Elle is an energetic, independent woman with a successful business and new start in the big city. The bustling streets of New York are not what she expected, yet she finds the freedom exhilarating. One interaction at the mailboxes with her shy, strikingly handsome neighbor is all it takes to turn the strong- willed young woman into a bumbling mess.

 

Jonah Quinn is withdrawn for good reason; he harbors a dark secret. He lives his life in the shadows, playing his music in late night bars and hiding himself from everyone but Elle's cat. His tattoos bear his pain while his music is his outlet, but it is his silence that keeps his shame at bay.

Can one night of passion between the two of them lead to more than casual glances exchanged at their mailboxes? Will Elle be strong enough to help Jonah with his personal demons. And will Jonah break his silence regarding a past that haunts him?
The Rules for this relationship are Unwritten. 

A story of longing, love, and forgiveness.

Only the first chapter is available.

If you want to read more, my debut novel is available here.

Taking place in 17th century Europe, Princess Isabella, only daughter of King Charles I of Spain, faces her fate as her arranged marriage to Prince Edward, future King of England, approaches.  The Prince is known for his indiscriminate cavorting with the ladies of his land, leading the Princess to fear that she will suffer the same fate as her mother and many other queens before and since, to be trapped in a loveless marriage to an unfaithful husband.  Will Princess Isabella ever find happiness while bound to the fate of her birth? AH/OC/Eventual Lemons

Warning: This will be an NC17 story for later chapters.

Rosalie’s nervous a hairline fracture near her spine will bench her during her last season. In an attempt to convince the trainer she’s ready to play, he orders her to physical therapy. Reluctantly, she goes but not without a chip on her shoulder. No “wannabe athlete” is going to ruin her senior volleyball season. Then in walks her physical therapist. “Sweet Jesus, look at him.”