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Hey y'all,

This newsletter is brought to you from a misty, rainy, costal Air B&B in BFE Co. Sligo with six of my bestest author friends.

This week is everything I've needed this year. 2023 has been a struggle for me. My friends (and Editor Jess) tell me it's a year of growth, and I'm trying to lean into that. But damn if growth isn't painful as fuck sometimes.

For the duration of this writing retreat I'll be looking out the window at the hills that lead down to the sea, there are cows that sporadically appear from the mist, and there's such a moody vibe that it's giving me Heathcliff on the Moors feels. Or, even better, Darcy.

Haven't seen him out the window though, but there's still time.

There's something very special about when a group of like-minded individuals come together and hang out. Most of the time we're slobbing around in our wearable blankets and matching socks. I've spent an excessive amount of this week hugging my friends and telling them I love them.

People have come as far away as Eugene, Oregon and New York City in the United States, and it means more to me than they'll ever know that I got to wake up in the same house as them for an entire week. So I'm making it weird. Hugs for everyone. Boob squishing, bone crunching hugs and I'm holding it for so long it just gets awkward.

That's the vibe.

While I'm here, I'm working on book two in my Protocol series. Jagger and Talia are giving me quite the run for my money and we're only a couple chapters in. Woof. I know readers think authors are in full control of their projects, but holy cannoli, I'd love an easy time for just one of my books. LOL!

While I'm wording on Jagger and Talia, Editor Jess is sitting across the table from me working on Raffi and Tori. It's a special kind of hell knowing your editor is red-penning your book while you can see her face.

It's fine though. Don't worry, I have tequila.

That's it for this week, I have a new anthology releasing next week that I want to share with y'all, but for now I'll leave you with a reminder of last week's anthology release. August and Rowan are fire, like gasoline poured on fire, and I can't wait to turn them into a full length novel after we raise some funds for charity with this anthology.

If you haven't checked it out yet, click here.

Until next time,

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Justin

I thought I’d left my past in Minnesota when I moved to Iowa, but it was right there waiting for me.

Long blonde hair, curves in all the right places, and a death glare that hits harder than a slap shot to the solar plexus. On the ice, I’m a pro at blocking shots, but Savannah Bowen has slipped behind all my defenses and made a home in my heart.

I had no intention of revisiting the past, but when she’s damn near everywhere I go, I’m a goner.

Savannah

Hell freakin’ no.

It doesn’t matter that Justin Ashe is seven feet tall and sexy as sin, or that I’ve had a crush on him for years. He cheated on my best friend in high school, and that makes him off limits.

I can’t be with him, but damn, it’s impossible to stay away from him. Girl Code says uteruses before duderuses.

He’s supposed to be my enemy, but the more I see of him, the blurrier the lines get.

Welcome to UCR hockey, where fierce AF heroines and hot as puck heroes find their hockey ever afters. If you pucking love college hockey romance series, you’ll adore UCR Raccoons hockey.

FREEZING THE PUCK is a delicious slow burn, enemies-to-lovers, ovaries before brovaries sports romance. This interconnected full-length stand-alone is the first in a new series with no cheating or cliffhangers and has a guaranteed happily-ever-after.

Bookish. Bold. Beautiful. And entirely out of his league.

On paper, all-American boy next door, Lincoln Scott, has it all. But behind his slap shots, straight-A report card, and easy going charm, Linc hides a secret only his best friend knows.

When he attempts to return a misplaced bra, a wrong number gets him way more than the hook-up he bargained for. No one has ever looked beyond the star hockey player, until the mysterious woman he can’t stop texting sees him for who he really is.

Does Linc have the skills off the ice to keep up with her? Will he follow in his father’s footsteps? Or will he step out from the shadows and chase his dreams?

If you’re pucking obsessed with Helena Hunting, Pippa Grant, and Elle Kennedy, you’ll love this hilarious, hot-as-puck, secret identity, opposites attract, curvy girl sports romance. Two for Interference is a full length standalone with no cheating, cliffhangers, and a guaranteed happily ever after.

Welcome to the Minnesota Snow Pirates, where skilled and sexy mother puckers’ lives get turned upside down by strong and badass heroines. Curl up with your next book boyfriend today.