West Coast Soulmates Series

Rosalind and I have had a BFF Chip since 7th grade—the ultimate best friend favor. At age 25, Ros calls in her chip. Her little brother lands in an hour. And he needs a place to crash. For more than one night. No problem, right? I pick Patrick up at LAX, expecting the same slight and nerdy boy I last saw in high school. He's still a nerd—new IT job—but all grown up and more gorgeous than any best friend's little brother has a right to be. When he walks around my apartment in only a towel, it’s difficult to keep seeing him as only a friend. Ros completely bails on us, so I propose pooling our money into a two-bedroom and officially becoming roommates. He’s polite, sweet, clean, and cooks. What could go wrong? I could fall in love with him. Previously titled "The Roommate". This story is intended for readers over the age of 18 due to adult language, sexual content, and adult situations.

What is an L.A. rockstar doing in Big Bear on Christmas Eve? A sudden, strong blizzard has submerged the mountain in snow, keeping my family home. Resigned to spending my first Christmas as a widow alone, I’m startled by someone pounding on my cabin door—a handsome man carrying a guitar and needing shelter. Dylan is sweet, funny, and the complete opposite of my former husband. As we get to know each other, he’s so damn hot I can’t resist learning what he has to offer. Is this a single night of passion, or the beginning of lasting love? Previously titled The Bassist. This story is intended for readers over the age of 18 due to adult language, sexual content, and adult situations.

When a beautiful woman mistakes me for my n’er-do-well identical twin brother, the awkward encounter—a slap to the face—gradually turns into a possibility for something real. Something lasting. Something like love, and it scares the hell out of me. Being the guy that falls too easily has burned me in the past, so with Hannah I’m determined to take things slow and not screw it up. If only my twin wasn’t hell-bent on tearing down everything I try to build. Previously titled The Pianist. This story is intended for readers 18 and over due to adult language, sexual content, and adult situations.

Organizing a Christmas Day wedding in two weeks is insane. Dylan proposed the week of Thanksgiving and suggested a Christmas wedding. We met on Christmas Eve, but he means this year. It’s a private argument I’m winning—until he tells his rockstar friends and their wives who are my best gals. Now everyone’s excited! Complicating things? I took a pregnancy test the day before that proposal, Dylan lives in L.A., and I live in Big Bear. That baby’s coming in six-ish months, so we need a house, which I have on the mountain—we met in a snowstorm—but he doesn’t want the two-hour commute. It’s the first big test of our relationship and it scares me. Which will win—my practical side or the magic of the season? This story is intended for readers 18 and over due to adult language, sexual content, and adult situations.

Lincoln and Michaela were introduced in A Rockstar Christmas Wedding. Lincoln Adams was only supposed to be a drunken mistake, the consequence of a little too much Christmas wedding eggnog and loneliness. Once he’s asleep, I sneak out of his apartment expecting to never see the drummer again. Except I left my guitar at his friend’s house. And my earring on his floor. An earring he uses to leverage me into a lunch date where he starts chipping away at the armor erected around my heart with his too-insightful mind and gorgeous green eyes. His touch heats up my body with a need I’ve never felt before. I won’t do a relationship ever again, but a surprise mutual connection brings us together for a week of sharing and sensual delights. Seven days of friends with benefits, then we go our separate ways. What happens in Virginia can stay in Virginia—right? Previously titled The Drummer. This story is intended for readers 18 and over due to adult language, sexual content, and adult situations.