Back Cover Blurb for Better When He's Bad

Ugh...I really hope everyone loves Bax and embraces his dark and sinister world as much as I do!!


BETTER WHEN HE"S BAD
June 17th.....pre-order now my friends. You won't regret the decision

Welcome to the Point




There’s a difference between a bad boy and a boy who’s bad . . .

meet Shane Baxter.

Sexy, dark, and dangerous, Bax isn’t just from the wrong side of the tracks, he is the wrong side of the tracks. A criminal, a thug, and a brawler, he’s the master of bad choices, until one such choice landed him in prison for five years. Now Bax is out and looking for answers, and he doesn’t care what he has to do or who he has to hurt to get them. But there’s a new player in the game, and she’s much too innocent, much too soft…and standing directly in his way.

Dovie Pryce knows all about living a hard life and the tough choices that come with it. She’s always tried to be good, tried to help others, and tried not to let the darkness pull her down. But the streets are fighting back, things have gone from bad to worse, and the only person who can help her is the scariest, sexiest, most complicated ex-con The Point has ever produced.

Bax terrifies her, awaking feelings she never thought she could have for a guy like him. but it doesn’t take Dovie long to realize that some boys are just better when they’re bad.

Happy Valentine's Day!!

For Valentine's day this year I want you to meet BAX!!


I just LOVE him to a million and one pieces. He was so much fun to write.


He's the hero-well anit-hero, of my new series Welcome to the Point!

His book BETTER WHEN HE'S BAD is out June 17th right after NASH!!

I'm so excited for everyone to get a chance to meet him :)

Midnight Nash Teaser

I really loved writing a love story for these 2!!

Pre-order Nash now.
Available APril 29th.....

“Let’s give it ten minutes. Ten minutes, and if it isn’t going to work for both of us, let’s cut our losses and no one gets hurt or”— one of his black eyebrows shot up and a self- deprecating grin pulled at his mouth— “left hanging.”

“Ten minutes?” It didn’t sound like nearly enough time to touch all that smooth, burnished skin.

“Ten minutes.”

I could handle ten minutes without freaking out. Heck, when he kissed me the first time, it had lasted longer than ten minutes. I could do this, wanted to do this, but that didn’t mean my hands stopped shaking or the idea of getting naked with him didn’t have my stomach dipping and second thoughts trying to shove their way up from the depths. I talked a good game about letting sleeping dogs lie, but really I could feel they were always there, tugging hard on the leash. on the plus side, getting naked with him again meant I was finally going to see the rest of that tattoo.