Sure, I have a half brother who runs The Alliance. And yeah, he’s given me his protection — in the form of a bodyguard and chauffeur. But I don’t have anyone that really knows me. No one to really love me.
Until I meet him. The man in the airport.
And when one chance meeting turns into something hotter, something more serious, I let myself believe that maybe he’s the one. Maybe this man is the one who will finally save me from my loneliness. The one to give me the family I’ve always craved.
DOM
The Mafia is in my blood. It’s what I do.
So when that blood is spilled and one funeral turns into three, drastic measures need to be taken.
And when this battle turns into a war, I’m going to need more men. More power.
I’m going to need The Alliance.
And I’ll become a member. By any means necessary.
Sin Series
Romantic Suspense
Mr. Sin
I should have run the other way. Paid my tab and gone back to my room. But he was there. And he was… everything. I figured what’s the harm in letting passion rule my decisions for one night? So what if he looks like the Devil in a suit. I’d be leaving in the morning. Flying home, back to my pleasant but predictable life. I’d never see him again.
Except I do. In the last place I expected. And now everything I’ve worked so hard for is in jeopardy.
We can’t stop what we’ve started, but this is bigger than the two of us.
And when his past comes back to haunt him, love might not be enough to save me.
Sin Too
Beth
It started with tragedy.
And secrets.
Hidden truths that refused to stay buried have come out to chase me. Now I’m on the run, living under a blanket of constant fear, pretending to be someone I’m not. And if I’m not really me, how am I supposed to know what’s real?
Angelo
Watch the girl.
It was supposed to be a simple assignment. But like everything else in this family, there’s nothing simple about it. Not my task. Not her fake name. And not my feelings for her.
But Beth is mine now.
So when the monsters from her past come out to play, they’ll have to get through me first.
Miss Sin
I’m so sick of watching the world spin by. Of letting people think I’m plain and boring, too afraid to just be myself.
Then I see him.
John.
He’s strength and fury, and unapologetic.
He’s everything I want. And everything I wish I was.
He won’t want me, but that doesn’t matter. The sight of him is all the inspiration I need to finally shatter this glass house I’ve built around myself.
Only he does want me. And when our worlds collide, details we can’t see become tangled, twisting together, ensnaring us in an invisible trap.
When it all goes wrong, I don’t know if I’ll be able to break free of the chains binding us, or if I’ll suffocate in the process.
Sleet Series
Hockey Romantic Comedy
Sleet Kitten
There are a few things that life doesn’t prepare you for. Like what to do when a super-hot guy catches you sneaking around in his basement. Or what to do when a mysterious package shows up with tickets to a hockey game, because apparently, he’s a professional athlete. Or how to handle it when you get to the game and realize he’s freaking famous since half of the 20,000 people in the stands are wearing his jersey.
I thought I was a well-adjusted adult, reasonably prepared for life. But one date with Jackson Wilder, a viral video, and a “I didn’t know she was your mom” incident, and I’m suddenly questioning everything I thought I knew.
But he’s fun. And great. And I think I might be falling for him. But I don’t know if he’s falling for me too, or if he’s as much of a player off the ice as on.
Sleet Sugar
My friends have convinced me. No more hockey players.
With a dad who is the head coach for the Minnesota Sleet, it seemed like an easy decision.
My friends have also convinced me that the best way to boost my fragile self-esteem is through a one-night stand.
A dating app. A hotel bar. A sexy-as-hell man, who’s sweet, and funny, and did I mention, sexy-as-hell… I fortified my courage and invited myself up to his room.
Assumptions. There’s a rule about them.
I assumed he was passing through town. I assumed he was a businessman, or maybe an investor, or accountant, or literally anything other than a professional hockey player. I assumed I’d never see him again.
I assumed wrong.
Sleet Banshee
Mother-freaking hockey players. My friends found their happily-ever-afters with a couple of sweet, doting, over-the-top in-love athletes. They got nicknames like Kitten and Sugar. But me? I got stuck with a dickhead who riles me up on purpose and calls me Banshee. Yeah, he might have a voice made specifically for wet dreams. And he might have a body and face carved by the gods. And he might have a level of Alpha-hole that gets me all hot and bothered.