A BRIT ON THE SIDE (CASTLE CALDER SERIES BOOK 1)
A swoony romantic comedy about an American finding herself both literally and figuratively over a summer in England.
There may also be hilarious references to spotted dick.
How do you tell your best friend you had the best sex of your life with her brother in short-term parking?
Short answer: you don’t.
That’s my method of (not) dealing with the awkward, and it worked just fine when Jasper and I had an ocean between us. Now that I’m in England at Castle Calder for the summer and he’s right down the hall? Different. Story. Because Jasper St Julien is as sweet and sexy as I remember, and his British accent still makes me swoon.
The problem is, those stolen kisses are different this time. More intense. Way hotter. And I still can’t figure out how to tell my best friend I have a thing for her brother — and this time it feels like way more than a fling.
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A BRIT UNEXPECTED (CASTLE CALDER BOOK 2)
A laugh-out-loud romantic comedy about trying to play it cool in a fake relationship with your real-life Hollywood crush.
Spoiler alert: I’m the epitome of cool. Until he slips me the tongue.
Bloody hell, I’m getting paid to flirt with Greyson Vaughn. Greyson-fricking-Vaughn! I mean, technically, I’m getting paid to pretend to be his “mysterious English girlfriend” for the weekend, but whatever. If I’m not all business, can you blame me?
You’ve seen him. He’s sexy like it’s his job. Although I guess it sort of is his job as one of Hollywood’s hottest actors. Still, I know that smolder he’s turning on is just part of the plan to fool the paparazzi.
But that kiss? Well, bugger me with a fish fork, I can feel it to my toes. Judging by the way he reacts, Greyson can too. And that’s not part of the plan at all.
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A BRIT COMPLICATED (CASTLE CALDER BOOK 3)
A sexy romantic comedy about the boss you love to hate. No, shag. No…
Actually, is there such a thing as a hate-shag?
If he calls me Ms. St Julien one more time, I might stab him in the eye with a pen.
Also my boss:
That tour of London I was supposed to be taking him on kind of ended up in his bedroom. The girls in the office call him Bradley Walking-Sex and he more than lives up to his nickname.
Which brings us to me:
In way over my head.