Love and Loopholes, New Release, Promotion

Love and Loopholes


I’m so excited to announce that my fifth book, Love and Loopholes, will be releasing in August 2018!

Keep an eye out for the pre-sales starting soon. In the meantime, here’s the back of the book blurb and a snippet from the book.


Business brought them together. Love could tear them to pieces.

A knight in shining armor can’t come fast enough for Kirby Allen. Broke and on her own, she longs for the chance to live a better life. Without a stable place to live and no money to her name, she has to do something and fast.

Familial pride and a sense of tradition fuel Channing Lucas’ desire to run his father’s company. There is just one thing standing in his way.

His eccentric mother and her ultimatum. Get married or lose his family’s business forever.

After a predetermined ‘chance meeting’ in a Las Vegas casino, Channing and Kirby decide they can both get what they want and enter into a business deal. What starts as a marriage of convenience, evolves into complications neither expected. And the strangers find themselves fighting not only to maintain their deal, but struggling to hold on to their hearts.

Here’s a little snippet from the book. I hope you like it.

“Kirby, I’d like you to meet the proposition. Channing Lucas, meet Kirby Allen. Your new wife.”

“Excuse me?” Kirby nearly choked looking at Bryant with wild eyes. “Wife?”

“Yes. That’s the proposition.” The look he gave her was as if he’d expected her to know marriage was part of the deal. She’d never imagined that’s what she was there for and her throat tightened. Swallowing hard, she glanced back and forth between the two.

“Hold on a minute. You said I wouldn’t have to worry about money or anything anymore, you never said anything about being a mail-order bride.” Kirby shook her head, feeling her heart inching its way up to her throat. She had to get a rein on her thoughts and get back to the task at hand.

“Channing is your way of not having to worry about anything. And I promise, you won’t be a mail-order bride. I’ll leave you two to talk.” She saw Bryant grin at Channing before he stood and exited the lounge.

She turned to see Channing staring at her and a warm feeling flowed through her body. His gaze was enough to melt away every stitch of clothing she wore and she felt a rush of tingles roar across her skin.

“It’s obvious Bryant didn’t really go into detail about why you’re here.” Kirby nearly dissolved through the floor listening to the honey-coated baritone voice caressed by a sweet southern lilt emanating from the perfect face of Channing Lucas. When he spoke, she caught the slightest glimpse of a set of dimples hiding in his freshly shaven cheeks. Just looking at him she was mesmerized by the blazing streaks of gold in his tiger-eyes.

“Uh, he said I wouldn’t have to worry about anything anymore, but he didn’t mention marriage.” She strained, barely hearing her own voice as she spoke. Marriage had always been a dream of hers, but she’d never imagined this kind of scenario. What the hell is going on?

But then again, if her groom were Channing Lucas, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Are you crazy, Kirby? This is ridiculous. She watched him glide across the room to the bar and she clutched her arms to her midsection.

When he returned, he placed a drink in front of her and took a seat in the chair vacated by Bryant. He smiled and his teeth, perfect as they were, seemed brighter than the midday sun. “By the looks of it, you could use one of these.”

“Oh, thanks.” She took the heavy tumbler in both hands, and returned his smile. “I’m sorry. I’m really not following what’s going on, so if you could just be straight up with me, I’d really appreciate it.”

Channing nodded and placed his drink on the table. Sitting forward, he launched into his story. “I need a wife. Plain and simple.”

“Nothing about this is plain and simple. You want me, a perfect stranger, to marry you. Right?” She sipped the drink he gave her and coughed, flinching at the cool, brown liquid as it numbed her tongue and stung her throat like salt on an open wound.

“Not much of a drinker, eh?” He smirked and took the glass from her hand before getting up to retrieve a bottle of water from the bartender and bring it back to her.

“I guess not.” She opened the bottle and took a sip under his watchful eye then cleared her throat. “Look this is all a little crazy. So, go ahead and laugh, tell me to look into the camera and smile. This is some kind of joke, right?”


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