I’m getting pretty excited about the re-launch of my MMA series. To start getting everyone in the mood, I’M PUTTING MY BOOKS ON SALE!

Starting TODAY and through the 21st, you can grab A NEW YORK MINUTE for just $0.99! It’s a great time to snag it if you’ve been meaning to try my earliest rom-commy, enemies-to-lovers erotic romance. Find it at Amazon, at Barnes & Noble, or at The Wild Rose Press itself!

After A New York Minute, I’ll be putting The Last Resort on sale for the second half of September. Then, it won’t be much longer until the MMA series officially relaunches…and you guys will hopefully be stocked up on Ember Leigh!


Paige Alexander, successful host of A New York Minute, adores her job and will do anything to save the show that’s her brainchild. But when IBC, fronted by Josh Lambert, buys NYCBC, Paige’s show is cancelled, and her choices are unemployment or a non-starring role on a new show co-hosted by Jerk Lambert, a man who makes her hotter than hell in every way.

Having scaled the golden rungs of the corporate ladder, Josh doesn’t do relationships or complicated. Promised a multimillion dollar payday if he turns Wakin’ Up—the show that replaced Paige’s—into a hit, Josh kisses uncomplicated goodbye when she shows up. The woman fascinates and terrifies in equal measure, and he’s suddenly questioning the value of gold versus the value of her. 

Forced together in an Hawaiian paradise, the steam just keeps rising—on set, in the sauna, and in the narrowing distance between them.


And a little excerpt to go….

“I’ve wanted this to happen since the day I met you,” he whispered in her ear, sending shivers up and down her spine.

“So have I,” she admitted, too quickly for her own taste.

He laughed, deep and gravelly. His green eyes sparkled—the mask of his professional façade had completely fallen away. She loved this real Josh above her. He was so boyish yet mature, hard-bodied yet gentle.

“But Paige, I thought you hated me.”

“What makes you think I still don’t?” She placed tiny kisses up and down the sides of his neck. Kissing him removed the veneer of his professional side, allowed her to peer behind the curtain to the soft core inside. A regular guy with power, a west coast boy with dreams. Wiping away the Hollywood lacquer revealed something even more attractive beneath.

“Well, this certainly doesn’t look like you hate me,” he whispered, fingertips trailing down the side of her face, over the dip in her neck, making swirls in the area between her breasts.

>>Find it on Amazon, at Barnes & Noble, or at The Wild Rose Press<<