Can you believe we’re only 2 weeks away from Rising Star??? I can’t!

This year has passed so quickly, it doesn’t feel real. I know it’s been a while since I released a new book, and I’m so grateful for everyone who’s waited patiently these last months.

But it’s almost here!!! I’m so excited and proud of this book! Alice and Griffin are two of my favorite characters I’ve ever written, and I can’t wait for you to meet them. I hope you fall as much in love with them as they fall in love with each other.

There's some stuff I should probably tell you about this book before you read it. For one thing, it's a lot steamier than the Chemistry Lessons series. Instead of closed door love scenes, I'm throwing the doors wide open, so gird your loins! 

For another thing, although it's not mentioned in the blurb, Rising Star features a subplot about sexual harassment that was inspired by #MeToo. It's not a major part of the plot—the harassment occurs before the events of the book and doesn't involve the hero in any way--but it definitely affects the heroine and the way she reacts to the events of the story. It's still a light and funny read for the most part, similar in tone to the Chemistry Lessons books, but maybe a little more emotional and topical.

Finally, I hope you like movie star romances, because I'm already hard at work on the next book in the Starstruck series, which will probably hit stores in March 2019! 

Assuming I haven't scared you away or bored you to tears yet, here's the part where I gently nudge you toward the preorder links. You do want your copy of Rising Star to be magically delivered to your favorite ereader on release day, don't you? 

Readers! In anticipation of my next book release, I am once more looking to expand my ARC team.

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Alice grabbed her clothes and shower tote, stepped out into the hall—and found herself face to face with Griffin.

Wearing nothing but a towel.

A towel that was sagging dangerously low on his hips and only barely covering his man parts.

She froze, so startled she let the shower tote tip, dumping its contents all over the floor. “Damn,” she said, dropping to her knees to gather up her things, which at least gave her something to look at that wasn’t Griffin and his sagging towel.

“Hey,” he said sheepishly. “Morning.”

“Morning,” she muttered, trying to ignore Griffin’s mostly naked—and extremely impressive—body.

Settle down. It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve seen his abs. He’d done plenty of shirtless scenes on TV, not to mention a cover of Men’s Health last year that she may or may not have drooled over at the checkout stand.

This was just the first time she’d seen his abs in person. It was one thing to see Griffin Beach’s abs on screen or in an airbrushed photo, and something else entirely to see them standing two feet away from her in the flesh, with mere millimeters of sagging terrycloth hiding his unmentionables. Apparently they hadn’t done that much airbrushing for the magazine cover. His six-pack was very real, as was his Adonis belt and the vein leading down to his—yeah. Wow.

Griffin squatted down to help her pick up her things, which unfortunately caused his towel to gap, exposing an alarming amount of skin on his muscular upper leg, all the way up to--

Alice tore her eyes away again, hoping he didn’t notice her blushing as she accepted the bottle of shampoo he held out. She hurriedly shoved the rest of her stuff back into her tote and stood, trying to keep her eyes averted.

“Sorry.” As Griffin got to his feet, he finally seemed to notice his towel wasn’t covering him as well as it could and tugged it up higher on his hips, grimacing. “I realized as I was about to get in the shower that I left my clothes in the dryer. I promise I won’t make a habit of parading around the house in a towel.”

Too bad.