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14/4/2021 0 Comments

Can’t wait for you to meet Luca

I’m excited for you to greet my next sports romance hero, Luca Conti.

Luca is all kinds of swoon worthy hotness and I know that you’ll love Elise, his school teacher love interest.

Overtime releases tomorrow, 15 April and you’ll also see appearances by the guys and ladies from the Playing Games series throughout this Playing the Field series.

Oh, and let’s not forget Jax. You’ll officially get to meet Jax in this story and he’ll pop in and out of the series, as only Jax can do.

Meet you on the other side of release day and I hope you have as much fun reading Overtime as I had writing it.

Cheers
Rebecca

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12/3/2021 0 Comments

Have you met Jax?

Jax is the best friend I always wanted. He's unapologetically honest, fun and fabulous.

He started out as a side character in one of my upcoming releases, "Overtime" but I fell so completely in love with him, I decided he needed his own stories told.

So that's what you'll get... on the 5th of every month for the next 12 months, you'll get a glimpse into the craziness that is Jax's life... and who knows, he may even get a full book after that!

Hope you fall in love with him just like I did. And there's no better way to start 2021, than with a BANG! and Jax certainly knows how to do that!

Rebecca ❤️

Read the first episode of Jax below and signup for my newsletter to have each months Jax episode delivered straight to your inbox.

Jax’s New Year
“Kill me now,” I groaned into my pillow.
“What’s wrong? A little hungover?”
“Fuck off,” I grumbled, pulling the pillow over my head. Hungover was an understatement. I felt like I was dying as the little men inside my head kept drilling for gold. They weren’tgoing to find any in my head, trust me.
When I woke a couple of hours later, my stomach gurgled, and I managed to make it to the bathroom before I threw up all over myself. I mean, it wouldn’t be the first time,but I’d rather not. Stumbling back into the bedroom, I looked at the naked man splayed out, taking up most of the room on my bed. His name was Ash or Alex or Adam or something like that. I couldn’t remember, but fuck, I could barely remember much about last night.
Christmas had sucked donkey’s dick. Since my bestie Elise had gone and gotten herself engaged to the hottest guy on the planet, Luca Conti, she’d spent the holidays shacked up with him and his perfect family, leaving me to my own devices. I wasn’t blaming her, but I totally was.
Spending Christmas alone, eating frozen pizza that came in a box and got reheated in the microwave because who the hell knew how to use an oven these days, wasn’t my idea of a very merry Christmas. If it wasn’t for the bottle of tequila Santa had left me, aka Elise herself, I wouldn’t have even had anything to unwrap. Hell, I hadn’t even bothered with a tree this year and I felt like the world’s biggest Grinch. But what the fuck did I have to celebrate? I’d lost my job at the beginning of December, some bullshit about the company only needing so many employees and the owner’s daughter was back from Uni for the holidays or whatever, but feel free to apply again in March – like that was going to happen. Then Elise had moved in with Mr Perfect, and he’d put a ring on that, not mucking around in locking her down and stealing my woman. I mean, she was mine in every sense except the biblical, cause Ew! Girl germs.
So, after a very shitty Christmas, I was determined to have a fabulous New Year no matter what.
It was probably dumb and reckless, but that was future Jax’s problem. He’d be the one who had to try and figure out how to pay off the credit card bills for my flights, accommodation, and drinks, which frankly I had no interest in knowing how much it all came to.
New Year’s Eve in Time Square was on my bucket list,and I’d made it happen.
It’d taken me hours of primping and manscaping because I’d let the forest get out of control, before I was ready to head out, ready for some fun.
And fun came looking for me.
Rugged up in a coat that would stand a normal Aussie winter’s day of a balmy ten degrees, it didn’t stand a chance against the icy wind and sleet of the New York New Year’s Eve. Joining the masses, I stepped out of my hotel on 8thAvenue, and headed down the street to where I had a ticket toparty paradise.
When I’d told Elise I was doing this, once she stopped being stunned, she bought me a ticket for a club crawl,knowing I was the world’s biggest whinger when I got cold. Turns out, it was the best thing ever. First stop on my tour was Ripley’s Believe It or Not!
After flashing my pass, they wrapped a sparkly silver wristband on me and ushered me through the door. It was not what I was expecting. All they’d done was put a bar and a DJ in the foyer and a buffet upstairs amongst all the crazy shit they had there—like the massive alligator pinned to the wall or the shrunken heads.
Shuffling outside, drink in hand, I watched what I could of the nine o’clock family-friendly fireworks light up the sky between the skyscrapers, wondering what the next year would bring. Obviously, the beer in my hand wasn’t nearly strong enough if I was still pondering my future and my options, so I switched to something with some oomph.
My view of the ball drop was from the crush on the sidewalk, held back by some of the hottest police I’d ever seen. I mean, guys in uniform on mass, hello hunky. With a view like this of the ball and the eye candy, I didn’t even bother moving onto the next bar. This one had everything I was going to need tonight.
By the time the midnight fireworks became the focus of the world, the vodka raspberries I’d been downing like they were Kool-Aid had kicked in, and I was the life of the party. My shirt was, I don’t even know where, and I was standing on the staircase dancing my booty off. With Cher blasting through the speakers, I bumped and grinded, feeling like I was on top of the world.
“Five minutes,” the DJ announced, killing the music and my mojo.
Wobbling down the stairs, I headed outside via the bar. I might not have had anyone to kiss at midnight, but I’d flown halfway around the world, so I was going to order a few shots and numb the pain of being alone and watch the ball drop.
I was three shots down, or maybe it was four, who knows really when the hottest guy I’d ever seen stepped in from the cold, dusting the snow from his broad shoulders looking like every guy’s wet dream. People flocked toward him, surrounding him.
He was tall, at least six-four with shaggy blond hair that made my hands itch. I wanted to tug on the ends as he sank to his knees and sucked me into oblivion. When his dark brown eyes locked with mine over the heads of the sea of people between us, I winked cockily and raised my shot glass, before tipping the contents down my throat, never breaking eye contact.
“Another?” The bartender interrupted my eye-fucking.
“Why not?” I shrugged, pulling my credit card from my wallet and sliding it over the bar. “Better make it two.”
“And I’ll have the same,” a deep, baritone voice added from behind me that made me shiver and my dick twitch.
“The same?” I spun around on my stool and came face to face with the Adonis I was dreaming about licking from head to toe.
“I’m sure I can handle it,” he replied arrogantly.
Eye-fucking each other, I watched the way his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed down the tequila.
“Better go watch the balls drop.” I shrugged, trying to play coy when I was anything but, and headed outside.
“Two minutes,” the DJ reminded, and everyone surged forward.
Squashed between the police barricade and a crush of bodies, I managed to wriggle my way forward until I was standing in the snow, staring up at the lights, holding my breath. I don’t know why but this felt like the beginning of something new. Something fun and fucking fabulous.
“Twenty seconds!”
The crowd surged again, and the cops took a step forward.
Grabbing my phone from my pocket, I flipped it to video and held it up in the air. If I was out making memories, I wanted to have something to look back on.
“Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five!” The chanting began, and I felt my excitement grow. It was hard not to.
People wearing funny hats and oversized novelty glassessurrounded me. There were balloons and streamers and laughing. I didn’t know what happened next or how much this cost me, but I was glad I came.
“Four! Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!”
The ball dropped.
Confetti blasted up into the frigid night air before floating down over us all.
Speakers blasted ‘Auld Lang Syne’.
Around me, people laughed and cheered.
Some guy dropped to his knee and pulled out a ring.
My cheeks stung from smiling so hard.
I don’t know how long I stood there watching a balloon float up only to be tangled in a streetlight but when I turned around Adonis was right behind me.
“You didn’t kiss anyone at midnight.”
“No shit,” I grumbled. Thanks for the reminder, arsehole.
“That’s bad luck.”
“It is what it is.”
“I can fix that.” He grinned, and my dick, which I thought was a frozen popsicle in my pants, perked up.
“And it needs fixing, does it?”
“Fuck yeah!” He swore as he crushed his lips down over mine, dominating me in a kiss that made me forget the cold.
When he grabbed my arse before pressing me back against the barricade, completely oblivious to the million or so people around us, all moving in different directions, I moaned desperately. The New Year was already looking up.
Eventually, when we came up for air, both puffing and panting, his eyes were hooded and hinting that this was only the beginning. Something I was more than happy about.
“It’s cold as fuck out here. Coming inside for a drink?” he offered, stretching out his hand.
“Just a drink?”
“A drink and then some.”
With the promise of more, I would’ve followed his sculpted arse anywhere. After another hour, the crowd had started to thin, and the vibe was dying. I wasn’t completely shitfaced, but another shot or two and I would be.
“I know of a bar a couple of streets over that’s still going. Wanna go check it out?”
“Why not.”
The sun was breaking through the clouds as I stumbled out of the cab and into the elevator. My flight was in a fewhours, and I had no doubt it was going to be a long, hellish flight home. Adam or Ash or Alex or whatever his name was, didn’t give me much of a chance to worry about trivial things such as sleep or packing as he pinned me to the elevator wall,and grabbed my dick through my jeans before slamming his lips over mine.
Clenching my butt cheeks together, I thought about anything I could to stop myself from coming again. It hadn’tbeen that long ago that I’d had cheap and dirty sex in the bathroom of the club. Usually I wasn’t such a slut, but this guy…he had me dropping all my rules. And my pants.
By the time we fell through the door of my shoebox hotel room, buttons were being undone and belt buckles clinking. After toeing off my boots, I shucked off my jeans and sank to my knees. I’d been dying to taste him for hours. Pulling his cock from his boxers, I looked at it like it was a prize and fuckme sideways, it was perfect. Long, thick with a vein running along the underside and his manscaping was on point.
Taking a long lick, I looked up at him in time to see him squeeze his eyes closed and let his head bang back against the wall. Damn, I hoped these rooms were soundproof or our neighbours were about to get an early morning wake-up call.
Taking him into my mouth, I trailed my tongue around the crown, loving the way he tasted. With my own dick throbbing for attention, I ignored the needy fucker and focused on bringing him to the edge as quickly as possible. Rolling his balls in my palm, his huge paw-like hands went to the back of my head, holding me in place as he began fuckingmy face. Damn it was hot.
A few clumsy thrusts later he was flooding my mouth,and I swallowed down every drop. With one last lick, I rocked back on my heels, licking my lips and looking up at him. His chest was heaving, and his abs had my fingers crawling up hislegs needing to touch.
A fuck fest hadn’t been on my itinerary for this holiday, but damn it if I wasn’t about to start the year with a bang.
Through his heavy pants, he looked down at me, his eyes hazy as he growled, “My turn. Get naked and get on the bed.”
Well, I didn’t need to be told twice.
Let’s just say, I missed check out and was running late for the airport by the time we’d come up for air.
Out the front of the hotel, we waited for a cab,awkwardly looking at each other. His shirt was rumpled and his hair messy, but he looked just as hot as he had when I’dfirst set eyes on him barely twelve hours earlier. If anything, knowing what he was packing under those clothes somehow made him even hotter. Part of me wished I could pack him in my suitcase and take him home with me, but this wasn’t what that was. This was a fucking fantastic memory I’d tuck away in my spank bank and pull out when the need arose.
A yellow cab appeared, and the doorman loaded my suitcase.
Turning back to see him standing there, his hands tucked in his pockets, I shrugged awkwardly. “Thanks. I had fun,” I told him, feeling the need to say something.
“Me too.” He shrugged.
With nothing left to say, there was no point making the meaningless promises of keeping in touch, or if you’re ever in my neck of the woods, we lived half a world apart. Besides, I still couldn’t remember his name. I opened the door and went to climb in, only for his huge hand to wrap around my wrist catching me off guard and causing me to trip over my own feet.
When his grip moved to the back of my neck, he slammed his lips down over mine taking one final kiss, leaving me breathless and contemplating sex on the back seat of this cab.
When he pulled back, I knew my lips were bruised, like the fingerprints on my thighs, but it’d been worth it. So fucking worth it.
“Have a nice flight.” He smiled one last time before turning and melting into the crowd on the sidewalk.
Stunned, I stood there and watched until his head disappeared around the corner before sliding into the cab and heading for the airport. It was going to be a bloody long flight home, and I hoped I could sleep through most of it because I knew, the moment I touched Australian soil again, Elise would be down my throat demanding to know how my New Years’ adventure turned out. And fuck me did I have a tale to tell her.

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20/1/2021 0 Comments

Finding Your Place Series - rereleased.

After a short hiatus from publication, I'm rereleasing the Finding Your Place Series.

The series has had a facelift with new covers created and they look wonderful but the stories have not changed. You'll still love to hate me by the end of the first book but I know you'll also appreciate that as a writer, sometimes you just have to make the hard decisions with your characters!
The release of the series will be on the 15th of each month and stared on 15 February with Coming Home. I hope you continue to love this series as much as I do!

COMING HOME - Finding Your Place - Book #1

Running away was Zoe Sinclair’s answer to her problems…

Zoe has missed too much since she fled home ten years ago. Now it is finally time to go back. And with her friend’s birthday party days away, it is the perfect opportunity. On her way into town, her car breaks down, and then she’s attacked and left for dead among the dirt and dust on the roadside.

Spencer McLaren never left home, but his heart did. In the same moment Zoe fled…

Spencer had always been in Zoe’s life. Every time she’d needed him, he’d been there, arms open wide. When he spots a broken and battered Zoe stumbling along the side of the road, he can’t help but swoop in and rescue her. He rushes her to the hospital, but when she’s released, he can’t seem to let her go. Not again.

Physically, Zoe feels fine. Emotionally, her head and her heart are a disaster…

Spencer takes Zoe into his home and assigns himself the task of guardian and nurse. But her return puts strain on Spencer’s relationship with his brother, who isn’t happy to see Spencer falling for the girl who broke his heart again. Zoe knows she should leave, but her attacker is still out there, and being with Spencer is the only place she feels safe. She wants to make up for the pain she caused him in the past, but the attack has left her so broken and scared.

Despite Zoe’s hesitations and constant battle to keep her emotions in check, Spencer is determined to keep her safe and make her never regret finally…

Coming Home.

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28/11/2020 0 Comments

Broken Dreams released

BROKEN DREAMS

This boxset contains TWO, yep TWO ugly cry books with some of the strongest and most resilient women you can imagine.

Maggie and Gillian refuse to let the circumstances they find themselves in define them.

Releasing November 15th 2020

#FREE in KU

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SHATTERED DREAMS is a story about the private and hidden struggles inside a marriage, with a message that real love can overcome anything.

It should have been forever. But it wasn’t…

The day I married the love of my life, I was certain it would be forever. Loving him was as easy as breathing. Saying our vows in front of family and friends and promising to love each other for the rest of our lives - simple.

But then came the hard part, the part where you realize that nothing in life is simple. Seven years later, the same man who asked me to marry him, asked me to walk away…

Why? I don’t know. I’m trying to pinpoint the exact moment it happened—the moment everything went wrong. But I can’t figure it out. I don’t know who I am without him.

Now, I’m on a journey to rediscover who I am. I’ve been part of an ‘us’ for so long that I don’t know how to be a ‘me’. The journey takes me to another country where I change, and grow, and learn to love myself. When I return home to the pieces of my shattered dreams, I find clarity. And somehow, I know how to put the pieces back together again…

Sometimes you have to fall in love twice to make it stick.

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BROKEN PROMISES is a story about the private and hidden struggles inside a marriage, with a message that putting yourself first occasionally isn’t selfish, but a necessity.

We’d made promises and exchanged vows.

Joel Matthews was my knight in shining armour. In my darkest hours, he’d pulled up in his sleek black sports car and swept me off my feet before promising me forever.

Then life happened.

Plans changed, surprises arrived and life got in the way. Nothing was how it was supposed to be. How we planned.

What could I do? I had three kids who needed their Mum. I had to be the best parent I could be, as my husband self-destructed and my marriage crumbled.

Now, the fancy house I’d once loved was my prison but I was determined to protect my kids, no matter the cost

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12/8/2020 0 Comments

Isolation Buster Paperback Sale

Because 2020 has kicked our asses, I've decided to have a MASSIVE paperback sale to clear some stock.

Some of these books are being removed from sale and will be the last chance to purchase.

Some of the books have been discounted up to 50% of the normal prices.

Some books only have limited quantities available so first in best dressed.

Take a look and get your order in quick!

Buy - Isolation Buster Paperbacks

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12/8/2020 0 Comments

Are you ready for the next Player?

BENCHED - Playing Games Series - Book 3 COMING SEPTEMBER 25

Hunter Mitchell is a caveman.

He’s bossy.
He’s demanding.
He always gets his way. He’s the number one ruckman in the AFL. He’s good in bed. No! Scratch that.
He’s a god in bed and he knows it.
And he’s a great mate.
But that’s all we are. Friends with benefits. Which suits me fine.
I don’t have time or energy for anything more.

Until something unexpected happens to change the game.

Now we have to figure out, is it possible for us to be something more.

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30/5/2020 0 Comments

Bryce Masters is on his way!

The next book in the Playing Games series - Played, is only a month away.
Are you ready to be Played by Bryce Masters?

Bryce Masters is an idiot.
The first time I crawled into his bed he was frustratingly charming, hot as hell and sinfully smug.
The second time I saw him, he was running around the field dripping wet in his short shorts.
Then he stuffed up.
Over and over and over again.
And like the sucker I am, I kept giving him chances.
I knew he was a player, the whole world did but I couldn’t stop myself from climbing back into his lap… or bed.
Maybe he wasn’t the idiot. Maybe I was.

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14/2/2020 0 Comments

Will you be MARKED by Logan-freaking-Oliver?

Introducing #LoganFreakingOliver

🏉🏉MARKED🏉🏉

Playing Games - Book 1

🏉🏉🏉

Logan-freaking-Oliver.

Sure the million-dollar pretty boy can play football. At least that’s what the papers lead us to believe. Me though, I’m not so convinced.

Sure he's got a backside you could bounce quarters off, arms you want wrapped around you, dimples you’d drown in and hair you’d sell your mother to pull... but is he a nice guy or has he let fame go to his head?

I wasn’t one of his adoring fans, throwing my granny panties at his feet... that was until I met him and he completely screwed me...

🏉🏉

Buy paperback

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9/12/2019 0 Comments

Check out my New Release....

SHATTERED DREAMS

They say first comes love.

Second comes marriage.

Third comes…

What happens when the third doesn’t come?

The day I married the love of my life I was certain it would be forever, right up until it wasn’t.

Now I’m sitting on a plane running away from everything that’s gone wrong in my life.

When it comes to love, nothing is simple... not even a happily ever after.

Shattered Dreams is available at your Ebook retailer and print paperbacks are only available through my website ordering.

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Can’t wait for you to meet Luca

Have you met Jax?

Finding Your Place Series - rereleased.

COMING HOME - Finding Your Place - Book #1

Broken Dreams released

Isolation Buster Paperback Sale

Are you ready for the next Player?

BENCHED - Playing Games Series - Book 3 COMING SEPTEMBER 25

Bryce Masters is on his way!

Will you be MARKED by Logan-freaking-Oliver?

Check out my New Release....

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