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BEAUTIFUL SERIES (SIX BOOKS and four FREE novellas)

STRUGGLE: Best friends forever has a different meaning when you're hopelessly in love with your best friend.

He wants to keep Trina in the friend zone. But she wants more. What's a girl to do?

includes prequel novella, Too Close

FOREVER: Dark pasts don't lead to bright futures when you've only known rejection. Love becomes a fairytale that only exists in children's minds. When a man enters Paige's world and refuses to quit on her, forgiving herself becomes the biggest obstacle.

Includes prequel novella, Phoenix

MELODY: One band, two brothers, and the girl who'll tear it all apart. Jealousy is a time bomb when brothers fight over the only girl they've ever loved. Who will win?

includes wedding novella, Commitment

ROCK: Fame and fortune isn't all it's cracked up to be. It's lonely and full of fake friends. When a woman turns up who doesn't know your name, it's a chance for normalcy. Problem is, she hates famous people and doesn't want the attention. What is she hiding?

includes the wedding novella, Devotion

STAR: As a journalist, she’s normally on the other side of the news. But when she spends a night hiding from the cameras with Australia’s hottest commodity she’s thrust into the spotlight - and it's not a fun place to be. She wants her life to go back to normal, but that won't happen when the movie star she helped thinks he owes her and won’t stop following her around.

TASTE: This celebrity chef’s past was supposed to stay buried. But then he receives an invite to a reunion, and suddenly everything he left behind comes flooding back: the girl he waited for, the girl he loved with every inch of his soul, the girl who got away...the girl who didn't care.

Now he’s going back. Even though he promised himself he’d never think about that heartless bitch again. But sometimes people need closure. And sometimes, the stories we were told weren’t the real stories at all…

47 THINGS DUET (TWO BOOKS)

47 Things and One More Thing are a duet that deals with love, loss and finding a way to move forward when you’re struggling to even breathe. Be warned: This is not a series you can read in public (unless crying in front of others is your thing)

STANDALONE NOVELS (THREE BOOKS)

Never Again

Not even a year after marrying the guy she'd thought was the love of her life, Cora Knowles is already requesting a divorce. To her recollection, philandering was not a part of her wedding vows, and she wasn't about to stand by while 'Sally from accounts' rolled about on her Egyptian cotton sheets. 

While trying to soothe her broken heart with copious amounts of cake and liqueur chocolates, her best friend, Olivia suggests that the best way to get over someone, is to get under someone else. Problems arise when the one Cora 'gets under' turns out to be the the son of the Director of Prosecution—her boss. Worse still, he's young. Younger than Cora originally thought, and younger than she's comfortable with. 

But, when the attraction is undeniable, Cora needs to decide whether she'll turn her back on the enigmatic Brandon Sharp, or take a risk and follow her heart, even though she promised herself she'd never do that again...

In the Wind 

This summer is Dawn's last chance to enjoy the seaside town she calls home before following her five-year plan. With looming university preparations, and a planned declaration of love to her best friend Zeke on the horizon, Dawn feels like her final months at home are going to be her best yet.

Until a summer storm arrives, bringing with it a girl who dances in the rain and gives zero fucks about anything. Her arrival shakes up Dawn's carefully crafted path, opening her eyes to new possibilities beyond the sheltered life she planned.

Thank god she still has Luke, the widowed manager of the local bar, to talk to. Otherwise she'd be completely alone…

Darcy Comes First (for a change)

Single mother Darcy is in need of a new start after being served divorce papers when her husband learns he isn’t dying and wants to be free instead. Moving in with her eccentric grandmother in the seaside town of Bayside, Darcy hopes for peace and quiet as she rebuilds her life.

What she isn’t expecting to find is a set of saggy man parts upon arrival. 

Needing to bleach her eyes, calm her screaming teen daughter and stop her eight year old son from filming the chaos to upload, Darcy is already reconsidering the sanity in her decision. Turns out, Nana is quite the player in the retirement circle.

With two kids to support and more drama than she bargained for, even a chance could prove too much for Darcy. Luckily, the ex-rugby player next door is there to help. Leo sees her for who she really is, and he isn’t the kind of man who gives up easily.

CARTWRIGHT BROTHERS (FIVE BOOKS)

FOOL ME TWICE
Holland gets more than she bargained for when she tracks down the man who stole her mother's heirloom and finds herself a husband instead.

FOOLS RUSH IN
Being the third wheel is Alesha's version of normal. But when she's caught up in her best friend's reckless scheme, she finds herself married against her will to a giant man with difficult-to-read emotions.

FOOLISH GAMES
Ronnie isn't a stranger to a good discount of the five finger kind. But when she steals a car from the notorious Cartwrights, she becomes the indentured servant to an affection-starved twin.

FOOL’S ERRAND
As a family friend of the Cartwrights, Sloane somehow grew up as normal as a giant redhead with a precarious relationship with gravity can. That's until the cheekiest twin offers her the deal of a lifetime, all she has to do is say... no.

FOOL’S PARADISE
Blair has one job: find Toby Cartwright and bring him home. But when secrets, lies and a tangled past intervene, they find themselves on the run, fighting for something they never thought they'd want - each other.

Drawn Series (three books): This series follows Etta Davis as she embarks on new beginnings after graduating university and moving out of her strict father's home. Etta has essentially been imprisoned by her overprotective dad's rules ever since her older brother Craig tragically drowned six years prior.

Etta is instantly drawn to Damien, her father's mysterious Aikido student, from the moment they meet. Though Damien seems to harbour secrets and guilt surrounding Craig's death, Etta cannot stay away from him. Their intense connection grows rapidly, but Damien insists on taking things slowly with Etta.

As Etta settles into her new life with roommates Jessica and Kensi, she struggles to define what she wants from Damien as well as from her old friend and former boyfriend Aaron. Both men vie for her attention, though Damien makes it clear Etta is his alone.

Once they cross that line, their passion seems to take away all rational thought, and Etta begins to lose herself. This is where the reader gets to make a choice–will she continue down the road with Damien? Or will she step back and realise Aaron is the right man for her? YOU DECIDE

Drawn to Fight duet: Continuing in the Drawn world, Zac and Evie face their own challenges as outcasts caring for Zac's orphaned siblings alone. Zac must fight to earn enough money for them to survive, and meanwhile, he’s trying to stop his half sister from self combusting when she starts dating her teacher in Hugo & Meg. This series is about risking everything to save the ones you love - even if it means losing each other.

From ‘47 Things’

HOW WOULD you spell the sound that spitting makes? Pttoohey? Tchoo? I could never work it out. But, it was a sound that caused my throat to constrict and my stomach to sour each time I heard it. So much so, that I’d close my eyes and turn my head as a revolted shudder ran through my body. It was a reaction I was unable to control, and on this particular day in my life, it was both the worst, and the best reaction I could have had…

Walking up the university’s pathway, there was a bounce to my step as I clutched my books and folder to my chest, inhaling the warmth of the aromatic October air. Spring had arrived, and I was ready to complete my degree in physiotherapy at Sydney University and embark on the next phase of my life—a phase that would see me helping people heal their bodies, instead of dealing with the sports-focused jocks who were walking ahead of me. They only cared about athletes and football stats. They drove me insane with their noise and competitive muscle flexing. But I wasn’t going to let them bother me, not when I was so close to donning that cap and gown and skipping off into the sunset to live my awesome life jock free. 

Tchoo! 

I knew it was probably one of the jocks responsible for that horridly disgusting and unnecessary abomination of a bodily function. Again, I reminded myself that I wouldn’t let them bother me. But, that dreaded sound turned my smile into a downward curve as bile rose up my throat. I closed my eyes, trying to control my visceral reaction by focusing on placing one foot in front of the other and pretending I wasn't disgusted to my very core.

As my foot hit the concrete, a soft squishiness beneath the sole of my favourite pair of ballet flats tilted me off balance, causing me to let out a yelp as I tipped forward. To save myself, my arms shot out, flinging my notes and books in a fluttering snowstorm of papers around me as I stumbled forward, my foot twisting, my shoe remaining stuck to the pavement. I went down like a sack of potatoes and landed on the hard concrete with a thump.

“Fucking arse!” I growled, as my nerve endings caught on fire where my knees had dragged along the rough ground. 

Trying to right myself, things just got worse as pain radiated up my leg from my ankle. “Fuck my life.” I sat in the middle of the pathway with grazed knees and hands, a missing shoe, and a mess of paper around me. I was a very undignified Cinderella. 

I held back a sob and ignored the sting pushing at the backs of my eyes as I tried to rectify my situation by reaching out to at least put my shoe back on. Then things just got worse.

“You can't be serious,” I moaned, as I lifted my shoe and dragged a long string of green gum along with it. Muttering to myself, I found a piece of blank paper in the mess and did my best to remove the offending goop, balling up the paper and adding it to the mess beside me. “Who the fuck spits gum on the pavement anyway?” 

“Ah, that would be me,” a male voice said from beside me. “I'm so sorry. It’ll never happen again. I…I didn’t think.” I had a pretty good idea who it was and did my best to keep my head down and turned away from him. I’d avoided talking to him for this long. I didn’t want to ruin a perfect four years.

“Just leave me alone,” I said, hurrying to collect the papers around me so I could get away from him.

Leaning down to help, he tried to catch my eye. “Are you OK?”

Fighting back tears of anger, frustration and humiliation, I shook my head. “Of course I’m not OK. Just leave. You’ve done enough,” I responded, trying to pull the pages from his obscenely lovely hands. I always hated that about Tyler Lohan. No matter where he was or what he was doing, he always looked perfect, right down to his lovely fingernails.

Those long lovely fingers of his pressed into the pages and refused to let go. For a moment, we engaged in a tug of war, and when he wouldn’t concede, I glanced up to meet his eyes. “Let go.” 

He grinned, recognition in his ice-blue eyes. Although at this point, I didn’t know if it was because I was in the majority of his classes for the last four years, or if he actually remembered me from high school where we shared classes for six years, or primary school...Tyler Lohan had been part of my life for as long as I could remember. Oddly, I’d never been part of his. In fact, it’s possible this was the first time we’d ever made eye contact or even spoken to each other. You see, guys like Tyler were the golden boys of this world. They didn’t mix with the awkward girls like me who woke up looking like shit and actually had to work hard to get what they had in life—their looks included. We couldn’t all be born looking like GQ models. The tamed curls I sported to my shoulders came at a price that involved a lot of time and a lot of product. Not that Tyler would ever notice…

“I know you, don’t I?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. His eyes crinkled in his adorable way while his mouth turned up a little. I hated how good-looking he was, with his natural golden tan and fashionably messy, golden hair. He could have been the next Chris Hemsworth if he gave up sports science for acting. 

“I doubt it.” I spoke with little feeling, seizing the opportunity to retrieve my papers from his hand.

His grip tightened. “No. I do know you. What’s your name, sweetheart?” 

“It’s none of your business, because I’m not your sweetheart.” I tugged on the papers again.

“Let me help you,” he insisted, his voice soft with a hint of amusement as I rolled my eyes and released the pages into his care. By this point, I just wanted to get off the ground and get on with my day. 

He collected the rest of my papers and handed them to me with a smile. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he asked, extending a long finger to tap a loose spiral curl that hung about my face. 

I flinched out of his reach and slapped the papers on top of my books before I tucked them under my arm. “You have no idea,” I replied with a roll of my eyes as I planted my feet and forced myself to stand. 

Huge mistake.

"Holy cra—" Sharp pain sliced through my ankle and sent spots floating through my vision. I stumbled, almost releasing my papers and books again, but managing to maintain my balance thanks to a strong set of hands reaching out to grip my waist.

"Whoa, steady. Where does it hurt?" he asked, peering down from his great height, concern in his eyes. 

"I’m fine," I lied, putting my weight on my injured foot. I winced again, but managed to grit my teeth and take a few tentative steps away from him. 

“See? I’m just awesome,” I forced out, my voice shaking from the pain.

"No. You're not fine. You're limping. You're also walking away without your shoe."

Realising he was right, I stopped hobbling and turned towards him, reaching out to snatch my shoe from his hand.

"Thank you," I quipped, dropping it onto the pavement and trying to slide my foot into it. 

"It won't fit," he pointed out, moving to crouch in front of me to inspect the elephant’s foot that had decided to attach itself where my foot should be. "It’s blown up like a balloon. It could be broken."

"It's fine,” I insisted. 

“No. It’s not. Let me take you to the hospital to get an X-ray.”

“I have to get to class.” 

He grinned but shook his head. “What you have to do is quit being so stubborn. I’m taking you to the hospital.”  Without asking for permission, he leaned down and scooped me into his arms. 

“Put me down, you oaf!” I hit at his chest and complained until my ears hurt from listening to my shrieking. Not one person on that university campus came to my rescue either. Not even my best friend, Janesa, who just stood by while Tyler carried me away like a Neanderthal.

“Watch your head,” the Neanderthal said as he inserted me into the passenger side of his black Navara, a petrol guzzler that was almost the size of a truck and could probably fit my Ford Ka in its tray.

“You’re an arsehole, by the way.” I scowled and folded my arms across my chest as he carefully guided my injured leg into his fancy-looking Ute. But he just smiled and went to close the door before he stopped and looked into my eyes. 

“You’re wrong, you know.”

“About what? You being an arsehole?” 

He shook his head; that bloody amused smile still quirking his lips. “No, although the arsehole part is debatable. You’re wrong, because I do know you. You’re Sarah Kennedy. I’ve known you all my life.”