Howdy y'all!

Today was supposed to be RELEASE DAY! BUT... I dropped it a little early, so those of you who pre-ordered it should have had it in your Kindles for about a week now! Yay!! Let Me Love You, book two in the Jeremy Lewis Series, is available, here. (For those of you who missed my last newsletter there's a sample below). I also have some freebies in the recommended section this week as well. Book 1 in the series, Four Letter Feelings, can be found here. (Reminder: all my full-length novels are free in Kindle Unlimited).

Did I tell you my books are getting a facelift? Well they ARE! I can't wait to show y'all the new covers. To celebrate the makeover, I'm soon going to be giving my newsletter subscribers (that's you!) a copy of AJ's book 1 in series, Game Changer. I'm SO excited to share these new covers with y'all, they're EPIC! <3

I also have a MUST READ release this week - and while I'm not IN this book (I don't write sweet romance), I DID play a part in getting it out there and curating the 26 short stories that are held between the covers. If you're a reader of sweet romance and love all things Hallmark - grab your hot chocolate and settle in with this amazing (and huge!) book. There's something for everyone in here!

Sweet Romance

Since it's so close (Eek!) let's talk Christmas. In general I do like Christmas, I admit, it's a harder with dad gone, there's a melancholy air around it that didn't exist before. Growing up, my parents went all out for Christmas. We never had much money, but my parents always scrimped and saved over the whole year to make sure our birthdays and Christmas were both epic.

We didn't have a lot of traditions, one gift opened on Christmas Eve, fried turkey and salad with homemade chips/fries on Boxing day, and buckets and buckets of love. My folks also tried to hide the shape of the gifts, by wrapping them strangely, or in too-big boxes. I remember the year my parents gifted me driving lessons, an envelope in a box almost as big as me, with a few tins of beans rolling around in it to make me think it was something bigger than an envelope.

With Lewis, we do an advent calendar of books, we make cinnamon ornaments and paint them with puff paint, we get a new family ornament with all our names on (and the year) and I get a new Wedgewood ornament - cause I'm fancy AF! LOL!

What are your family traditions? What do you love to do around this time of year? What did you ask Santa for? Do you like to overindulge in hot cocoa like me? Tell. Me. EVERYTHING!

Have a wonderful Christmas, y'all <3

Until next time,

Chapter 1

Someone grabbed my dick.

Jeremy winced at the thought. He pinched at his eyes with his forefinger and thumb, blinked a few times and re-read the words on Jess’ phone screen as she sat nuzzled against him on the loveseat.

Yeah, that definitely says ‘someone grabbed my dick’. What the hell is she reading? And who the fuck is Moses? Moses, Moses? Like, the dude from the Bible, Moses? Why is she reading about someone grabbing Moses’ dick? Is she really sitting next to me after a night of hot-as-hell sex, reading porn? Ouch. That definitely stings. Was last night THAT subpar she couldn’t even wait ‘til she got home to break out the word porn? Is this a hint?

He sucked in a slow and cleansing breath.

Shit. Where the hell has my confidence gone? The sex last night was just as mind-blowing as it always is, you know this, so why are you suddenly intimidated by someone groping Moses’ dick in book porn?

His eyes glanced back to the screen. Chapter one. Moses. Someone grabbed my dick.

Yeah, I’m totally back to what the actual fuck is she reading?

“What the fuck are you reading?” he spluttered, finally giving in to his internal monologue.

He felt her chuckling against his body.

“Julia Wolf.”

She answered dismissively, as though that were enough information to satisfy his curiosity, and he watched her swipe to continue reading.

“I don’t know who that is. Is she the someone grabbing his dick? And Moses, like the Bible Moses? Why is this Julia woman grabbing Moses’ dick? I have so many questions from that first line alone, Jess. Are you reading porn? ʼCause it looks like porn. Didn’t you get enough dick last night?”

She laughed harder, turned her head to flash him her signature side-eye glare and shook her head.

“What, so it’s ok for guys to think every love story starts with a boob grab? But you’re gonna get all butt hurt when it’s a guy who gets violated? Talk about double standards!”

“Ok, woah! Down, girl. That’s not what I meant. At all. I don’t give a chicken-fried-fuck who’s doing the grabbing, or whether it’s a dick grab or a boob grab… none of that shit is ok—”

“Oh, wait, I get it! Your pride is wounded. You think I’m reading smutty porn after a night of rocked-my-world sex and you feel somehow emasculated and insecure, right?” 

She turned her head again so he could see her smirk and reached her hand up to patronizingly pat his head. “Your dick performed admirably last night. There, feel better? Damn, Jer. For a fuck buddy you sure are needy!”

“Says the ‘no strings’ woman who’s cuddling on my loveseat the morning after the night before, while reading all about Moses’ junk.”

She sighed, sat her phone on her lap and shook her head again. “Dude. It’s not porn, it’s not even erotica, though it is romance. Steamy-as-fuck rockstar romance, actually. Moses is Mo, he’s the lead singer of a band and if you had read the next line, you’d know he wasn’t really ok with having his junk molested by a front-row fan. Julia Wolf is the author, Michaela is the object of his affections and I’m your hostess, Jess, who didn’t pick up this book because your dick didn’t satisfy me enough last night. I picked it up because I’m still tired, I’m achy from being pounded by your wonderful dick and don’t want to go home yet. And I’m hungry, so do a girl a solid and make her some breakfast, would ya?”

“We’ve been here before.”

“No shit. I like your pancakes.”

“I bet you say that to all the guys.”

“If all the guys made pancakes like you do, betchurass I would.”

“I more meant the fact that the first time we met I almost, kinda, sorta, accidentally accused you of being a hooker and here you are, demanding pancake payment for services rendered last night.”

She feigned horror, gasped and spun to face him, throwing a playful thump at his bicep. “Pancake payment?” she managed, her now-giggles betraying the fact she wasn’t actually horrified. “We both know that if I was to demand payment it would cost you a lot more than a stack of pancakes. Pancake payment!” she muttered, shaking her head.

“Fine, I’ll throw in some bacon.”

She swung a pillow at his stomach as he stood up. “You’re lucky you’re good with your tongue, Jeremy Lewis, or I’d cut it off with a blunt knife.”

He held his hands up in surrender and backed away from her slowly, flashing her a cheeky grin. “Wait, are we hacking off my tongue or my penis?”

“Yes.”

“Scrambled eggs, too, then. Got it!”

He chuckled as she tossed the pillow at him as he escaped into the kitchen to make breakfast, and it landed with a thud at his feet on the wooden floor.

It had been a while since they hooked up. When Jeremy’s parents died, she’d tucked tail and run at the prospect of her friend-with-benefits also being the friend-with-a-mental-breakdown. She’d kept her distance, and he’d honored her wishes and kept to himself when he saw her in the bar or around campus. At first, he’d thought it was him, that his being broken had driven away the women in his life. With Chelsea leaving in the middle of the night and not returning his texts or calls, and Jess deciding his grief was somehow radioactive and not conducive to a friends-with-benefits arrangement, no wonder he’d been insecure and self-conscious. After a couple sessions with Dr. Sheila, his therapist, he’d come to realize while it was quite an ill-timed coincidence, it likely had very little to do with him. It was more likely everything to do with whatever the women were going through themselves. He wasn’t responsible for their actions.

Dr. Shiela had tried to drill into him that he was not responsible for other people’s behavior from the moment he first stepped into her office, but it was proving a hard lesson for him to internalize. In fact, he wasn’t sure he’d ever fully be able to disassociate himself from the guilt and self-blame that came along with other people’s choices. Whether it was his parents’ murders, AJ’s attempted suicide or Chelsea ditching him post-sex, Jeremy still felt responsible. Sheila had assured him that was a typical response, which comforted him a little, but it seemed there was no simple solution to quiet the noise in his mind.

As he pulled bags out of cabinets and started measuring out the ingredients he needed to make pancake batter, he went through the events of the previous night. He’d gone out for a drink with AJ to catch up. AJ had been out of town for the last month or so, he’d been traveling with his parents and his sister, and visiting with his family in Canada. Jeremy had joined them for a bit, but he’d come back to Alabama to give AJ time with his family without Jeremy-the-fifth-wheel tagging along. They’d gone out last night to catch up, and not that he’d ever admit it out loud, but Jeremy had missed AJ and was looking forward to hanging out with him again. Chris had joined them at the bar and when Jess had spotted him ordering a round of drinks, she approached him and struck up a conversation.

She offered to buy him an apology beer. The promise of a beer with an attractive woman was enough to make him ditch his friends despite feeling hurt over her abandonment. Wringing her hands together and avoiding his gaze, she had apologized to him for being a ‘selfish bitch’ when his parents had died. She confessed having been through the loss of her own father she wasn’t in an emotionally stable, or available, place to help him through his grief and so she bolted. She told him it wasn’t something she was proud of, and she felt crappy about it. When she had finally met his eyes, he saw the all-too-familiar flicker of grief and heartache which had clung to him since the death of his parents. Her eyes glistened with tears as she asked him to forgive her for being such a shitty friend, and she asked if they could work towards picking up where they left off.

He wasn’t big-headed enough to think the beautiful woman sitting in front of him didn’t have a line of suitors at her door, and he knew their friends-with-benefits agreement had benefited both of them while it lasted. He also knew as soon as she’d approached him at that bar, they were going to end up in bed together.

Smiling to himself as he finished whisking the fresh batch of batter and switching it out for the batch he had made the day before, he shook his head.

Some things are as predictable as a moth to a flame.

He cracked a few eggs, whisked them in a bowl with a little cream, seasoned with salt and pepper and sat them to the side while the frying pan heated.

“What are you grinning at?”

Glancing up from his workspace, his eyes lazily relished the curves of the beautiful woman leaning against the doorframe. 

“And did I just see you put new batter in the fridge and take out already made batter? That’s next-level organized, Jer.”

He chuckled. “Day old batter is better than fresh batter. If you can leave it to chill for at least an hour or three, that’s better than freshly made. But it’s even better still if you leave it overnight,” he explained, pointing to the jug of batter on the counter. “Exhibit A, milady. And as for the grinning, I was just thinking about how you threw yourself at me at the bar last night,” he added, nonchalantly, dolloping some thick pancake batter into the center of the pan.

“Excuse me?” Her eyes had narrowed to slits, and he was sure that if she could, lasers would have shot out and turned him to dust.

“You heard me,” he answered, waving the spatula at her before flipping the pancake.

“I, do not throw myself at anybody. Ever. You came on to me, I just… let you.”

“Oh, I might have grazed your thigh under the table, sure. But you… you…” he trailed off as he pointed the spatula in her direction again. “Just, what, exactly are you doing?” She had slipped her hand underneath the hem of his oversized UAH shirt she’d borrowed to sleep in.

“What?” She asked, feigning innocence. “Oh this? Well, at the mention of our sexcapades last night, I just had to. Can’t blame a girl, Jer. I clearly can’t contain myself, what with all the throwing myself at you and all, and I obviously can’t physically throw myself at you again with all this,” she gestured casually at the messy worktop, “between us. So I’m taking things into my own hands.”

She arched her eyebrow as though to challenge him, closed her eyes and allowed her head to loll back against the door frame.

Jess moaned.

Jeremy groaned.

“Can you at least wait ʼtil we eat?” he half-joked, half-pleaded with her. He flicked his gaze from the pan under his nose to the beautiful woman continuing to pleasure herself against the door frame. “You’re not helping!” he growled at the growing bulge in his boxers while he pulled the pan off the heat, turned it off, slid the pancake onto a plate and put the empty pan back onto the stove. “Ok, fine. I’ll allow you to seduce me before breakfast, but I’m going to go on record here and tell you that things would progress very differently right now if I’d already started cooking those eggs.”

She didn’t open her eyes, or stop moving her fingers, but he could see a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Sure they would, Jer. Sure they would. Just you keep telling yourself that. While you’re at it, you might wanna tell it to that bulge in your pants over there. I don’t think it got the memo.” She paused and sighed. “Dude. You mind hurrying up? There’s an orgasm with my name on it and if it’s all the same to you, I’d rather not get there by myself.”

He grinned as he abandoned every notion of pancakes, eggs and bacon and strode towards her with purpose. “Yes ma’am,” he answered as he freed himself from his boxers, picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist, leaning her back against the doorframe. “I’ll get right on that.” 

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