Coming March 2024
Honeybridge Book #2
One New Year’s masquerade. One anonymous hookup. One billionaire-sized mistake.
Once upon a time, someone looked at my scrawny, impetuous eight-year-old self and nicknamed me Mr. Important… and I believed them.
That was my first mistake.
Two decades, a dozen failed careers, and a thousand meaningless hookups later, I’ve made more mistakes than I can count. My parents have decided I’m purely decorative, my brother thinks I need pep talks, and the gorgeous billionaire who hired me as a favor to my dad? He’s forgotten I exist.
So I’m done with mistakes.
Call it my New Year’s resolution. From now on, I’m going after what I want… starting with the mysterious silver fox in the Roman warrior mask who approached me at the charity gala and offered me a scorching, anonymous one-night stand.
Unfortunately, when our masks come off I realize mistakes are not done with me.
Because the bossy guy who blew my mind? He’d thought I was someone else. Worse than that, he’s my father’s friend. A supposedly-straight workaholic. The person I’m stuck on a road trip with for the next two weeks. And, oh yeah, my actual boss.
The farther we get from New York, the closer we become, and the harder it is to pretend I’m not falling for him. But I can’t see how someone as brilliant, controlled, and successful as Thatcher Pennington would risk everything to be with someone like me… even if he makes me feel like I’m finally Mr. Important.
Release Date TBA
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.
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.