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Walker Williams is my f*ck buddy.
I get his carefree smile.
I get his inked arms.
I get his massive ahem.
It’s the perfect arrangement. The cocky playboy makes me c*me. I hold onto my secrets.
No getting lost in his dark eyes. No melting into his soft embrace. No falling head over heels.
We’re playing. That’s it.
I need to think about his lips on my neck, his hands on my skin, his hard body against mine.
If he unlocks my heart, if he finds out the truth…
There’s no way he’s staying.

Coming January 4th

Dangerous Noise Playlists pt1

Given my chosen niche, it’s no surprise I love poring over songs, dissecting their meaning then pasting them back together. A post on my musical influences (a.k.a the “broken bad boys” who most inspired Sinful Serenade and Dangerous Noise is coming. I’m a little terrified to lay all my cards on the table. Especially given what’s in my hand). Until then, I’m putting together playlists to reflect each Dangerous Noise book.

Each playlist has a different jumping off point and is meant to reflect one character’s journey or emotional state at the start of the novel.

I’m having so much fun making these! Enjoy 🙂

Dangerous Kiss

I Hate Myself for Loving You – Joan Jett and the Blackhearts
Don’t Speak – No Doubt
I’m Only Happy When it Rains – Garbage
Violet – Hole
Problem – Natalia Kills
Don’t Let Me Get Me – P!nk
Chinese – Lily Allen

Dangerous Crush

You Know I’m No Good – Amy Winehouse
Magic’s in the Makeup – No Doubt
The Quiet Things that No One Ever Knows – Brand New
Out of My League – Fitz and the Tantrums
Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner – Fall Out Boy

Dangerous Kiss Teaser

I’ll be announcing the release date and revealing the cover of Dangerous Kiss soon! In the meantime, take an exclusive peek at the first chapter.


The manila envelope is thick. It’s Violet Valentine, we are delighted to offer you admission to the New York University master’s degree in mathematics program thick.

For the first time in two months, my stomach isn’t weighed down with dread. It’s light. Airy.

I take a deep breath then exhale slowly. I should call Ethan for this. He can share in the moment. He needs the lift in mood as much as I do.

But my phone is up in my room and he’s at practice. This is the band that is going to launch him to the stratosphere. It’s not a line he uses to get me on board. I love the way he plays guitar.

I love the way Dangerous Noise sounds together.

Fuck it. I tear the envelope open. Shreds of manila flutter to the concrete path that cuts through my parents’ perfectly green lawn.

There’s something with thick, heavy paper in here. It’s got to be a welcome booklet. It’s got to be NYU enticing me to study in the middle of New York City, in a glorious purple sweatshirt, surrounded by life and energy.

It’s three thousand miles away from here, yeah, but the only thing I care about here is Ethan and he’s spending six of the next eight months on tour. What’s it matter if he visits me here or in New York City?

One more deep breath and I can look.



I press my heels against the ground until the concrete is boring into my bare feet.

I’m ready for this.

I pull the papers out.

Ms. Valentine, we are excited to invite you to join our master’s degree in mathematics program starting in the fall. Your financial aid and scholarship information is enclosed.

I’m in.

I’m in and I have a partial scholarship. Between loans and a part-time job, I can make this work.

For the first time in two months, life is full of possibilities. This is everything I want. It’s much better than the actuary job I have lined up. It’s much better than staying at my parents’ house to save money while I commute from Huntington Beach to Irvine for another few years.

It’s the first piece of good news since Asher died.

I need to tell Ethan right away. I need to share my happiness with him. And I need us celebrating properly after.



The front door of Ethan’s place is already open. I knock and step inside.

There’s music coming from the practice room. I listen until I can pick out the sound of Ethan on lead guitar. My smile gets wider.

He has everything he wants. Now, I’ll have everything I want, too.

I listen until I can’t take it anymore. The song is amazing but I need his arms around me. I need him throwing me on the bed, peeling off my clothes, and reminding me how well we fit together.

“Hey.” I knock on the practice room’s open door.

Ethan steps into the hallway, his smile already at his cheeks.

He slides his arms around me to scoop me up then he’s spinning me around.

I squeal, holding onto his strong shoulders as tightly as I can. This is how things are supposed to feel. And I haven’t even told him yet. It can only get better.

Ethan and I are a team. It might be tough doing long distance, but a master’s is only two years. That’s nothing compared to us having the rest of our lives together.

“Let’s go to your room.” I press my lips to his. The peck isn’t enough. My hands go to his dark, wavy hair. I pull him closer and I suck on his lower lip until he’s groaning in my mouth.

“What the fuck did I do to deserve this, Vi?” He sets me down. His eyes are on fire, that look that screams I need you naked immediately. “You look hot as hell in that skirt.”

“Do I?”

“You teasing me, honey? I’ll get you back for that.” His blue eyes light up as he smiles. He slides his hands to my ass and pulls me closer.

Then his lips are on mine and his tongue is in my mouth. This is the first time we’ve really kissed since it happened. This is the first time it’s felt like everything really is going to be okay.

I soak in the feeling of his tongue dancing with mine. Then his hands are under my skirt. He presses his palm against my sex, over my panties.

His breath is heavy when he pulls back. “You’re wet.”

“Why do you think I want to go to your room?”

His smile widens. It’s earnest. It’s without defenses. The pain and distance of the last two months is already melting.

It’s all in his eyes. I’m back. Grief isn’t drowning me any longer. It hurts, yeah, but I can feel pleasure too.

God, the pleasure I can feel.

I take his hand and lead him to his room—Ethan lives with his parents too. He has other options, but he prefers it this way. His parents are always out of town. He and his older brother don’t want their teenage sister stuck in the big house all by herself.

His room is clean and bright. With the window open, the whole place smells like the ocean.

Ethan slides his hands to my hips. “How about you come on my face before we talk?”

“How about after?”

“How about you come on my hands then my face after?”

“You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Strong.”

He smiles and presses his crotch into mine, so I can feel his erection. “You have no fucking idea how badly I want you right now.”

“Ethan…” I’m buzzing everywhere. I stare into Ethan’s gorgeous blue eyes. This is an important moment. I want to remember every second of it.

“You gonna tell me or you gonna give me blue balls?” he teases.

He has an excellent point. I need to tell him so we can move on to the celebrating properly part.

“I got in.” I pull my letter from my pocket, unfold it, and offer it to him. “I got into the master’s program at NYU.”

He’s not smiling.

He’s not scooping me into his arms and spinning me again.

He’s not happy. His eyes are turned down and his brow is furrowed.

He takes the paper and reads it slowly. “You’re moving to New York City?”

“It’s only for two years.” I reach for his bicep but he pulls his arm away. “I told you I applied.”

“You said there was no chance you’d get in.”

“I thought there wasn’t.”

“You’re supposed to tour with us all summer. You’re supposed to start that job here in November.” His eyes fill with frustration.

But that doesn’t make any sense.

I reach for him again. This time, he lets me touch him. But he stares at my hand like it’s doing him wrong.

What the fuck? I expect this shit from everyone else. I get that it’s weird that I love math. Everyone acts like it makes me a freak. Everyone except Ethan.

He gets it.

He always has.

Why isn’t he happy for me?

Maybe he’s still surprised. Maybe he doesn’t realize that this is a beginning and not an ending.

“Things will be the same as they are now. Only I’ll be in New York.” I stare into his blue eyes. “You can stay with me when you aren’t touring. I can fly out on weekends.”

His eyes bore into mine. “You already decided?”

What? This is what I want, what I’ve always wanted. He knows that.

“You’re just leaving. Like that?” He takes a step backwards.

“School doesn’t start until late August.” I… I don’t get it. I go to all his shows. I do everything I can to support Ethan’s band.

It’s not an obligation.

We’re a team.

Violet and Ethan against the world. That’s our fucking motto.

He’s still staring at me like I’m betraying him. “If you want to leave, then leave.”

“It’s not like that.”

“What’s it like? You’re leaving cause you’re so crazy in love with me you need to be three thousand miles away? You’ve been pushing me away since Asher… you don’t want to talk, fine. You don’t want to be in the same state as me, fine. Go.”

I grab the paper from his hands. “It’s not like that, Ethan.”

“Then explain what it’s like.”

“We’re a team.”

“Teams don’t make unilateral decisions.” He pulls his door open and takes a step into the hallway. “You’ve already decided to leave. Why drag it out?”


“If you want to walk away, do it.”

His eyes flare with frustration.


This doesn’t make any sense.

We need to talk later. We’ll have cooler heads. He’ll apologize. He’ll realize that this is for us.

I grab the paper from him, crumple it, and shove it back in my pocket. “Fine.”

“That’s it, Vi. You walk out that door, it’s over between us.”

He stares at me with those gorgeous blue eyes of his.

“Things don’t have to change.” I stare back at him. “I can still come on tour with you this summer.”

He shakes his head. “You’ve already decided to leave. Don’t bullshit me about it now.”

But this isn’t bullshit. Things can stay the same. Why can’t he see that?

His expression gets intense. “If you want to leave, do it.”

My brow furrows. I hate to leave things like this. But I don’t see what other choice I have. “Fine. I’m glad your dreams are more important than mine.”

I stare back at him, waiting for a response.

Nothing. He just looks at me like I slapped him and told him I slept with his friend.

I can’t talk to him right now. Not like this.

I walk out the door, sit in my car until I’m calm enough to drive home, and wait for him to apologize.

All night, I wait for him to apologize.

All week.

All month.

All fucking semester.

He never does.

Announcing Sinful Ever After

Sinful Ever After


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Announcing Sinful Ever After, book five in the Sinful Serenade series. This collection of sequel novellas–one for each couple– follows the men of Sinful Serenade, and the women they love, as they figure out what their future holds.

Sinful Ever After is a collection of four sequel novellas, one for each couple in the series.

Sinful Ever After Except
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Thankfully, we’re in Miles’s sedan and not on his death bike. The motorcycle has grown on me in the last year, but I’m in no state for it today.

I aspire to make conversation but my lids are heavy. I close my eyes, rest my head against the window, and drift in and out of sleep.

Miles squeezes my hand. “You’re exhausted, aren’t you?”

I nod.

“Was thinking about taking you to a hotel in Beverly Hills and fucking you against the wall.”

“You were not. You’re teasing.”

“I was thinking about it.” He smiles. “Wasn’t a plan yet, but it occupied a lot of space in my thoughts.”

“It’s been twenty nine days.”

“I’ve been counting.”

“I think you’re as responsible for my hand cramps as finals are.”

He laughs. “For once, I beat school.”

“Miles, it’s been twenty-nine days.”

“It has.”

“And we aren’t having sex right now.”

“Better change that soon.” He squeezes my hand.

I squeeze back. He rubs the space between my thumb and my pointer finger with his thumb. It’s sweet, intimate. He’s really here. We’re really in the same space together.

And I’m really exhausted.

I press my eyelids together and I get lost in the rhythm of the road.

My hands go to the zipper of my hoodie. I have a surprise for him, but I’m terrified to reveal it. This is serious, forever, the next level of commitment.

It’s been a year, but we haven’t talked much about forever. A while back, he asked about getting married. I said I wanted to wait until I was done with my first year of medical school, and that was it. We haven’t talked about anything since.

We haven’t even discussed getting a place together. I stay with my parents during the week—they live twenty minutes from campus—and with Miles on the weekends—his place is nearly two hours from school, depending on the traffic.

The zipper is cool against my skin. I pull it down an inch but I can’t will myself to pull it down anymore.

Soon. I need to do it the first chance I get. Before the sex. I don’t want him getting derailed when we finally get out of our clothes.

It’s been way too long.

Miles changes lanes and exits the freeway. He pulls onto a familiar street. We’ve been here before. Together.


There’s a cemetery on our left.

The cemetery where his uncle is buried.

It’s a strange choice for a celebration, but it’s perfect.

Miles parks and helps me out of the car. He slides one arm around my waist.

His eyes go to the ground. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him bashful before.

“You don’t have to explain,” I say.

“Sure you don’t want a celebration with champagne on the beach?” He leads me through the wrought iron gates.

“Neither one of us drinks.”

“Sparkling apple cider.”

“I don’t like sparkling apple cider.”

“What if I’m licking it off your tits?”

“Then you’re the one drinking it.”

He laughs. “You really are cute.”

It used to annoy me when he called me cute, but I’ve grown to appreciate the compliment.

The shining sun casts a glow over the vivid green grass. The world is alive today. Except for the mild chill in the air, there’s no signs of winter here. The sky is bright blue and free of clouds. The air is somewhere between crisp and warm.

I follow Miles to his uncle’s grave. Damon Webb. Father. Uncle. Friend.

“We were here a year ago.” Miles’s eyes fix on mine. “You remember what I said about Damon?”

“How he’d sit you down and tell you to stop running from your feelings?”

“Yeah. I always have a lot of time to think when we’re on the road. That’s how it started, me using drugs. Needed a way to shut out my thoughts. Never did learn to turn them off.” He runs his fingers through my hair.

“I know.” I lean into his touch. “Everyone runs sometimes.”

“You don’t. You never did.”

“Yes, I did. Just I used school instead of drugs.” I stare into his clear blue eyes. I don’t want to run either.

Here goes nothing. I press my lips together. “I have to show you something.”

“Let me go first.” He presses his palm into my lower back. “Okay?”

I nod.

“This tour, it felt like we were traveling twenty hours a day. I had a lot of time to myself. Mostly, I thought about you. About us having a life together. About how much brighter my life is than it was before I met you. Used to be the only thing that soothed me was writing a song or stepping on stage. Then I met you.” He stares back at me. “I know I promised to wait until you finished your first year of med school, but I have to do this now. I have to do it here.” Miles lowers himself onto his knee.

He… he’s really doing this.

He pulls a ring box from his jeans and flips it open. “Megara Smart, will you marry me?”

It’s Play Your Heart Out Release Day!!!

Today is the official release day for Play Your Heart Out!


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I’m not the biggest fan of release days. I get nervous. Really nervous. I worry people won’t like that latest book or that it won’t sell. I worry I’ll have a technical problem. There are a million and one things that can go wrong.

Today is its usual mix of emotions. I’m excited for everyone to read Pete’s book, I’m nervous about its reception, and I’m sad this is the last full length Sinful Serenade novel. Believe me, I’ve seriously considered writing a few sequels for each couple. After four books, I love just hanging out with Miles, Derw, Tom, and Pete. They, and their heroines, feel like my best friends.

I’m super excited to write Sinful Ever After. It’s a collection of novella length extended epilogues, one for each couple. (I’m attempting dual POV. I usually prefer single POV. It’s just my jam. But I know y’all want inside the fellas’ heads so I’m giving it a shot). Without giving too much away, I’ll promise there’s at least one wedding :p I’m really looking forward to giving the band the send off they deserve, and I’m psyched for their appearances in Dangerous Noise, but there’s no denying that Play Your Heart Out marks the end of an era.

Now, I shouldn’t admit this, but I love the Sinful Serenade series the most of everything I’ve written. Sing Your Heart Out was a book I wrote for me as much as I wrote it for anyone else. It was mostly inspired by my high school crush on a certain musician/lyricist, and how badly I wanted someone writing songs about me, having those kinds of intense feelings about me. And, okay, it was also very much inspired by my love of muscular, tattooed men with smart mouths and magic fingers 🙂 When I started Sing Your Heart Out (then titled Untitled Rock Star Romance), I had no idea it would find the audience it did. I get into discussions with other romance authors all the time. Most give the advice to write what is trendy and to write it fast and to write it without getting too unique. But that doesn’t work for me. I have to love what I’m writing, and, my goodness do I adore this series. There is so much of me in the Sinful Serenade series. (I hope that didn’t make for too many Jurassic Park and The Hunger Games references).

It means so much to me that you’ve all come on this journey with me. I hope to see you back for Sinful Ever After and for the Dangerous Noise series.


Play Your Heart Out Teaser


Play Your Heart Out is coming May 24th


His eyes cloud with something I can’t place. His gaze goes to the grass, his brow furrowing with concentration. Then he’s looking at me again. “You know all this gossip because your sister is a fan?”


He raises a brow, assessing the veracity of my claim. He must believe me because he nods. “You want to make her jealous?”

“We’re not on speaking terms.”


“That’s personal.” My stomach tenses. I want to stop thinking about her. I want my old life to feel like it’s three thousand miles away.

He pulls his phone from his pocket. “You don’t need to speak to her for this. You just need to trust me.”

I scan his face for a clue to his intention but he’s still a mystery.

“Jess, Jess, Jess.” Pete shakes his head in mock outrage. “You seem like such a nice girl, but I see it in your eyes. You want to make her green with envy.”


“Do you trust me?” he unlocks his phone and opens the camera app.

I don’t know him. I shouldn’t trust him as much as I do.

The intensity in his eyes spurs me on.

I nod. “Yes.”

Pete turns the phone to selfie mode and angles it towards us. His other hand goes behind my neck. This time, he’s not delicate. He’s not holding back. His fingers dig into my hair. They press against the back of my head as he pulls me into a kiss. His lips brush mine. Then his lips are parting, and mine are parting too.

His tongue slides into my mouth.

Then he’s pulling back. It’s only a taste. A hint.

It’s not enough. I need more.

He looks into my eyes. “Here.” His fingers go to my temples, curl around the edges of my glasses. He pulls them off and sets them on the ground behind him. Then his eyes are back on mine, staring into mine.

My eyelids press together. Yes. More. Now. Please. I need this tall, dark, handsome stranger erasing every worry in my brain. I need his lips on me, his hands on me, his cock…

One thing at a time.

He pulls me into his lap. My knees plant outside his hips. They’re muddy, instantly, but I don’t care. For once, I don’t care about consequences. Only about how intoxicating Pete is.

He presses his palm between my shoulder blades. Heat floods the spot. Then his lips are on mine, his tongue is sliding around mine, and I’m hot everywhere. I clutch at his shoulders. My fingers dig into the cotton fabric of his t-shirt.

I was with Nathan for three years. We kissed a lot. And there were guys before—boyfriends in high school.

It was never like this.

Never close to this.

I’m panting and desperate when Pete releases me. His hands go to his sides. He leaves his phone on the ground. All of his attention is on me. The intensity of his deep brown eyes makes my thighs shake.

If that’s how he kisses…

Having sex with him might actually kill me.

He brushes a stray hair behind my ear. “You want her even more jealous?”

Invite me back to your place. Hell, invite me to the backseat of your car. To the bathroom at that coffee shop. Tell me to skip work and spend the night coming with you. Anything. Anywhere.

I nod. Yes. I need this, need to forget everything except our bodies for a while.

If he doesn’t ask, I will.

He stares into my eyes. “Play my girlfriend.”

Play Your Heart Out Will Not Be the Last Sinful Serenade Book!!!

I’ve heard you loud and clear. Okay, and I’m not ready to let go of Miles, Drew, Tom, and Pete yet. I love them all so much.

There will be a fifth Sinful Serenade book coming out this summer. Other details are forthcoming 🙂

p.s. My favorite guy is Tom and Pete at the same time 😉 Honestly, my favorite is whoever I am writing or reading at the moment. They’re all amazing in their own ways. I know it’s a non-answer, but it’s true!

Can Play Your Heart Out Really be the last Sinful Serenade Book!?!?!?!

edit: Play Your Heart Out will NOT be the last Sinful Serenade book. Book Five, Sinful Ever After, will be out August 2016 🙂

There are only five full days until the Rock Your Heart Out release. I am so excited to share Tom and Willow’s story with you guys. I really think it’s my best book yet.


But I have to be honest about something– I’m not ready to say goodbye to this series. I love the Sinful Serenade guys so much. I’ve been dragging my heels with Play Your Heart Out (Pete and Jessica’s book) because I’m not ready to be done. And I’ve been thinking: maybe I’m not done. Meg and Miles have story left to tell. But I don’t want to write the rest of their story if my readers think that Meg and Miles’s HEA is enough.

What do you think? Do you want another Sinful Serenade novel or two after Play Your Heart Out? Should I write another novel or two extending Meg and Miles’s story? Would you prefer I extend the series in a different way? Let me know in the comments!

The Billionaire’s Need – Cover Reveal

Coming December 15th, 2015

The second novel in The Billionaire’s Deal Series

featuring Kat’s little sister Lizzy and enigmatic alpha billionaire Nick

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Thanks so much to Aria at Resplendent Media for the beautiful cover! Look at that magenta dress– so gorgeous!

The Billionaire’s Need

Lizzy Wilder has a well-deserved chip on her shoulder. She keeps the world at a distance … except for her sister Kat. In fact, she’s miserable attending college three thousand miles from the only family she has left.

When she hears about a programming internship in NYC, Lizzy’s desperate to nail the interview so she can stay close to Kat. She’s the best candidate, but there’s one massive problem. The company’s CEO is Nick Marlowe–the impossibly sexy one night stand she never expected to see again.

Nick wants to pretend their encounter never happened.

But Lizzy can’t forget it … and soon it’s clear that the enigmatic, in-control billionaire wants her too. They begin a secret affair, but it comes at a price: Lizzy’s total submission.

What’s scary is how much she wants to surrender everything to him.

When Nick’s past comes back to haunt him, threatening everything he’s built, Lizzy faces an agonizing choice. Can she give up the man who’s stolen her heart? And if she does, can he forgive her?

The Billionaire’s Need is a full-length standalone novel with a strong, vulnerable heroine and an alpha male billionaire hero.

Sing Your Heart Out Teaser


Sing Your Heart Out
The first book in the Sinful Serenade series.

Available October 6th, 2015 (exclusively on Amazon)

Each book can be read as a standalone.

The line for the bathroom snakes around the corner. It’s flat-out irresponsible–hosting a hundred-person party and making all but one bathroom off-limits. People have to pee.

The living room is still throbbing with beautiful people dancing, grinding, flirting. Kara must know where the other bathroom is. Wherever she is.

I push through the crowd, but there’s no sign of my best friend.

Someone bumps into me, her hip pressing firmly against my pelvis.

Screw upstairs being off-limits. This isn’t a church. It’s a band’s Hollywood mansion. I’m not about to pee my pants respecting the sanctity of rock stars’ bedrooms.

I sneak to the second floor. All the noise from the party is just as loud here–a mix of music and muffled voices.

The long hallway has five identical doors. I scan the wall, trying to figure out which is attached to the smallest room. There. Second on the left. That must be it.

I turn the knob and push the door open.

Not a bathroom.

Definitely not a bathroom.

There are two people in here. They’re tangled on the bed. The woman on all fours. The man kneeling behind her.

They’re naked.

They’re having sex.

His gaze goes to me. There’s no sign of embarrassment or awkwardness on his face. He’s totally unmoved.

The woman shrieks and scrambles off the bed, pulling a sheet over her chest.

“Miles, you fucker. I told you I don’t do threesomes!”

I try to move, but my legs aren’t cooperating. It’s like a fiery train wreck. I can’t bring myself to look away.

He’s still kneeling on the bed. Wearing nothing but a condom. I scan his body for a split second. It’s enough to register all the important details. He’s tall, broad shoulders and chest, sculpted abs, and below his bellybutton…

He’s hard.

He’s hard and he’s huge.

A blush spreads across my checks. I stammer, attempting and failing to speak. I’ve never seen that before. Not in person. In movies, sure. Textbooks, of course.

But never in person.

The guy, Miles, makes eye contact. He’s completely unaffected. “You mind?”

I take a step back. My legs are finally bending to my will. “Excuse me. I thought this was the bathroom.”

“Next door on the left.”

I know I’m red. Beet red. “Thanks.”

I pull the door closed so I’m alone in the hallway. Next door on the left.

I step into the bathroom, lock the door, and die of embarrassment.