I’ve spent most of my life abiding by a few rules: You can never say I love you too many times. Never go shopping at Target on a Friday. Always be kind. Never eat gas station sushi. Like, ever. Lainey Taylor, the heroine of THE RULE BOOK, also has rules that she abides by. You see, rules play a fundamental role in the book (if you couldn’t tell from the blurb). What starts off as Lainey mocking Brogan’s 300-page rule book quickly becomes a list of rules that help her survive her first job out of college. Anything from never inviting herself to a Netflix pity party with her boss (whoops, it totally happened!) to having Clorox wipes handy for when shit hits the fan, Lainey is prepared to tackle anything that life throws at her. But what she can’t seem to handle? Following Brogan Starr’s rigid rules at Starr Media. There’s anything from no garlic permitted on premises to certain hours employees aren’t allowed in Mr. Starr’s office. And she definitely can’t get over the fact that semi-colons are prohibited when posting on any form of social media. A little extreme? Lainey thinks so, too. This is her first…

Hi Everyone 🙂 I’m so excited to be here today with a quick little teaser from LOVEGAME, my erotic thriller that comes out June 7th 🙂 This scene takes place right after Veronica has refused to sit down for the second half of the interview that she owes Ian and I picked it because it really exemplifies the power dynamics between them—both used to being in charge, neither willing to give an inch to the other even while their attraction to each other skyrockets 🙂 Hope you enjoy!!!!!! Excerpt: The second the words leave my mouth, I know they’re a mistake. I can tell from the way his eyes narrow, from the way his head cocks to the side and his full lips thin out to almost nothing. “What did you just say?” He sounds as incredulous as he looks. I fight the urge to take an instinctive step back, fight even harder the odd and terrifying compulsion I suddenly have to drop to my knees in front of him. I don’t know what’s going on here, don’t know what power he has over my body—over me—but it ends here. Now. “I said get out.” I draw on every ounce…

I am an author and a reader. Worse than that, I’m one of those historical nerds who think that what people ate hundreds of years ago is actually important. Throw all that in with my espresso machine and Bible, and you have a Christian Historical Fiction author who loves action and real-life, gritty faith-in-action. Faith. Gritty faith. I suppose what I mean by the combination of those two words is that faith isn’t always pretty. People often picture Christianity as a peaceful oasis in a skin-blistering desert, but Christian life is often something more than calm. Christianity is gritty real life. We’re faced with the same crushing waves that hit others. Only, we’re slammed into the Rock of Ages. When life gets hard or downright dirty, we have hope. In my latest novel, Grace Triumphant, I was faced with showing how faith works even in the heart of the storm. In my own life, I have seen how God’s grace is abounding – even in the midst of the dirty little messes we create and the turmoil that eventually comes our way. So, with writing a book that is obviously centered on grace, I had to realize that grace really…

“Black is a color; ask Crayola.” At that, Becca rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips in that sassy way she did when she was about to lecture him. He loved it and couldn’t help but grin. “Black is the opposite of color. It’s depressing, and besides, you look terrible in black.” “Listen, woman, no need for insults.” Nick turned the hose on Becca, spraying her once, before holding the sprayer up like a gun. “Say you’re sorry.” She glared at him with the intensity of a raging fire. “Hit me with that again and you’re dead, Hamilton. Dead.” “You and what army? I’ve got a foot on you, plus all these muscles.” He tugged off his shirt and flexed dramatically, laughing, until he caught Becca’s expression as she took him in. Her eyes widened a touch and she swallowed, her clenched fists relaxing as a brief flicker of something that looked a lot like attraction crossed her face. But then she cleared her throat and looked away, and before Nick could process what had just happened, she dashed for the soap bucket. “You spray me and I’ll dump this on you.” He grinned. “Then it’s a…

This should be an easy list, right? After all, everyone needs a fireman at one time or another during their life, even as a bystander. So here’s Jennifer’s list! They’ve got big…hearts. For many of these men, the job isn’t just a job, it’s a calling. Not only do they risk their lives to protect those in need, many of these guys are involved in charity and public safety education programs. They understand commitment, sacrifice and compassion, which makes them great boyfriend material. Calendars. I feel a little guilty about drooling over these guys, but since it’s for a fantastic cause, it’s all good, right? Need to see for yourself? Check out the FDNY Calendar of Heroes here. Firemen are cool under pressure and can *probably* handle whatever you throw at them in a relationship. They’re experts at mouth-to-mouth, a skill that can come in handy on—and off—the job. Did you know lots of these guys cook? It’s a fundamental necessity in the firehouse since firefighters put in long hours and need to eat well. I don’t cook, but they do, and that is H-O-T-! Prince Charming has nothing on these sexy as sin, real life heroes. What could better…

I’ve always been a writer—for as long as I can remember, I’ve been putting pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard, and writing little stories. In this early days, it was a very sad rip off of Sweet Valley High, my favorite series to read at the time. When I was in middle school though, I decided I wanted to write a novel. At this point, I’d never read a romance novel, and I didn’t know they existed as a genre. But I loved the Little House in the Prairie series, and Little Women, I’d devoured the American Girl books and the Sunfire series. I was totally and utterly enthralled by this Sweet Valley edition that was the generational saga of the Wakefields (seriously), and went back in Jessica and Elizabeth’s family tree—telling the story of lost (and found) loves. So, the first time I tried to write a novel, I set out to write a sweeping generational saga about the lives and loves of one family from the late 1880s to present day. I sketched out each story, I wrote beginnings of each. It’s been something like twenty years and I never finished any of them, but some of…

I blame pets for my love of romantic comedies. When you grow up with cats and dogs, you fall in love at an early age, and you laugh at an early age. Allow me to explain. Cats are just funny — and, please, I mean this with great affection for felines, but is there anything funnier than a cat falling off a windowsill, a couch, a shelf? That’s comedy gold, my friends. As for dogs, well, quite simply, they teach you how to love. As an aficionado of pets from an early age, I was clearly destined to love romantic comedy. I love watching rom-coms, I love reading rom-coms, and I sure as heck adore writing them. Usually with a dog by my side. Some of my favorite romantic comedies released this year, and some are tried-and-trued favorites. Here are five rom-coms I love. ANNA AND THE FRENCH KISS by Stephanie Perkins — This is the swooniest, sweetest, most romantic book about two seventeen-year-olds falling in love in Paris. It’s pretty much romance perfection and is bursting with witty moments too, alongside the heartfelt ones. CAN YOU KEEP A SECRET? By Sophie Kinsella — I laughed out loud, for days…

Angela Love is new on the scene for me. She is my alter ego, my little bit of bad girl seeping out. I’m having fun with these shorts about vibrators gone wild and had these covers designed to reflect the humor and light-heartedness I tried to capture. Candy Keane is a somewhat experimental girl who gets herself into trouble. I’ve said it before, she needs a Navy SEAL. Well, she’s going to have to go through some mishaps first. The storyline came to me when I posted on a blog some six years ago. I inquired about a certain item that writers were talking about. I’m not a prude, but I wasn’t as familiar as I am now of toys used for fun in the bedroom. I’m loving the research! I went online to one of “those” places, and got a customer service rep who asked me, virtually, what I liked. Though the Avatar was that of a woman, it could have been a male. How would I know? I’m keeping this very PG here for general consumption. It gave me the idea for The Stimulus Package. The other two books, Buzz Words and Road Rage, were borne at a…

THE SEDUCTION OF KINLEY FOSTER is a book that gets into full swing when the heroine ends up on a plane full of individuals who sell guilty pleasures. You know – those sex toys you have stashed in a drawer near your bed. What? You don’t have one of those drawers. What are you waiting for…get yourself some toys. No – you are not too old for such nonsense. I promise. Now that we all have the same drawer, or are in the process of getting such a drawer, I thought I’d share with you my top ten guilty pleasures in life. Calling in sick on a rainy day and reading a book from my to-be-read stack. I feel luxuriously sinful sitting by a window and listening to the rain and thunder while reading an awesome book on a day I should be at work. Not that I would ever do such a thing. Having an evening at home alone and no one to cook dinner for. I don’t mind cooking, but deciding on what to cook day-after-day-after-day wears me down. So any day I don’t have to decide what to cook is blissful. Dark Chocolate Dove bar every evening…

I’ve been skinny—or even average-sized—a vanishingly small proportion of my life. For a couple of decades, charitable observers might have called me chubby. In more recent years, though, chubby no longer suffices. I’m big. Fat. Plus-sized. Call it whatever you want, but I’m not the sort of woman who can simply stroll into a random store at a mall, pluck something off a rack, and expect it to fit. I’m also not the sort of woman who shows up on the covers and in the pages of most romance novels. But growing up, that didn’t stop me from searching desperately for heroines who resembled me. I hoarded the rare Silhouettes, Harlequins, and other books with plump lead characters. I didn’t always love the way their weight was addressed, but I was so desperate for any fictional representation of myself that I didn’t really care. Those books reassured me that I too deserved a happily ever after. I too would find love and have lovers—ones who wouldn’t simply overlook my weight, but find me beautiful. So I read and reread my stash of plus-size romances compulsively, hoping in their pages I’d find the certainty I lacked in real life. Over time,…