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Howdy, y'all,

First things first, we're getting this party started with an f-r-e-e-b-i-e book for you guys to download and indulge.

If you know anything about me, you'll know that in the last few years, I've tried really hard to double down on aligning myself with stellar sports romance authors, and this year I've signed up to a round robin with an all star line up.

First up is False Start by Melissa Ivers - yup, my one and only co-writer for My Brother's Teammates. Grab it now, for zero pennies!



For those of you who don't know, there's a local to me cafe called The Prom. Every Monday morning, my author friend Karina and I get together there at 9am. We have breakfast, we work, we talk, we have lunch, we work, and we leave around 1.30pm on a 'regular day' and on a vacation day, we may leave closer to 3pm.

But wind, rain, hail, or shine, we can be found sitting in that exact same, reserved-I-have-you-know table. Karina sits with her back to the sea, and I sit facing the water. Regardless of whether it's a clear, still blue day, or a tumultuous wild and windy grey day, you will find us there, in our seats, getting to know the elderly population of our little town.

We've been going to The Prom damn near every Monday for two years now. January 2022 was when we first met there, and it's such an inherent part of my life, my week, my entire author process that I can't imagine life without it.

Even during the month of December when I was injured, I only missed one week (couldn't walk, couldn't sit) but once I was a bit more mobile, even though I couldn't concentrate to sit and work, I still showed up for the breakfast feed and then buggered off and left Karina to it.

The week I'm writing this newsletter for y'all, was a rough one. I'm not making progress with my injury as quickly as I'd like to be (though I DID upgrade to getting dressed all by my big girl self as long as it's jeans and not leggings, and slip-on Toms shoes not boots! HOO-FUCKING-RAY!) and a scammer tried to get into my bank account and steal all my money (and credit). Worse still, I was so medicated when he called that he talked me into circles and I almost gave him access to every damn thing he wanted.

Yeah. It's that week, and I'm equal parts frustrated with my body, and angry with myself that the reason I can't buy my husband and son Christmas presents is because of my own drug-haze-induced stupidity.

Anyway, this backstory has a purpose, Monday morning, I was kind of miserable. I was medicated, I was grumpy, and my favorite barista, Megan - you'll all know her as the new owner of GTFO pie shop in the Raccoon's series - came over to the table to tell me a story.

Now, you'll need more context than the story itself, but every time I go to an author signing I bring back stuff for both my author friend Karina and my favourite barista, Megan. Karina always wants pens. She loves nothing more than to see me coming with half a dozen to a dozen branded author pens, and Megan gets pens, and bookmarks, stickers, and whatever author swag I can collect from my rounds at the signings.

Turns out, one of her little boys stole one of her bookmarks from my last foray across the water and has been using it in his reading at home books. Also turns out, he's learning phonics at school, so proudly prounounced the word 'Smut' loud and clear one evening when they were reading.

The innocent little dude asked his mum what smut meant, and Megan, being equally as innocent as her son, Googled it, yup, I know, she Googled it, only to find the Urban Dictionary definition and had to tell her little five-year-old that it meant love stories.

Her telling the story is obviously much funnier than me recounting it here for y'all, but when I tell you I almost peed myself laughing, that's not an exaggeration.

She's now going to be even more careful with what she gives them from my adventures to book signings.

I did tell her that my ten-year-old has a growing collection of penises that he asks me to add to each time I go away for a signing. It started with R. L. Kenderson's squishy little peen, it grew to add a crocheted dick, and a laser-printed cock, and the latest addition was a little mushroom-shaped gemstone.

I had to stop him from sharing pics of his dick collection with his friends, and explain that not everyone's parents would be as cool as I am with my ten-year-old having a collection of penises...

Anyway, that's my funny story for the week, I couldn't wait to share it with y'all, and I hope I've done poor, no longer innocent Megan's story justice by sharing it with all of you.

Until next time, don't do anything I wouldn't do,

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Thor:

Protocol. Routine. Control.

Not anymore.

My life turned on a dime in the blink of an eye. From making pancakes for the curvy redhead I met at the club, to being the single dad of an autistic, eleven-year-old boy.

I need help.

She needs a job.

I’m usually a one-and-done kind of guy, but she draws me in, holding me hostage with her green eyes and sass.

I’m playing with fire. But maybe this time, I want to burn.

Addison:

Things I expect after a one night stand: breakfast, small talk, maybe even another O before the awkward walk of shame in last night’s clothes.

I don’t expect to open the door to his house and find a kid surrounded by all his earthly possessions.

Fired from my job, homeless, and the perpetual screw-up of my family... How can I even think about caring for someone else’s child when I’m incapable of looking after myself?

**Please note** This book contains one pseudo-MMF scene where one M acts as a mentor to another though it is not a full MMF/doing-the-deed scene.

Read Control, today!

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.

Read Freezing the Puck, today!

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.

Read Two for Interference, today!