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Introducing Fake It Till You Break It

With every new story, I fall in love all over again. This is one of those stories I have been excited to write for so long! Kristen is one of those characters that I just love. That I cheer for and want to see happy.

Zane is her counterpart. He’s that wounded soul that you know buries himself under a mask of who he wants you to think he is.

I can see this story being a new favorite of mine. Hopefully you feel the same way!

I don’t have a preorder ready for this yet. I’m hoping to have it done and released the end of June, but I have another project (that I’ll talk more about next week) to finish before I can work on this one. It’s coming though!

Excerpt from Fake It Till You Break It

”Come on, Kristen. You know we’d be good together. We should just go out and bump uglies.”

Kristen scoffed at him. She whirled on her heel and got right in his face. She could see the humor in his eyes. He was trying to piss her off, get a reaction out of her. It pissed her off that she was rising to his taunts. Then again, that’s exactly what their relationship was. He made her mad and she told him off.

It was the only way she could survive him.

She tilted her head to the side and grinned up at him, trying not to be affected by the light in his eyes. She let her own eyes spark before she put him in his place. “There is nothing ugly about my vagina.”

Zane laughed, loud and deep. He rested his hand on his flat stomach, drawing Kristen’s eyes to his tight muscles. Her eyes drifted from there down, following the vee his muscles created until they disappeared beneath his neon green swim trunks, still wet and clinging to his body.

There was definitely a bulge in his shorts, a sure sign of a sizable cock. Staying celibate was testing Kristen’s resolve. She licked her lips unconsciously and heard him snicker.

Her eyes snapped back up to his. He was watching her, a smirk on his face. “See something you want?”

Kristen rolled her eyes and huffed before she spun and walked away. Her face heated because he was totally right. She wanted him. It was getting harder and harder to resist him. He was sneaking in past her defenses when she wasn’t paying attention and she’d actually come to like him.

Which meant she was in big trouble.

“How about we bump pretties then?” he shouted after her.

She couldn’t help the grin that split her face. Kristen shook her head, knowing he was watching her. It didn’t matter what he did or what he said, he was definitely getting to her. She wanted to turn back and jump into his arms and do exactly what he was suggesting, but she couldn’t. She promised herself she would stay away from men for the summer.

Besides, Zane was only interested in sex.

Kristen had enough of sex with no emotion. So much that she was fairly certain she broke something. Certainly not her heart. Maybe her spirit?

Her mom was wrong. Or maybe just Kristen was. She couldn’t fake it any more. She never made it, she just broke it.

Walk Of Fame, feeling flirty

I love scenes that show a fun side to characters. One making the other a little crazy. One saying something to get under the other’s skin. I’ve always been a big fan of romantic comedy, so the funny scenes always get to me. And who doesn’t like making a man cringe, just a little!

Walk Of FameExcerpt from Walk Of Fame

“I can’t take you in there looking like this. Every man in the county will be trying to take you home.”

“I’m coming back here with you, Dillon. No one else.”

“Hell, it doesn’t even have to do with that. Are you wearing underwear?”

She rolled her eyes at him.

“This isn’t that fancy of a party. I think you’ll be uncomfortable.”

Katherine took a deep breath and had to admit he was a little right. Just walking out of the bedroom had her slightly on edge. If it was just her and Dillon, maybe. But knowing how many other people would be there… She needed to dial back the Kate Maddox and be more Katherine Price.

“You’re right,” she confessed. “I always feel uncomfortable in this dress.”

“Don’t get me wrong. It’s a hell of a dress. But I can’t walk in there with you looking like that.”

Katherine grinned at the heated look in his eyes then went to change into the other dress she packed.

In ten minutes, she was back in the living room in a handkerchief dress that hugged her top half and flared out on the bottom. The greens, blues, and purples swirled artistically and hid all the parts of her figure she didn’t like. The high neck and capped sleeves helped add to the modesty of the dress, until you looked closely and realized the top layer of the dress was sheer.

“Do you own anything that doesn’t make me want to strip you naked and skip the party?”

Katherine grinned. “I’m not sure. I was wearing jeans when we met.”

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Walk Of Fame, release day

Walk Of FameIt’s always exciting for me to share a release with you. When I first thought about writing this series, Walk Of Fame was one of the first books I had in my mind. I loved the idea of a country star who ended up at Amavita Estates and fell in love with one of the cousins.

Katherine was a character I fell in love with immediately. She needed someone who would take care of her and let her be independent. Dillon (whose name was originally going to be Jackson, but I had too many J names) was the man for the job!

Excerpt from Walk Of Fame

The crowd moved on without her, and those girls, women really, left, too. She couldn’t explain why she felt possessive of him when she heard them talking about the hot guy at the pinot station. They obviously went on the tour already and made a second trip so they could see him. Katherine made sure they overheard her comment about being at his house the night before for dinner.

Yeah, she had her own jealous side.

“I thought you’d want to hang around my brother. He’s probably closer to your age.”

Katherine grinned at Dillon and shrugged. “I’d guess, but I’ve always had a thing for older men. Especially older men who know how to make a woman feel good.”

Dillon stepped closer to her, turning his body so they were in perfect alignment. “How do you know my brother can’t take care of a woman?”

She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Are you trying to get me to go with him? Because I don’t tend to stay where I’m not wanted.”

She moved to go around him and was rewarded by a large hand low on her belly. His bicep rested against her breast, his side pressed against hers. He shifted, barely enough to make a difference, but it put his lips in contact with the shell of her ear.

“He wasn’t in that hotel room when you screamed loud enough to wake the neighbors. That was all me, honey.”

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Walk Of Fame, first kiss

Walk Of FameEvery first kiss is just a little different. When I first thought of this book, I had a very different first kiss in mind. But when I sat down to write, I knew the way they met wasn’t right. So I changed it. And you get to read it now. I’d love to know what you think!

Excerpt from Walk Of Fame

Dillon Young took a drink from his beer and looked around the bar. He sighed and tipped the bottle up. It was stupid to think he could show up on a Thursday night and find someone to go home with.

Dammit.

Dillon nodded to the bartender and got up. He was halfway to the door when it opened and she walked in.

Dillon stopped in the middle of the damn room and watched her. Jeans hugged her curves, a flimsy shirt hanging off one of her shoulders. Her light brown hair drifted behind her as her eyes scanned the bar. When they landed on his, they scanned his body as her lips curled up.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hi.”

“Are you leaving?”

He shrugged. “I was.”

“And now?”

He grinned. “It depends on if you’re staying.”

She looked around then shook her head. “I could go.”

Dillon put his hand on her lower back and guided her out the door. As soon as it swung closed behind them, he pressed her back against the wall and sealed his lips to hers.

She knew the score, but he wanted to make sure she understood the only reason she was leaving the bar with him was so they could make each other feel good. It wouldn’t go anywhere beyond the night.

He thrust his tongue between her lips and ground his hips against hers, letting her feel the way she already affected him. She whimpered and clawed at him, trying to fucking climb him. He didn’t mind helping her at all, scooping her up so she could wrap her long legs around his waist. God he loved a woman who could handle how big he was. When she hooked her heels together, he groaned.

Fuck yeah.

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Walk Of Fame, being famous

Walk Of FameI rarely write about people who are rich or famous. I love to write about ordinary people, but once in a while, a wealthy character pops into my head and refuses to be ignored. Katherine put her foot down and told me I had to write her story.

Being famous wasn’t always easy for Katherine. When she’s on stage, she’s someone else, complete with a new name and look. But Katherine is just an ordinary person. Someone who needs people in her corner. People like Dillon and the rest of his family.

Excerpt from Walk Of Fame

The vineyard had a buzz that was different from the night before. A steady hum that usually only came with lots of people. Fear welled up inside her knowing she’d been found out. Laughter rang out from nearby. Too near.

Katherine needed to get away.

“Katherine!” a voice said in the distance.

She turned and saw someone waving to her. Andie. Dillon’s sister. The woman who told her she could stay at his house.

And she called her Katherine.

Katherine walked closer, knowing she could get information out of Andie and be gone before anyone knew she was there.

“Are you joining a tour?” Andie asked.

Shit.

“Tour?”

“Yeah. I figured Dillon would have mentioned it. We’re offering tours through the vineyard today. We’ve never done it before. Kristen thought it would be different to show visitors what the grapes look like on the vine and be able to taste them right out here in the field. It’s going well so far.”

“Oh, tour! Yeah, he mentioned it. I completely forgot though. It’s really noisy out here today.”

Andie chuckled. “Yeah, people are having fun. We didn’t expect the crowds we’re getting, but it’s been great for us. Kristen estimated each tour would be about fifteen people, but they’re closer to thirty. It’s been a busy morning.”

“That makes sense,” Katherine said, almost to herself.

“Why don’t you wait here with me and join the next tour. It should be here soon.”

Katherine nodded. “I think I will. Thanks. I was heading that way anyway. Thought I might catch Dillon.”

Andie grinned. “I knew you two would get along. Sorry for kind of tricking you, though. He was pretty pissed off at me about that.”

Katherine shook her head. “It’s fine. I certainly didn’t expect to find someone else there, but Dillon is a very considerate host.”

“My big brother definitely has his good points. Has he cooked for you yet? He’s a really good cook.”

“Andie, are you trying to hook us up?”

She shook her head. “You two already did that.”

“But you didn’t know that when I got here.”

Andie sighed. “No, I didn’t. Dillon needs to chill out some. He’s wound pretty tight and we all worry about him. He needs to get laid.”

Katherine choked out a laugh. If Andie only knew just how much Dillon got laid a few nights ago, she wouldn’t worry so much about her brother. Plus, he was clearly very skilled, which meant he wasn’t a novice when it came to women.

Katherine started to respond, but voices grew louder, approaching them. She turned and saw a very attractive guy leading the way straight toward her.

Andie laughed and leaned in. “That’s my brother, Sean. This will be the perfect tour for you to join.”

Katherine wasn’t sure what she meant by that, and wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

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