Monday, September 26, 2016

COVER REVEAL: Tonic by Staci Hart

Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: October 13, 2016


Joel Anderson doesn’t take anything seriously. 

Not his relationships, which have been few and far between since his brutal divorce. Not the drama of working in a tattoo parlor, which seems to be around every corner. When things get him down, he smiles and cracks a joke. But he’s not the kind of man you cross, or you’ll find yourself at the wrong end of his fists.

Annika Belousov takes everything seriously.

Like her job as a reality television producer, given that she typically has something to prove. Or her love life, which is defined by a series of requirements — affluent, ambitious, accomplished, to name a few. Definitely her family, who worked their whole lives to afford her every opportunity, a sacrifice she doesn’t take lightly. When she’s tapped to produce a reality show at Joel’s shop, she doesn’t think twice, just goes in for the kill, as if there were any other way.

The second Annika walks into Joel’s shop, he makes it his mission to crack her open, but she’s not having it. He’s all wrong — too crass, too hairy, too un-serious. But it doesn’t take her long to find out there’s more to him than smirks and tattoos. And what she finds could put her career and his heart on the line.

Not that Joel cares. Because for the first time in a long time, he’s found his tonic.

Cover Design: Staci Hart
Photographer: Perrywinkle Photography

Staci Hart has been a lot of things up to this point in her life: a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can't forget that. She's also been a mom, with three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She's been a wife, even though she's certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She's also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she's been drinking whiskey. Her favorite word starts with f and ends with k.

From roots in Houston, to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she's not writing, she's sleeping, cleaning, or designing graphics.

COVER REVEAL: A Love Letter to Whiskey by Kandi Steiner

Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 13, 2016


It’s crazy how fast the buzz comes back after you’ve been sober for so long. 

Whiskey stood there, on my doorstep, just like he had one year before. Except this time, there was no rain, no anger, no wedding invitation — it was just us.

It was just him — the old friend, the easy smile, the twisted solace wrapped in a glittering bottle.

It was just me — the alcoholic, pretending like I didn’t want to taste him, realizing too quickly that months of being clean didn’t make me crave him any less.

But we can’t start here.

No, to tell this story right, we need to go back.

Back to the beginning.

Back to the very first drop.

This is my love letter to Whiskey. I only hope he reads it.
Cover Design: Quirky Bird
Photographer: Perrywinkle Photography

(pre-final edits)

The first time I tasted Whiskey, I fell flat on my face.


I was drunk from the very first sip, and I guess that should have been my sign to stay away.

Jenna and I were running the trail around the lake near her house, sweat dripping into our eyes from the intense South Florida heat. It was early September, but in South Florida, it might as well have been July. There was no “boots and scarves” season, unless you counted the approximately six weeks in January and February where the temperature dropped below eighty degrees.

As it was, we were battling ninety-plus degrees, me trying to be a show off and prove I could keep up with Jenna’s cheerleading training program. She had finally made the varsity squad, and with that privilege came ridiculous standards she had to uphold. I hated running — absolutely loathed it. I would much rather have been on my surf board that day. But fortunately for Jenna, she had a competitive best friend who never turned down a challenge. So when she asked me to train with her, I’d agreed eagerly, even knowing I’d have screaming ribs and calves by the end of the day.

I saw him first.

I was just a few steps ahead of Jenna, and I’d been staring down at my hot pink sneakers as they hit the concrete. When I looked up, he was about fifty feet away, and even from that distance I could tell I was in trouble. He seemed sort of average at first — brown hair, lean build, soaked white running shirt — but the closer he got, the more I realized just how edible he was. I noticed the shift in the muscles of his legs as he ran, the way his hair bounced slightly, how he pressed his lips together in concentration as he neared us.

I looked over my shoulder, attempting to waggle my eyebrows at Jenna and give her the secret best friend code for “hot guy up ahead”, but she had stopped to tie her shoes. And when I turned back around, it was too late.

I smacked into him — hard — and fell to the pavement, rolling a bit to soften the fall. He cursed and I groaned, more from embarrassment than pain. I wish I could say I gracefully picked myself up, smiled radiantly, and asked him for his number, but the truth is I lost the ability to do anything the minute I looked up at him.

It was an unfamiliar, warm ache that spread through my chest as I used my hand to shield the sun streaming in behind his silhouette, just how you’d expect the first sip of whiskey to feel. He was bent over, hand outstretched, saying something that wasn’t registering because I had somehow managed to slip my hand into his and just that one touch had set my skin on fire.

Handsome wasn’t the right word to describe him, but it was all I kept thinking as I traced his features. His hair was a sort of mocha color, damp at the roots, falling onto his forehead just slightly. His eyes were wide — almost too round — and a mixture of gold, green, and the deepest brown. I didn’t coin the nickname Whiskey until much later, but it was that moment that I saw it for the first time — those were whiskey eyes. The kind of eyes you get lost in. The kind that drink you in. He had the longest lashes and a firm, square jaw. It was so hard, the edges so clean that I would have sworn he was angry with me if it weren’t for the smile on his face.He was still talking as my eyes fell over his broad chest before snapping back up to his sideways grin.

“Oh my God, are you fucking blind?!” Jenna’s voice snapped me from my haze as she shoved Whiskey out of the way and latched onto my hand, ripping me back to standing position. I’d barely caught my balance before she whipped around to continue her scolding. “How about you brush that long ass hair out of your eyes and watch where you’re going, huh champ?”

Oh no.

I didn’t even have time to call dibs, I couldn’t even think the word, let alone say it, before it was too late. I watched it, in slow motion, as Whiskey fell for my best friend before I even had the chance to say a single word to him.

Jenna was standing tall, arms crossed, one hip popped in her usual fashion as she waited for him to defend himself. This was her protocol — it was one of the reasons we got along. We were both what you’d call “spitfires”, but Jenna had the distinct advantage of being cripplingly gorgeous on top of having an attitude. She flipped her long, wavy blonde ponytail behind her and cocked a brow.

And then he did, too.

His smile grew wider as he met her eyes, and it was the same look I’d watched fall over guy after countless guy. Jenna was a unicorn, and men were enamored by her. As they should have been — she had platinum blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, legs for days and a personality to boot. Now, before you go thinking that I was the insecure best friend - I had it going on, too. I worked hard, I was talented - just not at the things traditional high school boys valued.

But we’ll get to that.

“Hi,” Whiskey finally said, extending his hand to Jenna this time. His eyes were warm, smile inviting — if I had to pick the right word for him, just one, I’d say charming. He just oozed charm. “I’m Jamie.”

“Well, Jamie, maybe you should make an appointment with the eye doctor before you run over another innocent jogger. And you owe Brecks an apology.” She nodded to me then and I cringed at my name, wondering why she felt the need to spill it at all. She always called me B — everyone did — so why did she choose the moment I was face to face with the first boy to ever make my heart accelerate to use my full name?

Jamie was still grinning, eying Jenna, trying to figure her out, but he turned to me after a moment with that same crooked smile. “I’m sorry, I should have been watching where I was going.” He said the words with conviction, but lifted his brows on that last line because he and I both knew who wasn’t paying attention to the trail, and he wasn’t the guilty party.

“It’s fine,” I murmured, because for some reason I was still having a difficult time finding my voice. Jamie tilted his head just a fraction, his eyes hard on me this time, and I felt naked beneath his gaze. I’d never had anyone look at me that way — completely zeroed in. It was unnerving and exhilarating, too.

But before I could latch onto the feeling, he turned back to Jenna, their eyes meeting as slow smiles spread on both of their faces. I’d seen it a million times, but this was the first time I felt sick watching it happen.

I saw him first, but it didn’t matter.

Because he saw her.

Kandi Steiner is a Creative Writing and Advertising/Public Relations graduate from the University of Central Florida living in Tampa with her husband. Kandi works full time as a social media specialist, but also works part time as a Zumba fitness instructor and blackjack dealer.

Kandi started writing back in the 4th grade after reading the first Harry Potter installment. In 6th grade, she wrote and edited her own newspaper and distributed to her classmates. Eventually, the principal caught on and the newspaper was quickly halted, though Kandi tried fighting for her “freedom of press.” She took particular interest in writing romance after college, as she has always been a die hard hopeless romantic (like most girls brought up on Disney movies).

When Kandi isn’t working or writing, you can find her reading books of all kinds, talking with her extremely vocal cat, and spending time with her friends and family. She enjoys beach days, movie marathons, live music, craft beer and sweet wine – not necessarily in that order.

Friday, September 23, 2016

COVER REVEAL: Crazy for the Boss by Ashlee Mallory

Series: Crazy in Love #1 
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: September 29, 2016


Screw-up. Black sheep. Aimless playboy.

For most of his life, James Thornhill accepted that his family would never see him as anything but a failure. But as the new CEO of Thornhill Management, he’s been given another chance to set things right. First order of business? Settling a nuisance lawsuit and bringing the pesky but dedicated employment attorney on board as part of his team. Second order of business? Resisting the prim but fiery new employee who has somehow become utterly indispensable in his life.

Ice Queen. Good girl. Uptight do-gooder.

Quinn Taylor has grown up always doing what was right and, since graduating from law school, likens herself to a modern-day David taking on the Goliaths of the world. Goliaths such as the CEO of Thornhill Management. Playing babysitter and muse to the overindulged CEO was not what she had in mind, but with mounting debt making even a cup of coffee a luxury, Quinn’s ready to swallow her pride and get in bed with the devil. Something that, the more time she spends with the man, becomes increasingly enticing.

But the stakes are too high for either of them to risk an inner-office fling…until an unexpected trip to Quinn’s hometown brings a long-denied simmering attraction to a boil. They’ll have to decide what they’re willing to risk and how far they’re willing to fall if love doesn’t conquer all.
Cover Design: Letitia, RBA Designs

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“Okay, you really want to discuss this now? What happened today was a big mistake. As in, it shouldn’t have happened and it can never happen again.” 


“Why? Are you seriously asking me that? Because—” She stopped, and it was hard to miss the way she was staring at his lips before she realized what she was doing and turned quickly away. He had to work not to laugh. 

She tried again, “Because I work for you. You’re my boss. Anything beyond that would be highly inappropriate. You do not date your boss.” 

“Ordinarily, I might agree with you. As a blanket statement, that’s a practical and reasonable business policy. But we’re different. This thing between us…it’s different.” 

She snorted. “As everyone who dates their boss and lives to regret it undoubtedly says. James, we’re not different. I know you, how you operate. Dating—a lot of dating of a lot of different women—is your M.O. A three-day weekend in Napa is your idea of long-term commitment. Look, I can see how maybe the whole forbidden office romance thing has maybe made this seem more scintillating to you, but I’m not about to risk my job and my reputation for a flash-in-the-pan affair that, when you’ve moved on, will make me the office joke.” 

“You could never be a joke,” he said, all humor lost, and he leaned forward so she could see the intensity in his eyes. “Quinn, I don’t blame you for being doubtful of my intentions. I don’t have the best track record where dating and women are concerned. But that’s only because none of those women were you.” 

She rolled her eyes. “Do you use that line often?” 

He didn’t flinch, just continued to meet her eyes. “Never. I’m always honest with the women I date, just as I’ve always been honest with you. The truth is, even before this weekend, I’ve been fighting this growing…need for you. Wanting to see you every day, to hear your voice, even when you’re angry with me—” 

“You have to stop talking like this, James. It’s—it’s just not going to happen.” 

“Because I’m your boss.” 

“Yes, because you’re my boss. And have you thought for one second about the possibility that I just don’t feel the same way about you?”

Now he did laugh, a warm chuckle.

Ashlee Mallory is a USA Today Bestselling author of Contemporary Romance, Romantic Suspense, and Thrillers. A recovering attorney, she currently resides in Utah with her husband and two kids. She aspires to one day include running, hiking and traveling to exotic destinations in her list of things she enjoys, but currently settles for enjoying a good book and a glass of wine from the comfort of her couch.

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Tuesday, September 20, 2016

BLOG TOUR: Call Me by Gillian Jones

Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: September 19, 2016

Some know me as Chanel69.
But to my friends and family, I'm simply Ellie Hughes.
A university student who's in desperate need of money. A lot of money, and fast.

I'm about to start a new job.

Three nights a week I'll be the star in your late night fantasies, bringing your fetishes and fucked up scenarios to life.
Men will listen to my voice while they get off on their dirtiest desires.

Truth be told...this job makes me nervous. Regardless of the money, I don't think I can do it.

But when he calls I feel an instant connection.
Over time, he becomes my regular, my friend, and my confidant.

The problem is…he seems familiar...I think I know who he is.
If I’m right, how will he react when he discovers that I'm Chanel69?

~Book Review~
3 Stars

Ellie Hughes is a Canadian graduate studies film student. But when a sports injury cuts off her scholarship and finances for her final year become a real issue, Ellie takes a job with a phone sex company and the moniker Chanel69. Ace Ryan is Ellie’s hot new professor and thesis adviser. They quickly feel sparks between them, but how far can that go without bending the university’s policies and code of ethics?

Told via Ellie and Ace’s first person POV, this is a very slow burn romance with much of the novel depicting their time apart, not together. As a result, I really struggled to feel their chemistry and to get into their story together. I think more relationship build up with Ace in the beginning and less chapters about Ellie’s job would have gone a long way. Because when they finally lay out a possible relationship their dialogue sounded more like two nervous high school kids than two mature, educated adults.

On the flip side, I very much appreciated their maturity level when it came to not getting involved with other people simply because their student-teacher relationship was frowned upon. Sometimes a book without OW/OM drama, especially with a forbidden romance angle, can be hard to come by so I give this one major points for avoiding that dreaded troupe.

The strength of the story is definitely in the ending. It comes together well and avoids unnecessary angst. Plus the romance really picks up at this point too.

I was a little torn at times with the whole Chanel69/Jake thing. All in all I found it best not to overanalyze that angle too much. Although I did like the scene where they were basically crafting the sexy script together.

I think enjoyment of this book might depend a lot on what exactly you’re looking for. The detailed nature of Ellie’s calls make the story much stronger on the erotic end, while her scant interactions with Ace for the majority of the book make it weaker on the romance side. If you’re picking up this tale make sure the phone sex angle is a big drawl as it takes up a lot of chapters in the story. Also, there’s a lot of pages either dealing with or referencing various directors and films, particularly Star Wars. If you’re a film buff then this should be a 1-click read for you. If you’re not, then the references might start to get old.

Call Me is an upbeat teacher-student standalone erotic romance. 

Done for.
Completely fucked.
I need to get a grip.

I knew taking the job here was going be a risk; it always is when taking a job where you’re the one on faculty with the least seniority. What I didn’t expect was that there might be a risk I didn’t foresee that could end my goddamned career. And one I’d meet on the first day of school.

It’s my first year teaching at the University of Toronto. I was headhunted by the school, and finally agreed to make the move from Queen’s in Kingston to Toronto this year. Having my friends Mercer and Dylan both teaching here helped with my decision, but it was the chair offering me the two courses I loved to teach most that cinched it: Sexual Aesthetics & Representations in Film and Masters Thesis Essay in Sexual Diversity in Film. Both fascinating courses, and both with the same student enrolled who has me rethinking my decision to come here.

Three words.

Ellie Raine Hughes.

They say you never get a second chance to make a first impression, and my first impression of Ellie—albeit unique—is not one I’ll soon forget. I’ve never had quite the “meet cute” as I did this morning—she is adorable. I swear to Christ, I thought my dick was going to spring out of my jeans when she settled into the seat in front of me in my Sexual Aesthetics class.

First impression: not only is Ellie beautiful, she smells incredible, a mix of fruit and candy with a subtle vanilla twist, and I’ve never smelled anything quite so satisfying before. Don’t get me started on my thoughts when she took her sweater off. I’m curious to see if she’s actually a serious student or just the little jokester I saw glimpses of this morning. Not going to lie, I’m eager to find out.

I always like to sit back and observe the students as they make their way into class on the first day. I find it gives me a better sense of who’s who, provides me with good insight for the semester; it gives an outlook as to what type of class I might have on my hands. Is there a good balance of serious and non-serious students? Are they a loud crew? Is the room full of students that think this will be a bird credit? And so on. This morning, however, I noted none of that. Sitting behind Ellie and Courtney only proved to distract me from my ritual viewing as my eyes and ears didn’t make it past them. I was instead too caught up in them—in her.

As soon as I heard her honeyed voice make its way to my chair, my ears weren’t the only things that perked up to pay attention. As I sat back, I saw that Ellie’s smile was just as infectious as her laugh, and my senses zeroed in on her—and only her—during the time I was meant to be observing everyone coming in the lecture hall. Unfortunately, I honestly couldn’t tell you shit about the rest of the students, only her.

If she’s as smart as she is attractive, then she’ll definitely be somebody’s jackpot. From experience, though, it’s never the way. It’s rare that a person is ever actually blessed with the trifecta of wit, intelligence and beauty that Ellie’s “Mr. Vernon” reply indicated. I just might like holding her for detention. Either way, I’ll gladly accept the lovely view for the semester. I, myself, prefer brains with a more understated beauty. Not that it would matter if I were attracted to her anyway, teacher/student relations are a no-go.

However, listening to the two young women was quite entertaining. Entertaining to the point where I was almost late starting the class. Ms. Hughes seems to have a rebel streak, that whole “A for Asshole” joke piqued my curiosity. I’m very interested to see what type of student Ms. Hughes will be. Truth be told, I’d like to hear her thoughts about me more than I’d care to admit. Did she find me intimidating? Good looking? Does she think I’ll be some stuck up film guy, or did she like what she saw?

I have a pretty good idea where Ellie’s friend was going before I choose that as my point of entry into the conversation. Luckily, I managed to start class on time, while gaining two new model students, I presume. The look on both women’s faces was priceless, once I’d introduced myself after I stood up from the seat behind them, shocking the hell out of them. The blush over Ellie’s face was even more compelling. Now, if only I could stop trying to imagine what the rest of her would look like flushed under my perusal.

Ellie Raine Hughes could be big trouble if I’m not careful.

I'm a wife, mother, and a crazy Canadian, living in Ontario with the loves of my life-my amazing hubby and sweetest little boy. I'm Admittedly addicted friends, red wine, and laughter. A lover of alpha males, hot sex, all coupled with the perfect side of angst topped off with the epic happily ever after.


Wednesday, September 14, 2016

BOOK REVIEW: Double Team by Sabrina Paige

5 Stars
“‘You should be thanking the universe for dropping two hot guys in your lap—especially after the long drought you’ve had.’”
Well I know I am.

It’s been a long, hot summer folks but unfortunately many of my reads haven’t been smoking.  So I’m kinda giddy to tell you that if you’ve been in a reading slump like me, this one might be just what you’re looking for if you’re up for some fun and dirty ménage romance. 

Grace Monroe Sullivan, 26, is the president’s daughter. Single, she lives a quiet life and heads a children’s charity foundation. Uncomplicated, conservative, and boring all go out the door the moment she comes face to face with her new next door neighbor. Neighbors. Both of them.

Aiden Jackson and Noah Ashby are high profile football players. Best friends since childhood, they are a bit of opposites but they do share a few things in common. They could have any woman they want, but one meeting with Grace and they suddenly only want her. Boys will be boys, and boys will be competitive and play dirty. What’s a good girl to do when these two hunks set their sights on the same conquest?
“‘But you’re mine. I mean ours. And we are going to take every inch of you.’”
This book is straight out hot and hilarious!  I smiled, I swooned, I laughed out loud, and my panties got wet. This story has it all…including some things you might not have thought of—bongo drums and drones; lawnmowers and love confessions; packages and pranks; moonshine and  knitting, star spangled butt plugs and bananas; secret service and secret meetings. The list of fun little surprises could go on.
“‘Also, my dick wouldn’t be a dirty secret, either, because I’m pretty proud of it.’”
There’s just no shortage of shenanigans when it comes to the bad boys from West Bend.
“‘This ain’t the first time I’ve been in cuffs, if you know what I mean.’”
If you are looking for a hot read, this is most definitely one to pick up. It totally delivers on the dirty interactions without skimping on the character development or plot.  I absolutely adored the way the tale played out. It was a ton of fun, and Noah and Aiden were such a riot—you’ll want your own double team long before you reach the last page.

Told via Grace, Aiden, and Noah's alternating first person POV, the premise was fresh and upbeat and there’s plenty of entertaining banter. Oh, there’s one particular part that would normally leave me frustrated with the heroine, but how it played out in this scenario with the boys was hilarious and an ingenious twist on a common romance troupe. (See chapter 26)  The comedic twists will keep you on your toes while the steamy threesome will keep you panting.
 "‘Not yet, sugar. This is all about you, so fucking enjoy it.’”
Double Team is a light-hearted, erotic, romantic comedy, sports romance without the sports. ;-) There’s no OW/OM drama, just two hot athletics and one president’s daughter.

Friday, September 9, 2016

COVER REVEAL: Nights with Parker by Alice Tribue

Genre: Contemporary Romance 
 Release Date: September 22, 2016


Oliver Parker is a narcissistic a*$hole—vain, self-absorbed, conceited, and egotistical.

And those are his better qualities.

He takes what he wants, and he wants me.

Only, I don’t want to be had. Not ever and not by him.

When fate puts the hotel heir in the perfect position to get his way, my only choice is to give him what he wants.

But I'll spend my nights with Parker fantasizing about his demise.

Cover Design: Letitia Hasser, RBA Designs 

Alice Tribue lives with her husband and daughter in New Jersey. She has a bachelors degree in communications and is currently working on her masters degree. She spends most of her free time reading, writing, and when the weather permits lounging out on a beach.

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

BOOK REVIEW: Trucker by Jamie Schlosser

4.25 Stars

Travis Hawkins, 21, is a truck driver. But park you trucker stereotypes and misconceptions at the door.  He isn’t crude, rude, or a perv. He’s sweet, sexy, and a total book boyfriend.
“‘Sexy truckers like Pinterest, too.’”
Angel Thomas, 17/18, is basically an orphan, a runaway, and a hitchhiker. Oh, and definitely a bit naïve. But before she runs into any real trouble, fate intervenes causing these two to meet on a stretch of highway and everything that they’ve been missing in life becomes available to them. But that doesn’t mean the road is always easy.
“‘Oh, I’ll honk your horn so hard…’ –Angel
‘…Baby, I love I when you talk trucker to me.’” –Travis
Angel wants to make it to California to start a new chapter in life for both her and her convict mother, and when things start to develop between her and Travis, their time together faces an expiration date. Meanwhile, Travis is a coveted bachelor in a small town and while Angel makes some new friends, not all of the locals are happy to meet Angel.

Told via Angel and Travis’s alternating first person point of view, the story is largely low angst, light-hearted, and feel good with positive messages and examples of love.  There are no stupid, strung out misunderstandings here. The couple is young, but they know how to communicate. I give the story major points for taking a typical clichéd ‘OW misinforms the heroine’ troupe and showing how a mature person handles it—with a private conversation that avoids unnecessary further drama.  This scene alone helped make both Angel and Travis very likable and levelheaded. We need more role models like this in romance!

What was also refreshing was the virgin status of both the heroine and the hero and, most importantly, the way it was handled. Travis doesn’t go all caveman about Angel’s purity. His response depicts a real man respectful of women and secure in his own sexuality: 
“It didn’t really matter to me if she was or not.”  
Furthermore, their first time isn’t treated as a means of possession. It’s beautifully done, very sexy, and captures the emotions of the experience. And once it happens, there’s no shortage of steam in the story.  :)
“She licked her lips and my body suddenly felt electrified, like a soda can after it got shaken up, ready to combust.”
All in all, in a contemporary romance market often polluted with manwhores and sexist pigs, I wish more authors would take a chance with this scenario and these type of good guy heroes.

Trucker is the first book in The Good Guys standalone series. Dancer is next featuring Travis’s roommate Colton.  

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

RELEASE BLITZ: When Stars Collide by Micalea Smeltzer

Series: Light in the Dark #2 
Genre: New Adult


We were like two stars orbiting each other—dancing around the possibility that one day we might collide. When we finally did, we opened up a black hole, obliterating everything around us. No one would be the same.

Least of all, us.

Waking up in Vegas married to the guy of your dreams sounds like a good thing, right? Not when you’re Thea Montgomery and said guy is your brother’s best friend. 

Thea and Xander have always avoided the connection between them because her brother would never approve. Now, they’re married— the strongest bond you can have as a couple—and they’re not even a real couple…unless they want to be.

Thea wants an annulment immediately, but Xander’s waited too long to see her become his and he won’t let her go easily.

If she wants a divorce, fine, but he wants the summer to convince her that he’s the one. If at the end of the summer she still wants to end their marriage he’ll sign the papers, but until then…

All is not fair in love and war.

Read the first 3 chapters on Wattpad now!

Unedited and subject to change.

Holy mother of all hangovers.

I’d succumbed to the lure of Vegas and gotten completely wasted. Granted, that’s what everyone did in Las Vegas but I like to think I usually have more sense than the social norm.

I rub my eyes and blink them open. The hotel room comes into formation around me. The walls are a warm golden color and the flat screen on the wall plays some home improvement show. I can see the bathroom from the bed, the tiled walls and large soaking tub.

I roll over onto my side, hoping I can sleep off the hangover, and reel back.

“Oh my God,” I cry, flailing in bed.

My legs kick the sleeping guy beside me.

Not just any sleeping guy.

Oh no.

Xander Kincaid, my brother’s best friend, lays in the bed beside me.

His dark hair tumbles over his forehead and his cheeks are covered with several days worth of scruff. His chest is bare and…holy shit. He’s naked.

I look down.

Oh God, I’m naked too.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, reaching his left hand out to pull me closer to him. That’s when I see it.

“Is that a wedding band?” I scream shrilly.

His eyes narrow. “You don’t fucking remember?”

I shake my head and look at my own hand. A thin silver band rests on my finger. “What did we do?”

He sits up in bed and I try to ignore how adorably rumpled he looks with his hair sticking up.

Everything begins flooding back to me in quick bursts.




Confessions of love and desire. 

A wedding chapel. 



A contract. 

“We’re married,” I whisper. “Holy shit.” It’s all I’ve ever wanted—to be with Xander, but not like this. Never like this. “My brother is going to kill us.”

~Also Available~

Book One in the series. Cade and Rae’s story.
Can be read as a standalone.
What I remember the most about that day was that it was completely ordinary.
Then with one stupid decision everything fell apart and nothing was
ever the same.

Rae Wilder wants nothing but a do over—but
life doesn’t work that way. She’s stuck living out the consequences of
her actions. At times the burden feels unbearable.
College is supposed to be her second chance.
New place.
New people.
New life.
No one to know what she did.
Despite that, she has still vowed to avoid everyone and everything at all costs.
Unfortunately for her, an accidental run-in with the campus heartthrob, Cade Montgomery, derails that plan.

He’s determined to thaw the ice around her heart and expose the girl
she used to be. He wants to show her that life is worth living for and
that she really is a Rae of Sunshine.
Currently Free everywhere. 

Micalea Smeltzer is a bestselling twenty-something author. She started scribbling stories before she even knew her alphabet. She currently resides in Virginia with her doggie side-kick Ollie.