J.T. Geissinger’s Brutal Vows is divine in a “dark romance, focus on the brutality of life in the mob, mafia, or cartel” kind of way. Interestingly enough, there is one word to truly describe Geissinger’s latest and last story in her Queens & Monsters series: hilarious. When you enter her newest romance, you’re expecting an alpha male anti-hero who dominates the woman of his dreams. You expect the eroticism and combustible chemistry to pull you into their story. And this is definitely true for Brutal Vows. However, for me, this book made me laugh with the antics of her main characters.
For one, Spider is moody. Yes, he’s gorgeous and dangerous and all of the things you expect in a Geissinger dark romance. But one minute he’s charming and flirtatious, and the next moment, he’s inward and sullen. Walking with him through Brutal Vows is the equivalent of a Coney Island roller coaster ride. It keeps Geissinger’s heroine, Reyna, on her toes. It also serves to give her the upper hand throughout this book.
Reyna, the FMC, is the highlight of this romance. At first glance, she appears deadly. She suffers no fools, and she has no issue with putting anyone in their place. There’s a reason she’s called the Black Widow, and she lives up to the moniker. As is the case with characters who show a hard shell, they are oftentimes gooey in the center. Both Spider and Reyna live with this protection. And for good reason. Both of them have suffered traumas, and they’ve chosen to live protected behind their masks. Thankfully, their chemistry disintegrates these masks, and together, they find vulnerability and, eventually, love.
Even more exciting about these two is their banter and their verbal sparring. This is where I laughed. It was easy to turn the page because their chemistry entices you to do so. Whether they set the sheets on fire or mocked the other for a foible, Reyna and Spider’s story ended this series well. If I have any criticism, it’s that there is more here, I think. There are questions I want answered. Unfortunately, I’m not the author of this series, so I cannot ask for what I can’t produce. I can only hope that the few unraveled threads will produce another ball of yarn. One can only hope.
I adore J.T. Geissinger, and once again, she reminds me why I will always read her romances. Whether it’s her rom-coms or dark romances, her stories make the act of reading an adventure.
The deal is simple—pretend to be Ethan’s girlfriend for a psych study and we each get a nice payday. Despite him being a dumb jock who willingly gets punched for fun at my dad’s boxing gym, I can handle it. I’ve mastered the art of keeping others at a distance. Especially after… Well, never mind that.
Except, I didn’t count on him not understanding the definition of boundaries. Suddenly, we’re having to fake being in love all over campus to keep up the ruse. And when he tries to slip under the barriers I’ve worked so hard to create? Yeah, that’s not happening. Even if it turns out he’s surprisingly understanding… and funny… and charming… and smarter than I ever would have given him credit for. Not to mention that muscled body from all that boxing…
No, that’s irrelevant. I may have misjudged him, but that doesn’t mean I’m interested. He has no idea what kind of baggage I’m carrying. A relationship is the last thing on my mind.
Even if I’m not fooling anyone.
‘Not Fooling Anyone’ is a full-length contemporary romance and can be read as a standalone. Book #2 in the Lessons Learned series, Educated Romance World, Penny Reid Book Universe.
Wow, just what every guy wants to hear five minutes into his new fake relationship. “Are you breaking up with me? And just when I thought we were having a real breakthrough.”
Those full lips of hers twitch, even as she rolls her eyes, but she stays silent as she steers me over to the corner of the lecture hall, her arm still linked with mine, and waits until we’re out of earshot of others to whisper, “We have to come up with a game plan.”
“I think what you meant to say was thank you, Ethan. You’re my hero.”
She blinks up at me and lets go of my arm, crossing her arms over her chest. She’s got this shapeless black hoodie on, the same as last night, but her face is clear of the heavy makeup today, her hazel eyes filled with annoyance.
“Thank you,” she mutters. I don’t doubt her sincerity, but I still can’t help teasing her a little all the same.
“Was that painful? You looked like you were in pain saying that.”
Her mouth tilts up at the corners for the briefest moment before she stops herself. “I’m being serious here. I really am grateful. I just don’t… I don’t like being in anyone’s debt.” She looks down, the smallest bit of vulnerability seeping through before she clears her throat, looking back up at me. “How about I tutor you so we’re even?”
Tutor me? She honestly thinks I’m a meathead. I shrug, inwardly grinning. I can’t wait to see the look on her face when she finds out the truth. “Sure. I never turn down free help.”
“So how do you want to play this?”
“For being your fake boyfriend during the study?”
She nods, gaze darting about.
“Do you not trust me to keep my mouth shut around others?” I ask.
She releases a sigh. “I’m just double-checking.”
“Why’d you pick me?”
She blinks up at me, caught off guard. “You were right there.”
Fair enough. “So you don’t have anyone else you’d rather do this with?”
Her gaze narrows slightly. “If you’re trying to ask if I’m seeing anyone, the answer is no.”
Guess that was kind of obvious. “And you need the money because you’re not making enough tips at the bar?”
“How do you—” She cuts herself off. “Oh, my Dad.” She drums her fingers against her arm. “Yeah. Listen, I get that I put you in a tough spot. I’m…” She looks down at her crossed arms. “I’m sorry. If you don’t want to go through with it, I understand.”
My fingers twitch to reach out to her, but she’d probably karate chop my hands away. “I said I’d be the love of your life, didn’t I?”
The small smile she gives in response is worth continuing with… whatever this is we’re doing.
About Allie Winters
Allie is the author of the Suncoast University series, the Bishop Brothers series, and the Lessons Learned series. She lives in sunny Florida with her husband, daughter, and two cats. A librarian by day, she spends her nights writing happily ever afters. She enjoys reading, playing video games, and all things Disney.
Melanie Hirsch is tired of watching life pass her by…
I’ve spent the last few years watching my dreams of a writing career and true love fade away, settling for a dead-end job and denying my feelings for my best friend – until I find a list of dating advice for single women to “find a husband” in the 1950s. I decide to experiment: try out the 1950s advice on my 21st-century dating pool and write about the results. If love is timeless, some of the dating advice still holds value. Maybe my experiment will launch my writing career. Maybe I’ll get over my best friend and meet someone new. Either way, I’m done watching from the sidelines.
Cameron Whitacre can’t wait forever…
I’ve spent the last few years in love with my best friend, hoping she’ll notice my friendly overtures have more than friendly intentions – but before I realize what’s happening, she declares me her wingman for a dating experiment. This idea could launch her writing career, so I’m trying to be supportive. But her experiment turns my life into a desperation-fueled dumpster fire. I need to show her how I feel without jeopardizing our friendship, all before she falls for someone else.
‘Book Smart’ is a full-length contemporary romance and can be read as a standalone. Book #3 in the Work For It series, Educated Romance World, Penny Reid Book Universe.
A man with perfect golden-blond hair and a slim-cut suit appeared next to me. He smiled with the bright ease of someone who’s had enough alcohol to lower his inhibitions but not enough to make him obnoxious—yet.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” He gestured at my face with his Guinness.
“I’m new here.”
He grinned. “This is like a throwback to college days, huh?”
Not any college I’d ever been to.
“Right,” I said, “those good ol’ days.”
“So tell me.” He stepped closer. “Are you here for the business or the fun?”
My best friend Ivy hadn’t mentioned which business we were supposed to be involved in, so—“I’m here for the fun.”
Guinness’s smile took on an edge. “Excellent. Want to dance?”
Glancing around for Cameron and Ivy, I couldn’t spot them. The lone bartender was busy with a large crowd, so Cameron would be a long while, and Ivy must’ve been tied up with the host. Besides, wasn’t the point of being here to meet someone new? “Sure.”
We moved to the dance floor at the edge of the pool, swaying with the bass. The light of the chandelier above us cast a glow over everyone, and Guinness looked charming in the glass refractions, his golden hair glinting.
His lips brushed my ear. “You’re beautiful.”
It was nice, feeling charmed.
I took a breath to answer him with my own compliment—probably about his pretty hair—when my gaze locked on Cameron. He stood across the room, leaning one shoulder against an exposed pillar. I smiled at him, but he didn’t return it. He just stared. My rhythm faltered. Tossing back the last of his drink—which actually might have been the gin and tonic he got for me—he moved through the crowd without the ease and friendliness he’d had earlier. No mischief lit his face. He didn’t look away from me—not once—and I forgot that Guinness existed at all.
Cameron broke eye contact when he reached us, glancing at Guinness before opening his mouth to speak.
The crowd on the dance floor surged, jostling us toward the pool. Cameron’s hands reached for me at the same moment Guinness let go of me. An instant passed as we fell into the pool, and then warm, chlorinated water surged up my nose. Even though I didn’t stay under for long, I gulped breaths when my head broke through the surface of the water. The shock of suddenly being in the water, not to mention Cameron’s actions, had left me breathless.
“Pool party!” someone yelled—it sounded like Guinness—and people jumped in at random. The water churned, and chaos reigned. The suits and tuxedos and gowns made a colorful kaleidoscope in the turquoise water.
Cameron grasped my hand underwater. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. Are you?” I sputtered around a wave of water when someone cannonballed next to me.
A man swam into view but I didn’t recognize him until he spoke. The dim lighting of the chandelier was replaced with the harsh blue glow of underwater pool lights, and his golden hair was now flat against his head. He looked completely different. Wet Guinness was not at all attractive.
“Did you bring a swimsuit?” Guinness asked.
Irritation jabbed at me. Did I look like I was expecting a late-night swim? “No.”
He grinned. “I don’t mind.”
And that was my cue to leave. I already felt disoriented from the surprise swim, but this? It wasn’t his fault we were in the pool, or that he looked bad without his golden hair, but it was his fault for suggesting skinny-dipping at this exact moment.
Book note: The appeal of skinny-dipping relies entirely on the context.
I turned away and followed Cameron to the edge of the pool, moving through the water in that vaguely weightless, slow stride I’d seen Grandma use in her water aerobics classes. He climbed out first and then turned to offer me a hand.
I looked up. Oh.
Mr. Darcy at the lake had nothing on Cameron emerging from the pool. Clingy, wet clothes; rivulets of water streaming down his chest; his cowlick sticking on end even as it dripped. Frantically looking away, I took his hand. I couldn’t let Cameron see me staring—he’d never let me live it down.
About Amanda Pennington
Amanda Pennington lives outside Louisville, Kentucky with her husband in their fixer-upper house. When she’s not writing, Amanda loves traveling, running, and reading anything within reach. More information is available at www.amandacpennington.com.
Ten Trends to Seduce Your Bestfriend, an all-new quirky and witty laugh out loud romance from New York Times bestselling author Penny Reid, is now live!
Winnifred Gobaldi and Byron Visser are not best friends.
Yes, they’ve known each other for years, but they’re not even friendly. Winnie considers them more like casual, distant acquaintances who find each other barely tolerable, especially when he’s being condescending (which is all the time).
The truth is, they have nothing in common. She’s a public school science teacher with stars in her eyes, and he’s a pretentious, joyless double PhD turned world-famous bestselling fiction author. She loves sharing her passion for promulgating women in STEM careers and building community via social media, and he eschews all socialization, virtual or otherwise. She’s looking for a side hustle to help pay down a mountain of student debt, and his financial portfolio is the stuff of fiduciary wet dreams. So why are they faking a #bestfriend relationship for millions of online spectators?
When a simple case of tit-for-tat trends between nonfriends leads to a wholly unexpected kind of pretend, nothing is simple. Sometimes, it takes a public audience to reveal the truth of private feelings, and rarely—very rarely—you should believe what you see online.
Ten Trends to Seduce Your Bestfriend is a full-length, complete standalone, adult contemporary romantic comedy.
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Excerpt
“This is the video from yesterday.” My stomach did a weird thing at the sight of him, and the sight of me crawling on all fours toward him, and what came after. I blinked away from the replay, before the part where I’d forgotten we were being filmed. “Why would I be mad at you about this? I knew you were filming.” “Look harder.” My forehead wrinkled, giving my attention back to her phone. I didn’t know what she wanted me to see, but now the video was repeating and— “OH MY GOD!” I grabbed the phone. “This—this is—” “Shh! Yes.” Now Amelia looked around, presumably to make certain none of the Seattleites surrounding us felt a disturbance in the politeness force. “Yes. I recorded it live. I’m so, so, so sorry.” I leaned forward. “So that means it’s been—” “Posted since last night. That’s right.” She covered her face again, groaning. “I’m so sorry.” My eyes caught on the number of views, and I stood from the table, my chair scraping noisily on the linoleum. “ONE MILLION VIEWS?” “Sorry!” she whispered loudly to someone at a nearby table. “We’ll just—we’re leaving.” Amelia grabbed my laptop and notebook and tilted her head toward the exit. “Time to go, and it was one point three the last time I checked. Now get your bag.” Numbly, I lowered her phone and grabbed for my backpack and coat, fumbling with the strap. My fingers didn’t seem to work. She walked around the table and placed a hand on my back, helping to usher me out of the quiet area and waiting until we were standing in the hall to say, “I’m so sorry. It was an accident.” “I can’t . . .” I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak. One point three million views. What must Byron think? “Oh crap,” I whispered, my gaze swinging around the interior of the library, unable to settle. “What about Byron? Does he know? How is he going to feel about this?” “I don’t know if he knows. I’ve been trying to call him all morning. He won’t pick up his phone, and I’m frankly a little scared to leave a voice mail. Since he’s not on social media, he might not know.” Stuffing my laptop and notebook into my backpack, Amelia put the strap on my shoulder and took her cell phone from where I still gripped it. I immediately covered my face like I could hide from this. My cheeks were hot. As much time as I’d spent this morning coming to terms with Jeff’s decisions last night, I’d spent ZERO seconds thinking about my ridiculous reaction to Byron’s performance. I wouldn’t allow myself to think about it. What was the point? He’d been pretending, acting, playing a part, and—as per usual—I’d left the interaction feeling like a fool. “We have to delete it,” I rasped, my mouth dry, my brain on fire. “Before he sees it and finds out, we have to delete it.” “No! No. Don’t do that.” She pressed the phone to her chest. “What? Why not?” “Think for a second.” She pushed me toward the elevator. “If you delete it, it might become a whole thing. He’s a famous guy who millions of people are starving to know more about. He has no social media and suddenly he’s on TikTok with you? And this isn’t like your lab video from Friday, this is you two together, acting like you’re close friends crushing on each other. We need to call him—together—and tell him. But first we need him to answer his damn phone.” Amelia nodded at her own assertion while stabbing the elevator call button with her index finger. “Call him? You want to call him together?” Oh God. I didn’t want to call him. I never wanted to talk to him again. “You don’t think he’ll want us to take it down ASAP? Like you said, millions of people want to know about him. Don’t you think he’ll view this as an invasion of privacy?” “Maybe.” “Maybe?” I flinched back. “I think you mean, most certainly yes.” “No.” She pulled me by the arm into the elevator and pressed all the right buttons. “We should call him, leave a voice mail together where we tell him exactly what happened, and ask what he wants to do about it. If you take it down, it might create more difficulty for him than if you left it up and let it run its course.” I covered my face again, leaning against the wall for support. “I can’t believe this is happening.” “Hey, on the bright side, you have over ten thousand new followers. That’s . . . something.” I groaned. I would’ve given up every single one of my new followers if it would’ve somehow undone the posting of that video. What a nightmare.
Meet Penny Reid Penny Reid is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of the Winston Brothers and Knitting in the City series. She used to spend her days writing federal grant proposals as a biomedical researcher, but now she writes kissing books. Penny is an obsessive knitter and manages the #OwnVoices-focused mentorship incubator / publishing imprint, Smartypants Romance. She lives in Seattle Washington with her husband, three kids, and dog named Hazel.
Rebecca Yarros is a storyteller. In the world of romancelandia, many strive for $ex positivity in their stories, often forgoing the story’s sentimentality. There is nothing wrong with that, but for this reader, smash scene after smash scene becomes monotonous and boring. What holds a book together is strong characterization and plot pacing that drive the reader towards the end.
Prior to reading Yarros’s Reason to Believe, the first book of her new Legacy series, I had a bit of ennui about the stories I’d been reading. Nothing seemed to light my reader fire. I was in the doldrums, awaiting a story that connected with me. When I read the blurb for Reasons to Believe, I was instantly intrigued: a young woman who takes on the care of two boys after the death of their mother overnight. Her temporary space isn’t big enough for them, and the only one possibly available to her belongs to her brother’s best friend and her unrequited love, Knox. Under the seriousness of the situation, she asks to stay at his house so she can care for the boys. After his affirmative answer, she moves in only to be met with him a day later. He jumps in to assist her even though he’s spent seven years keeping his distance from her. Their attraction cannot be denied, especially when they enter a marriage of convenience to keep caring for the boys. Many elements of this story made me want to read it. Even more, having read two of Yarros’s former stories, her adeptness in developing stories ensured Reason to Believe would be the solution I needed to my ennui problem.
And it did not disappoint.
Everything promised in Yarros’s blurb is provided in her newest book. You cannot help but fall in love with Knox and Harper. It’s clear from the start that they “burn” for each other, but, as we find with many a brother’s best friend story, he’d been warned off. And in that fashion, Knox complied, even though the reader wants to bat him over the head for it. Harper is strength personified. She endures unrequited feelings, she ensures the safety and care of two young boys, and she believes that Knox has the capacity to love, even though he endeavors to avoid it. The most moving moments of the story occur when Harper acknowledges the little “things” about Knox, and he starts to recognize the actions of love. Their journey is the driving force behind this book.
Add to that two other stories: one related to fostering and the other to recreating a team of hotshots. If you read Yarros’s acknowledgments and dedication, you know that fostering is a personal mission. Therefore, Reason to Believe reads like an ode to that compassionate, selfless action. She takes her readers through the emotional journey of caring for, falling in love with, and having to make eternal decisions for the future of children. If Knox and Harper’s love affair doesn’t make you tear up, Harper and Knox’s fostering path will. If their romance journey is the driving force of the book, their experience raising Liam and James is its heart.
Besides that story, the plot line about the Legacy hotshots is the thread that binds this series together. It also provides a respite from the emotional upheaval of the romance and the fostering storylines, as Knox, Ryker, Harper’s brother, and Bash, their friend, work to resurrect their father’s heritage as hotshots. Yarros deftly uses this as a mechanism to build her series while offering insight into this dangerous occupation.
Reason to Believe is beautifully written, an ode to foster parents everywhere. It also is seamless in its storytelling, and it is difficult to put down. Rebecca Yarros has quickly become a must-read for me.
Lying low and staying off the radar is a matter of life or death for my family. We escaped just in time to our Scottish hideaway, and safety is far from assured.
I shouldn’t be flirting with a strong-willed lass. But Effie is good for my stubborn, unhappy sister, and spending time with her is no hardship when she sets my pulse racing. I can handle being tormented. I’ve survived worse.
Effie
My love for extreme sports has taught me to be fearless. Gabe wants me, so I’ll make him an offer he can’t refuse. If I can get him to relax his tight control, sparks will fly.
But someone is harassing me. Taking potshots without showing their face. Before it escalates and destroys the sanctuary of the very people I want to protect, I need to work out who.
Two enemy empires joined in sacred marriage vows. Let the hating games begin.
Brutal Vows, an all-new intense and sizzling dark enemies-to-lovers standalone romance from international bestselling author J.T. Gessinger is live now!
An Irish mobster with a brutal grudge. An Italian mafia princess with a dark secret.
About J.T. Geissinger J.T. Geissinger is a #1 internationally bestselling author of twenty-seven novels. Ranging from funny, feisty rom coms to intense, edgy suspense, her books have sold over five million copies and been translated into more than a dozen languages. She is a three-time nominee in both contemporary and paranormal romance for the RITA® Award, the highest distinction in romance fiction from the Romance Writers of America®. She is also a recipient of the Prism Award for Best First Book and the Golden Quill Award for Best Paranormal/Urban Fantasy. She’s a Southern California native currently living in Nevada with her husband and rescue kitty, Zoe.
Smart Mouth, an all-new opposites attract romantic comedy from Emma Lee Jayne, is LIVE in Kindle Unlimited!
The rockstar
There are lots of assumptions people make about rockstars. Shallow. Player. Addict. The truth? I’m none of those.
The even bigger truth…the only opinion I care about is her’s and she hates me. Her as in Gwen Matthews, my twin brother’s best friend, the unrequited love of my life. She thinks I’m a liar and a jerk which is why I pretend to be my brother when she needs help one night.
Except Gwen is a genius. Literally. So it doesn’t take her long to figure out it’s me and not my brother, but maybe, just maybe, she’s willing to give me a second chance. Because maybe when she looks at me, she only sees a rockstar with her best friend’s face, but when I look at her, I see my other half. She centers me in a way that no rhythm or line of lyric ever could.
The scientist
I have three priorities in life at the moment: finish my research, defend my dissertation, and get my Ph.D., so that I can actually figure out what I’m supposed to do with my life. Tom Mendoza won’t help me achieve any of those things. Yet I can’t help the sudden feeling that I’ve been completely wrong about him all this time.
The day we first met when we were both teenagers, I saw a glimpse of a sweet, funny boy that felt very much like a kindred spirit; awkward and full of energy and dreams. But that guy seemed to disappear and in his place was this stereotypical stupidly hot rock star that did not make sense in my world.
Being a scientist means being willing to admit when you’re wrong and reevaluating everything. I might not understand much about human behavior, but I can clearly see the tender underbelly that Tom protects. The subtle rituals he uses to stave off his anxiety. Yes, he’s ridiculously hot, but his soul just might be more beautiful than his face and I’m not sure what to do with that.
Especially when I find out that he’s in love with me.
‘Smart Mouth’ is a full-length contemporary romance and can be read as a standalone. Book #4 in the Work For It series, Educated Romance World, Penny Reid Book Universe.
I write the kinds of books I want to read. Fast-paced books with lots of world-building, snarky heroines, and swoony heroes. I love story, pop culture, gossip, and baked goods. I’m a modern-day hippy and certified LEGO nerd.
I live in the Austin, Texas hill country, with my geeky husband and two extremely geeky kids. We have dogs, chickens, cats, and more LEGOs than should be allowed by law. Oh, and I stress bake. So if my characters talk about food a lot, that’s why.
Emma also writes as Rita award winning author Emily McKay.
But whenever the consultant walks in with a smile on his face, encouraging me to find my place, I damn near lose a lung.
Ugh.
Asthma.
I swear, if I was an average lady, or if Mother Nature didn’t hate me…then I might fit in, in the role I’m in, and the consultant would want more with me.
Fynn
One of my best mates tried to warn me…
That falling in love might be on my journey.
But with the business I’m in and the way I live, falling for a client just isn’t my way.
Except I find myself wanting to hold her.
Make her bolder.
Let her lean on my shoulder.
See, she’s not the average lady, plus her beautiful soul just drives me crazy.
This should’ve been a fling, yet now I’m looking at rings.
Because I’m ready to make this a forever thing.
Baby Got Pack is a standalone, opposites-attract, laugh-out-loud rom com from the same author who brought Hike, Hike, Baby and The Hockey Gods Series.
About the Author:
Xavier Neal is a best-selling romance author who enjoys hopping from sub genre to sub genre like a game of Hopscotch she can’t resist.
In between writing, she loves to read (everything from romance to self improvement books), watch movies (old and new), eat too much Tex-Mex (her Chuy’s t-shirt collection is out of control), and watch AHL hockey games LIVE (preferably against the glass whenever possible).
She currently resides happily in Texas with her bearded husband “Lumberjack” and their two fur babies.
Drunk-texting a grumpy soccer star? Best worst decision of my life.
He’s a Keeper, an all-new sizzling grumpy-sunshine sports romance from bestselling author Stacy Travis is coming May 24th, and we have your first look at the hot cover!
Drunk-texting a grumpy soccer star? Best worst decision of my life.
Especially when the player is the sinfully handsome, foul-mouthed Holden Sanders… my new library assistant.
The benched bad boy needed an image makeover, I needed to save my job, and his star status was just what the library ordered to raise awareness for our fundraising campaign. The press can’t get enough of Mr. Growly reading to kids.
It’s win-win and completely platonic.
Until I need a shoulder to cry on after drowning my heartbreak in too many margaritas. I only typed that invitation to his brawny biceps and perfect pectorals for fun–I never meant to hit send. Holden isn’t the kind of guy to care about tears and feelings, least of all mine. He’s made it clear good girls aren’t his type.
But he shows up–with his strapping shoulder, a box of tissues and a supersized bag of Doritos.
That’s when I realize there’s more to him than meets the eye.
One soulful, smoldering mistake of a kiss has me craving more, and the heat between us quickly builds to a blaze neither of us can control.
But I’m not the only one guarding secrets, and Holden’s might push us to the breaking point.
Even if I’m surrounded by books, I know better than to believe in storybook endings.
And yet, I want to believe… Because I know he’s a keeper.
He’s a Keeper is a standalone sports romance in the San Francisco Strikers series with a HEA.
About Stacy Travis It’s a rough world out there, and we all sometimes need a good, romantic beach read, even if we can’t make it to the beach. I’ve spent many lazy days walking the streets of Paris and other gorgeous European cities, and if I’m doing it right, I’m bringing you a dash of romance and a vacay fantasy. I can’t sit still, so when I’m not hiking, biking or running, I’m playing a very average game of tennis. Background music for writing undoubtedly features some U2, Lizzo, Billy Joel, Pink, Taylor Swift, and Led Zeppelin. Not necessarily in that order. And if I could only eat one food group, it would be cheese. Or wine. Or bread. Are those food groups? Whatever.
Professor Romance 