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Prince Of Lies

Rowe Prince is a lying liar who windmills into my life in full color, claiming to be Sterling Chase, a quirky, eccentric billionaire… and founder of the company I created. 

Two can play at the lying game, though, and I’m not about to let some burrito-delivering, floppy-haired virgin from Indiana best me at a game I was born to play. 

So I do him one better and pretend to be Sterling Chase’s new assistant. I’ll teach him a lesson that will hopefully wind us both up in bed… with nothing but the truth between us. 

But it turns out his shameless lies are enchanting… unintentionally hilarious… and make it all too easy to forget the truth…

Until I learn that this cutie’s intent is to defraud the company I’ve spent years building. I have to choose: risk the company or say goodbye to the man I’m falling for. A guy who just might be…

The Prince of Lies


Mr. Important

Honeybridge Book #2

There are three kinds of people in Honeybridge, Maine: The Honeycutts, who know a lot about love and loyalty; The Wellbridges, who think they’re the epitome of wealth and refinement; and the rest of the Honeybridgers, who know better than to get in the way of the centuries-old rivalry between the two.

My mother calls me incorrigible. My dad calls me a train wreck. Even my big brother thinks I’m spoiled. 

But once upon a time, when I was eight years old, old Pop Honeycutt at the General Store looked at me and gave me the nickname Mr. Important… and I believed him.

That was my mistake. Because it turns out, there’s nothing very important about me, no matter how hard I try to be the guy everyone wants me to be. 

Not my grades. Not my charm. Not my job prospects. 

And this winter, I decided I’ve had enough. 

The Honeybridge Winter Ball is the perfect place to blow off steam, to be the person I want to be, at least until the clock strikes midnight. And a quickie with the mysterious man in the silver mask–the hot control freak whose deep growls and effusive praise make me feel like the hottest guy at the party–seems like the perfect way to achieve that.

But of course nothing works out the way I planned, and when the masks come off, my one-night stand with an anonymous stranger becomes the most awkward encounter of my entire life. 

Because the bossy guy who blew my mind? Is my best friend’s father.

And, more horrifyingly, my father’s friend. 

There is no way a billionaire silver fox like Thatcher Pennington could want a hopeless nobody like me, even if he makes me feel like I’m finally Mr. Important.


Daydreamer

Honeybridge Book #3

There are three kinds of people in Honeybridge, Maine: The Honeycutts, who know a lot about love and loyalty; The Wellbridges, who think they’re the epitome of wealth and refinement; and the rest of the Honeybridgers, who know better than to get in the way of the centuries-old rivalry between the two.

Once upon a time, Pop Honeycutt nicknamed me Daydreamer… but that was a long while ago. As in, two doomed art degrees, one soul-crushing break-up, and an epic disgrace ago. 

Nowadays, I’m plain old PJ Honeycutt. 

failure

And let me tell you, if there’s anything worse than having your childhood dreams die a painful death, it’s being forced to crawl back to your hometown to ride out the shame. If the weight of the Honeybridgers’ disapproving stares doesn’t suffocate me, their sympathy just might.

Fortunately for me, there’s a new guy in town this season, and his offer of a short-term fling might be the only thing that saves my sanity.

Kit Marlowe came to Honeybridge to get away from the world. He’s broad-shouldered, brawny, and sexy-as-all-heck, he takes photographs that tell entire stories, and he’s way more interested in how I kiss than in getting all the gory details of my fall from grace. 

In fact, Kit has just one rule for our non-relationship, and it’s as perfect as the rest of him: we don’t talk about our pasts. Not ever. And it turns out, this blank canvas is exactly what I need .

Before I know it, I’m painting again.

I’m living again. 

And despite our agreement, I can’t help but fantasize about the most audacious daydream ever–one where he and I end up together, despite all the unspoken truths that threaten to tear us apart.