Coming October 17, 2020
Drawn together by the future, torn apart by the past.
Welcome to Seattle, the Emerald City and home to The Single Moms of Seattle. Three sexy single ladies who drink a ton of wine every Saturday night, bitch about life, have each other’s backs, are the ultimate mama bears, and hope to one day, just maybe find love again.
This is Lauren’s story …
Being a single mom was never the plan for Lauren.
Neither was having a baby in a car all alone on a gridlocked interstate.
Thank goodness for sexy cops who are heroes even on their days off.
One of the good guys—or at least trying to be—Isaac can’t get the woman whose baby he helped deliver out of his head.
He sees it all with Lauren.
A life. A family. A future.
But superstition and a family curse have her rebuffing him, even though she looks at him with a need that mirrors his own.
When Lauren finally gives into her heart, the passion between them explodes.
Life isn’t just good, it’s great.
Until Isaac realizes their past is connected in a way he never expected.
He ruined her life without even knowing it.
Can he confess the truth to Lauren without hurting the one person who has finally made him feel human again? Without demolishing her world, and his, in the process?
**Note: This book can be read as a standalone. It includes lots of steamy scenes, cursing, a sexy alpha male, and of course as with all my books, this has an HEA and no cliffhanger or cheating. If you liked my single dad series, then you’ll love this spin-off trilogy.
Book Status: With my editor.
“So what’s his name?” Celeste asked.
“What do you mean, what’s his name?”
“Well, you call Max, Professor Washboard. What’s Isaac’s name?”
Grinning more to herself than her friends, she finished her wonton. “Foxy Sergeant Big Hands. Because his last name is Fox and he’s a sergeant and his hands are fucking huge.” Her eyes went wide as she remembered just how enormous Isaac’s hands were and just how tiny her son’s head looked cradled in them as he helped her dry him off after his bath.
Bianca shook her head. “Sergeant Foxy McBigHands.”
“Oooh,” Celeste purred. “I like that better. Sergeant Foxy McBigHands reporting for duty. Is there a crime in your panties you need solved, ma’am?”
“Ma’am, please turn off your vibrator and remove it, this is a crime scene and police investigation and we can’t hear anything over all your moaning,” Bianca added, before she and Celeste burst into laughter. “Poor Idris Elba, he must be collecting dust by now.”
Lauren scowled at her friends, but it was all in jest. “I swear I heard it turn itself on the other night just to taunt me.”