caper set in Atlantic City releasing today. Want to hear more? Of course you do! Love on the Boardwalk is technically the sequel to my beach-read Love at High Tide. But it can absolutely be read as a stand-alone. If you did read the first book, you'll enjoy revisiting familiar characters (there might be a proposal.....just saying.....). If you didn't, jump right in - you'll enjoy this sexy trip to the AC Boardwalk either way!


Rebound flings are supposed to have soft landings, but one sexy cop is about to fall hard...

Atlantic City is the perfect place for detective Bradley Hudson to nurse his broken heart. A week of beer and strippers is sure to erase his former fiancée from his memory for good. What he didn't count on was running into a sassy redhead from his past. Maybe a rebound romp is an even better plan…

Trina Trimble, private eye in training, is thrilled to be reunited with the hottie she almost hooked up with last summer. She's undercover on her first solo case, but there's always time to lock lips with a sexy cop. Besides, a fun fling with Brad doesn't have to last beyond his week in town.

Brad and Trina are supposed to be just flirting, not forging a new forever. Brad's still healing, and although Trina changes careers the way other women change shoes, she has finally found her calling in her new life of disguises and stakeouts. But when an irresistible job offer threatens to lure her away, Brad will need to decide to let her go or bet it all on love and risk his heart again.

I know you want to snap it up, so here are the buy links:

Purchase at  Amazon // Barnes & Noble // Carina Press // Google Play // iBooks     

And since I'm in such a celebratory, release day mood, here's a peek at the scene that takes place on the iconic Steel Pier:

She stopped in front of the iconic giant Ferris wheel. Craned her neck back to look at it. The sunburst spokes connected to buckets striped in red, yellow, blue and green. It brought back great memories of the summer she spent operating a smaller Ferris wheel in Ocean City to earn enough for a down payment on a car. This one was far superior, being much taller and sitting right on top of the Atlantic. Maybe she’d bring Brad back here later for a ride. And some sexy smooches when the inevitable romantic pause at the top came.

“Don’t move. Don’t scream. Don’t even breathe.”

Something round dug into her side. It could be a corn dog on a stick. Or the end of a hairbrush. But Trina had watched enough cop shows to suspect it was the barrel of a gun. After all, who would threaten her with a corn dog—an angry vegan? Without moving, she slanted her gaze to the side…and down…just enough to catch sight of Ralph’s profile. And a whiff of his really bad cologne.

“There are easier ways to get a girl to ride a Ferris wheel, you know.” It was a lame attempt at a joke. But something about the pressure of the gun on her ribs seemed to short-circuit at least ninety-nine percent of her brain cells.

“Don’t get cute.”

“Sorry. Born that way.”

“You and me are gonna have a little talk. Don’t bother trying to scream or nothin’. I’ll have this trigger pulled before you open your mouth. While you’re lying here bleeding, I’ll just blend in with the crowd and escape.”

“Good to know you’re a man with a plan.” Her plan so far was to stall. To keep him talking until somebody noticed them. Unfortunately, Ralph slid his other arm around her waist, pulling her closer. Worse yet, he angled his body to hide the gun with his gut. And this being Atlantic City, nobody gave a second glance to a woman in formalwear with a feather boa floofing at the bottom of her dress.

Huge iBooks Discount On A Wedding Romance - only 99¢!

Psst - I'm sharing a terrific deal - Planning for Love, the first book in my Aisle Bound Chicago wedding series, is only 99¢ today through September 30 exclusively on iBooks. This introduces you to a funny, romance-drenched four book series full of hot guys, fast friends and all things wedding-related. Too good to miss, right? So here's the link: http://bit.ly/1qPwzhf - but keep reading to learn all about Planning for Love!

Hopeless romantic Ivy Rhodes

and

anti-Cupid Bennett Westcott

request the pleasure of your company for

their disaster of a courtship

Wedding planner Ivy Rhodes is the best in the business, and she’s not about to let a personal problem stop her from getting ahead. So when she gets an offer to star in the reality TV show Planning for Love, it doesn’t matter that the show’s videographer happens to be a recent—and heartbreaking—one-night stand.

Bennett Westcott can admit that he didn’t handle his encounter with Ivy very well. But looking at her beautiful smile—and, okay, great body—through the lens of a camera every day? He can’t be faulted for suggesting they have a little no-strings fun.

The more time Bennett and Ivy spend together, the more he realizes that Ivy isn’t the wedding-crazed bridezilla he’d imagined. But if he doesn’t trust himself to make a relationship last, how can he convince Ivy to give him another chance?

Here's a peek to suck you right into the story:

“I want to taste you, Ivy.” The scrape of his feet against the stones came to a halt. A gentle nudge with his forehead tipped her head back. Their eyes locked. “Why don’t we get a jump on the inevitable? Because I don’t want to wait another moment.”

Ivy had a split second to decide. Stick to her guns—and her professional ethics—and slip out of his arms? Or stay and lock lips with a super sexy man in the moonlight? Really, it was easiest to not decide at all. Her eyelids drifted shut as she waited for Ben to make his move. And waited. Nothing happened. She peeked out from beneath her lashes to see the merest hint of a smirk lifting the edges of Ben’s mouth. Her eyes flew open the rest of the way.

“What? What happened to the tasting and the moment?”

“The moment’s not right until you decide to commit to it. I promised earlier I wouldn’t steal any more kisses from you. Kissing is interactive. A two-way street. You’ve got to choose to slide behind the wheel and turn the key.”

Why did men turn everything in life into a car metaphor? Well, she could play along. Despite showing every sign of being something of a player, Ben had shown her, with that one little pause, that he also had bucket loads of integrity. No sane, single woman could turn down an honest to goodness gentleman. They were a rare breed, and she didn’t intend to waste this particular chance sighting. Time to seize the day...or at least what was left of the night.

“Oh, my motor’s fully revved. You’d better buckle your seatbelt, Mr. Westcott.”

Ivy tightened her grip around his neck and went up on her tiptoes to reach his mouth. The mouth she’d stared at off and on all day, remembering the firm albeit brief feel of his lips against hers. He wasn’t the only one who wanted a taste. She puckered up and planted a soft kiss. And then Ben quite expertly elbowed his way back into the driver’s seat.

His lips slanted hard across hers, instantly ratcheting the level of heat up from tender to full on sizzle. This was no getting-to-know-you smooch. Ben claimed her mouth with possessive pressure. His teeth nibbled open her lips, allowing his tongue to sweep inside. Her moan of pleasure was all the urging he needed to slide his hands down to not only cup her ass, but lift her off the ground.

Ivy’s world spun. Under the spell of the spring night, she’d yearned for nothing more than a touch, a quiet kiss. She’d wanted a sip of water to slake her lustful thirst. Instead, Ben’s kisses drowned her in a downpour of passion and heat. The arch of her foot curved around his calf, looking for something to ground her. Each stroke of his tongue ignited an array of sparks behind her closed eyes. He tore his mouth away but hovered his lips a breath away from hers. Eyes heavy lidded, he moved not at all, aside from the pounding of his heart thumping through his tuxedo shirt. Suddenly, she realized what he waited to hear.

“Okay, Ben. You’ve convinced me to have a drink with you.”

A hum of approval sounded low in his throat. He buried his face in the curve of her neck. And then from somewhere behind them, a short high gasp, and the unmistakable crash of glass breaking on the stone floor. Ben’s grip bobbled, but he didn’t drop her.

“Get your hands off my friend’s ass right now, or I’ll call in someone a lot bigger than me to make you.”