Hey Book Lover!

How is your week going? Mine is kind of hectic right now. Today is my birthday, yesterday was my husband's, and I share a birthday with my best friend. So, lots of celebrating and cake right now. My son is in seventh heaven with all the 'happy cake day's we're having. (That's what Little Man calls birthdays which we officially adopted because it's adorable.)

Little Man actually inspired one of the epilogues in my next release Morning Glory which I won't spoil anything but it's super cute. Morning Glory is actually on sale right now as a preorder for 99c so now's the chance to grab it!

Here's a sneak peek:

“Ugh.” Dropping my keys into the hand-painted pottery bowl Wren’s daughters made for me, I kicked off my shoes and bee-lined for my kitchen. What a long day. I couldn’t wait to pour a glass of wine, take my scrubs off and get into the bath for a long soak—so long, the neighbors might think I drowned.

Yup. That sounds perfect.

I flicked on the kitchen light as I walked in and headed right for the fridge, pulling it open and leaning against the old door as I peered inside at the options. There was a half-drank bottle of white or a growler Forrest had given me a couple of weeks ago from his latest batch.

I contemplated which one would have the most sedating effect when my front door opened behind me, and I shoved the door shut, turning quickly as Forrest tugged his boots off before marching down the hall to me.

“Wow, you look like shit.”

“Thank you, I haven’t looked in a mirror lately, so this is helpful.” I flipped him off before turning back to the fridge. Decision made. Forrest was not a wine drinker, so I started to grab the growler when he stepped closer and nudged the door shut, nearly catching my hand.

“Hey, what the hell!”

“I have a better idea.” Straightening up, I crossed my arms over my chest as I turned to face him.

“Alright, what’s that?”

He grinned and reached into his back pocket before pulling a piece of paper out of his back pocket and holding it out to me. I gave him my best-unimpressed look as I slid the paper out of his fingers and looked at it.

A block of cement landed in my stomach as I stared at the heading.

SAGE RIVER’S ANNUAL FIREFIGHTER AUCTION.

Yeah, I knew about it. I also knew it was today, which was exactly why I’d worked the shift I had. I was hoping to miss it, and if I hadn’t, my blissfully drunk and drowning plan was also the backup plan to help me avoid going or knowing anything about this.

“Okay?” I looked at him cocking an eyebrow.

“We’re going.”

“We’re not.”

“We are.”

“I really don’t want to.”

“C’mon, we can go and make fun of Deacon. He goes up there every year and sells himself off to the highest bidder, and it always goes high because the women want to get in his pants, hoping this year will be the year he meets the love of his life. It’s hilarious.”

Mine and Forrest’s definition of hilarious was very different. I took no enjoyment in Deacon being sold off to other girls because I wasn’t allowed to bid on him. It was stupid, sure, but Forrest had made it plenty clear our relationship was hinged on the fact we were like ‘brother and sister,’ which meant his brothers were supposed to be my brothers.

I'm aiming to get a boxset together for my Huntsville Misfits pack which will include a bonus story for anyone who purchases the boxset. I'd also like to offer it to you Book Lover, as a freebie for subscribing. I'll be sending the story in parts over the course of the next two weeks. If this is something you're interested in receiving, you can sign up for that list here.

I also wanted to let you know my friend Frankie Love has just released her first wide title Rough and Tumble. Available on all retailers!

When you grow up in Home, WA, the road always leads you to... well, home.

I'm Bartlett Rough, and I've never left the mountain where I was raised with my six brothers and sisters. Cheesy as it may sound, Home really is where the heart is.

But we're all growing up, building cabins of our own, taking claim of our land. Things are changing.

I feel that more than ever, when the winter winds sweep Abby into town.

This wild, fierce beauty is everything I'm not.

I own the hardware store, know everyone in this town by name, and am expected to settle down with someone local.

Abby tumbled into town on a train, with nothing to her name, clutching her dog Hijinx, and holding onto her memory of Home from when she came through here years ago.

I've played it safe my whole damn life.

After one night with Abby, I have someone to fight for.

A reason to risk it all.

But falling for her has no guarantees -- she could leave as fast as she came, taking my heart along with her.

Have you grabbed some more Dad Bods? Check out the latest releases!

That's it from me for this week.

Much love, Kylie xoxo