BOOKS

Reid Jackson
I’m a simple guy. There are only two things I love: my family and playing professional football.I may not understand why people get married, but I’d go anywhere for my brother, even his friend Camille’s wedding. Once I’m there, I realize our Bronx upbringing has left me unprepared for the world of old Southern money. Over twenty-four hours, I see scandal, threats, and lies. It’s a life I don’t relate to, a place I never want to belong. Even so, when the minister asks if anyone objects, I shock not only myself but also the beautiful bride when I stand up and say, “I do.” I don’t know her, she doesn’t know me-but deep down, I knew I had to make that move.

Camille Whitley
As a political socialite in the South, nothing about my life is simple. For years I’ve known I’d one day be standing at the altar, about to marry a man I don’t love. In Savannah, family expectations and appearances are everything, but none of it’s real. I hate what I’ve become, and I dream of being free. So, when an opportunity suddenly presents itself in the form of a stranger with captivating green eyes, I find myself asking what’s best for me: the plan or the unknown? I don’t know him, he doesn’t know me-but if I’m going to make a move, it’s now or never.

With a broken heart and a desperate need to hide from the spotlight, Chicago socialite Rylie Crest flees to a small town on the west coast of Florida to start over. Set on a winding crystal-clear river, under the tall pines and aging oaks, she buys an old abandoned home with hopes to restore it, only to find the river’s edge seems to be haunted by the past. Filling her days stripping wallpaper, sanding floors, and discovering the secrets her house has left behind, she fills her nights imploring the river to take her sorrows and set her free.

But that’s the thing about hiding and secrets, whether we want them to or not, they always have a way of coming into the light.

It’s with the heat of the summer and an unexpected chance at love, Rylie must learn to let go of the past, reveal what she’s been hiding, and only then can she discover what happiness truly is.

If you ask anyone to describe the great state of Kentucky, odds are they’ll most likely answer you with “Bourbon and horses,” but if you ask Rosie May, the only thing she’ll ever respond with is “Derby hats.”

Big hats. Small hats. Elaborate hats. Simple hats.

You name it, she loves them all. Every. Single. One. Because of this, she’s always known she would one day own a Derby hat store. At twenty-five, she’s back in her hometown of Louisville, and her dream has finally come true. With the season officially underway, her brand-new shop is gorgeous, the inventory is stocked, and she’s ready to go. Her only problem is William Stokes Whitlock III.

Stokes is tall, insanely handsome, heir to one of the largest thoroughbred farms, and her best friend’s brother. He’s also annoying, incredibly boring, arrogant, and for over half of her life, her sworn enemy. Only now, it seems he needs a favor. As for why, he won’t say.

For two months, she’ll be his girlfriend, and in return he’ll use his society status to help promote her new shop. Seems simple enough, right? Wrong. She thinks his timing couldn’t be worse, but the way he sees it, it’s the best. The best for who—that’s to be determined.

How do they pretend to be in love when all they’ve ever felt is hate? Can she do this? Can they? Especially knowing it’s fake . . . or is it?

Can Rosie set aside what she thinks she knows of the boy from her past to see the man standing in her present? With her heart at stake, she has to decide if she’s willing to go against the odds to place the biggest bet of them all . . . on love.

The Sweetness of Life – Book 1

An enemies to lovers, contemporary romance, set on a vineyard in the mountains of North Georgia.

Two weeks. His wine. Her recipes. A feature article in a special issue of a world-renowned magazine. Pairing wine with food is one thing, but two hearts is another . . .

Last Slice of Pie – Book 2

A second chance romance, contemporary romance, sports romance, set in a small town in Central Florida and in Tampa Bay.

She’s a small town girl. He’s a household name. Off the field and out of the kitchen, will they break and crumble, or finally get their second chance at the biggest game of them all . . . love.

Lessons in Lemonade – Book 3

A friends to lovers romance, contemporary romance, inspirational romance, sports romance, set in the historic district of Charleston, South Carolina.

He’s her best friend. She’s quickly turned into something more. Will making a play for her heart be more bitter than sweet? Or will it add just the right amount of zest to make the most delicious ending of all . .

Can you imagine living in a home that is filled with hurt, lies, and fear? Well, that’s what it was like for us. Trapped in a small island town off the West Coast of Florida, for years we watched the tide roll in and out, while keeping so many secrets hidden from the world. Each of us hiding behind a different mask and dealing with our own struggles that ultimately lead us to a breaking point. That expression,

“And the truth shall set you free . . .”

Well, it did. In the end, it became our choice. With the help of three amazing, beautiful girls we soaked up the drops of rain, endured the starless nights, and woke each day to an unforgettable sun. We are the Hale Brothers: Drew, Beau, and Matt . . . and these are our stories.

Blue Horizons – Book 1

Will Ashton
Music is my motivation. I’ve always believed that, because of it, I would be somebody. Somebody to someone, and something to myself.

At age four, I picked up my grandfather’s acoustic guitar and, up until three weeks ago, I’ve never put it down. From a single chord to a full arrangement, music fed my soul. I craved it with every fiber of my being, but now, I just don’t know. That driving force that’s always pushed me has somehow stalled, along with the thrill, the passion, and the familiarity . . . it’s all gone. I’m beginning to worry that my love for music just isn’t enough.

As the summer tour finally comes to an end, I head to the Blue Ridge Mountains instead of returning to Nashville. It’s here that I’ve always been able to lose myself amongst the solitude and the lake, but what I didn’t expect to find was her. Wild blonde hair, light blue eyes, and a laugh I find myself trying to coax from her has me completely enamored. She’s quiet, incredibly poised, and driven by secrets as big as the mountains around us. They’re what’s made her untouchable, and left me wanting to know more.

Maybe that’s what I need. Maybe I need more. Maybe I need her.

Ava Layne
They say that life isn’t about how many breaths we take, but how many moments take our breath away. But what if those moments aren’t filled with happiness and love, but something dark and haunting? For me, it’s those moments that’ve shaped and taken over my life. I can’t change who I am, God knows I’ve tried, and, because of this, I’ve accepted the silver lining . . . I’m alive.

Fifty-two white keys, thirty-six black keys, ten fingers, seven notes, two friends, and one stage. At the piano, on the stage, with my two best friends, I finally found myself, and I live for those moments. One by one, I collect them, cherish them, patiently waiting for the next, until it arrives and changes everything. That’s the moment I meet him.

White Horizons – Book 2

Clay Johnson

Let me tell you about life-changing moments. The catalyst for mine was standing on a street in New York City, watching the girl I was falling for jump into the arms of another man. Did she know I was there? No. At first I was shocked, then I was angry, for months. Because of this, I finally said, “No more.” No more being second place in my band, with my family, with my friends, or with the women I date. I’ve had enough, and I deserve better. I deserve to be first. The only problem is I can’t escape the girl or her bubbly personality. She’s everywhere I don’t want her to be and trying her best to work her way back into my good graces, which I refuse to allow. I made that mistake once, and I’m never going there again. Ever.

Emma White

I’ve always believed my loyalty to those I love is one of my greatest strengths. If I say I’m in, I’m in and will go down with a sinking ship. Unfortunately, over the last year, I wasn’t just sinking, I was drowning, drowning in a life I had committed to but no longer wanted. Instead, I dreamed of Clay. Clay with his arms that knew just how to hold me, his lips that instantly ignited swarms of butterflies when they touched mine, and eyes that always spoke volumes whenever they were aimed my way. The problem is, he’s made it clear he wants nothing to do with me. I don’t blame him, but I won’t be deterred. The heart wants what the heart wants, and mine wants him. I’ll do whatever it takes. He’s worth it. I’m worth it. I just need him to give me a second chance to prove it.

Gold Horizons – Book 3

Cora Rhodes

My new neighbor is the worst.

When they say to keep your friends close, but your enemies closer, I don’t think they meant that literally, as in next door neighbor close. However, here we are and after our horrible and unfortunate introduction, there’s only one solution . . . to declare war. It’s his side of the mountain versus mine. It doesn’t matter that my new neighbor is ridiculously handsome, because his personality is lacking. He’s rude, arrogant, and condescending, and regardless of how hard he tries, no one is going to get in my way or push me out. I need this more than anyone knows, because sometimes what people forget or choose to overlook, is not all that glitters is gold.

Briggs Warren

My new neighbor has got to go.

After purchasing Red Barn Orchard five years ago, I know a thing or two about living on the mountain. I also know that this is no place for a rich, New York City socialite who also happens to be a music superstar. If she wanted a vacation home, she should have chosen one on the lake in Horizons Valley, not here, where there’s no one around. No one except me that is. I don’t need this, I definitely don’t need her, and based on the prank she’s pulled, we’ve declared war. The problem is, I find her stunningly beautiful, witty, funny, and when she plays her cello and the music floats across the mountain, it feels like she’s speaking to my soul. Is it possible to love the thing you hate, or should I say person, because as the months pass and summer turns into fall, this game we’re playing, I’m starting to think winning might mean less about her leaving and more about something different after all.