Nights
3 primary works
Each book in the series follows a different couple:
- Parisian Nights (Jake and Haven's story)
- Promised Nights (Ash and Luke's story)
- Indigo Nights (Beth and Dylan's story)
They don't need to be read in order.
Book 1
The moment I laid eyes on the new photographer at work, I had his number. Cocky, arrogant and super wealthy—women were eating out of his hand as soon as his tight ass crossed the threshold of our office. But not me. I knew better.
When we were forced to go to Paris together for an assignment, I wasn’t interested in his seductive smile, his sexy accent or his dirty laugh. I wasn’t falling for his charms.
Until I did.
Until Paris.
Until he was kissing me and I was wondering how it happened. Until he was dragging his lips across my skin and I was hoping for more. Paris does funny things to a girl and he might have gotten me naked.
But Paris couldn’t last forever.
Parisian Nights is a standalone, contemporary romance with no cliffhanger. Other books in the series follow different couples.
Promised Nights (Ash and Luke's story)
Indigo Nights (Beth and Dylan's story)
They don't need to be read in order but if you want to the order is Parisian Nights, Promised Nights and Indigo Nights.
(Previously published as What the Lightning Sees)
Book 2
I’ve been in love with Luke Daniels since, well, forever. As his sister's best friend, I’ve spent over a decade living in the friend zone, watching from the sidelines hoping he would notice me, pick me, love me.
I want the fairy tale and Luke is my Prince Charming. He’s tall, with shoulders so broad he blocks out the sun. He's kind with a smile so dazzling he makes me forget everything that’s wrong in the world. And he's the only man that can make me laugh until my cheeks hurt and my stomach cramp.
But he’ll never be mine.
So I’ve decided to get on with my life and find the next best thing.
Until a Wonder Woman costume, a bottle of tequila and a game of truth or dare happened.
Then Luke's licking salt from my wrist and telling me I’m beautiful.
Then he’s peeling off my clothes and pressing his lips against mine.
Then what? Is this the start of my happily ever after or the beginning of a tragedy?
Promised Nights is a sexy, standalone with no cliffhanger.
Book 3
I don’t do romance. I don’t do love. I certainly don’t do relationships. Women are attracted to my power and money and I like a nice ass and a pretty smile. It’s a fair exchange—a business deal for pleasure.
Meeting Beth Harrison in the first class cabin of my flight from Chicago to London throws me for a loop and everything I know about myself and women goes out the window.
I’m usually good at reading people, situations, the markets. I know instantly if I can trust someone or if they’re lying. But Beth is contradictory and confounding I don’t know which way is up.
She’s sweet but so sexy she makes my knees weak and mouth dry.
She’s confident but so vulnerable I want to wrap her up and protect her from the world.
And then she fucks me like a train and just disappears, leaving me with my pants around my ankles, wondering which day of the week it is.
If I ever see her again I don’t know if I’ll scream at her, strip her naked or fall in love. Thank goodness I live in Chicago and she lives in London and we’ll never see each other again, right?
A stand-alone, full length novel with no cliffhanger.