You know, the kind that are made with pictures ripped from magazines with special notes about your life goals or biggest wishes. (Mine of course, is covered in glitter!) As a single mom, it’s hard to put my dreams and goals first, but I made my list. 1. Finally finish my degree 2. Learn how to cook new recipes. 3. Travel outside of Washington state. 4. Buy myself something that makes me feel desirable. 5. Find real, honest-to-goodness-rip-your-heart-out-and-hand-it-to-someone-love. The realist in me knows that last one is a bit far-fetched, but when an old college friend shows up in my driveway offering me something I can’t refuse, my mind starts wondering if maybe that last goal could be attainable after all.He’s kind, compassionate, strong, helpful, and attractive. All positive attributes of a great man. There’s just one problem. He’s my Ex’s best friend.

    

    You can’t go viral talking about your pet turtle.Well, maybe some people can, but that’s not how I became a highly paid influencer.I was happy to use my influence to help my grandmother, Agnes, save her assisted care facility. I thought I was going to hate being out in the wilderness for days on end…bugs and bears and no internet or sushi bars.To my surprise, I kind of…liked it.To my further surprise, I found myself wanting to linger around our tour guide, Bain. He’s a rugged, outdoorsy type – not the kind of guy I’ve ever found attractive. But he was so good at what he did – just tough and rugged and unafraid of anything. Who doesn’t find confidence and competence in a man attractive?Regardless, while I am going back out to Idaho to attend a wedding, and some small part of me wants to see Bain again, the bigger, more sophisticated part of me knows that there will never be anything between us unless of course, The Snowstorm of the Century happens to occur while I’m there and we take a snowmobile ride, get lost, find our way to a remote cabin and ride out the storm in blissful (or not so blissful) seclusion.But, come on, what are the odds of that happening?BainPretty good, it turns out.Back east, I’ve heard they call those late spring snows “sugar snows” because of the maple syrup and such. For me, here in Idaho, I just call it what it is: perfect timing for me and my sweet snowstorm.Books in the Sweet, Small Town Romantic Comedy in Good Grief, Idaho series:1. Me and the Cute Catastrophe2. Me and the Tidy Tornado3. Me and the Helpful Hurricane4. Me and the Sweet Snowstorm5. Me and the Dreamy Doomsday

    

    

    

    That's all I've ever wanted. The freedom to date who I want and live how I want to. However, my brothers, Renegade and Psycho, followed in our father's foot steps and joined Satan's Anarchy MC. Instead of staying away from the club, I find myself drawn back for one reason; Ink.Brad “Ink” WhiteSecrets. I've never kept anything from my club except for my past. Secrets can cost trust to crumble with every member of the club and we can't have that. Now, all I seem to do is keep secrets from my family. All for one person; Phoebe.Will secrets tear the club apart?

    With a deputy sheriff with him, who is convinced you're an intruder.Even worse?He had every right to do it. Even though the house is yours--oh, and he's your neighbor and catches you in every other embarrassing moment until you're convinced the Universe is against you and this new life you have to start.And did I mention that he's drop-dead gorgeous?And exactly what you do. Not. Need.But the heart makes its own rules and a girl has a choice.If he's worth the risk.CALEBTalk about a cluster.She invades a house she claims is hers, while I'm responsible, so, of course, I have to rush in.And she's standing.Naked.With that towel.Doesn't stop there. Just when I'm pulled in other directions, trying to keep my uncle from driving the company into another version of cluster, this girl disrupts. Everything.It's not enough that she's beautiful.That she belongs here more than any woman I've ever known.She has to disrupt the privacy in my cove.The routine of my life.When I need to focus and stop thinking about what she looks like.Naked...

    

     He has everything—cars, women, a billion-dollar company, and a rumored sex tape that was hurriedly scrubbed from the web faster than you can swipe right. Now Grayson’s PR people want an image makeover for their buttoned-up client, and I’ve been hired to act like the girl next door who’s tamed the wild beast. He’s a total bastard, but I’ll take his arrogant, belittling attitude if it gets me the money I desperately need to save my family. What I don’t count on is Grayson Royal turning me into the exact opposite of the nice girl I’ve been hired to play. He looks at me like he wants to devour me, kisses me until I’m dizzy, and uses his mouth on me until I scream his name. The worst part is, I like it. I like being who Grayson Royal has bought and paid for. I just don’t know how I’m going to pick up the pieces after he destroys the perfect life we’ve created. Because even though the romance might be fake, the heartbreak will be real…

    

    

    

    

    Her new client is the darkly handsome stranger she had met before in a club under scandalous circumstances.Sparks fly and awareness buzzes, but she resists the strong attraction towards the brooding billionaire. And when she finally decides to give in, she shockingly discovers that the man she is falling for has spun a passionate web of wicked lies she is unable to escape...Bhargav Varma is known for his icy control and meticulous planning, especially when it comes to destroying his enemies. But a chance encounter with a beautiful woman changes it all.Although his plans to avenge a past family betrayal weren't supposed to include the beautiful architect he deliberately hired, he is determined to claim the woman who vows to hate him and fight him with a burning passion...Wicked Lies is a standalone contemporary romance.