Short Side
The RA in Building C closed her door on the lacrosse captain like it was a verdict. Now he cannot stop thinking about the tide charts on her desk.
Twenty-four titles across six series. Start anywhere, but if you want the whole thread, start with The Prosecco Protocol.
Not sure where to begin? See the reading order guide.
Series
Dual-POV college sports romance. Different couple each book. Team as found family. Banter sharp, competence high, heat on-page.
The RA in Building C closed her door on the lacrosse captain like it was a verdict. Now he cannot stop thinking about the tide charts on her desk.
A face-off specialist who fills every silence. A campus broadcaster who hears what is underneath. Paying attention as a love language.
Four years inside the cage, and the head coach is the man who gave Nate a language no one else in his life speaks. Falling for the coach's daughter is the one shot he cannot stop.
He filmed everything. She's the one frame he never got to keep.
She reads the game better than anyone on the field. He hasn't let himself be read in years.
Series
Standalone romance operating at a higher pitch than the Mid-Life Escapes series. Read for structure, consent, and power exchange rendered with operational specificity.
A shared poncho at a rainy lacrosse scrimmage. A legal pad. A storm cellar. The echoes you harmonize instead of bury.
A fifty-three page contract. A Gallery of Control. What a person is when the tool that defines them is taken away.
Eight years of driving the road her husband died on. A fourteen-second call from a burner phone nine minutes before. The thread that finally pulls.
Series
A dark Catholic romance series exploring forbidden devotion, psychological suspense, and the slow work of stripping away vows to claim what the body already owns.
She killed her husband. He holds the host with scarred hands. In the dark of the box, their bodies demand total ruin.
She skims twelve percent off the collection plate. He left the Bureau but kept her file. Four years of silence, and the count is almost up.
She launders cartel money through her husband's practice. He is the handler who owns the operation. One count of nine, and the discipline keeping them both alive starts to break.
She filed the parish's secret for seventeen years. He came to read it back to her, one card at a time. Neither of them looked away.
Coming soon. She spent four years building the case that would end him. He saw through her cover in the third week and never said a word. Now the trial is the least dangerous thing in the room.
Mid-Life Escapes
Contemporary women's fiction with romance threads. The first of three Mid-Life Escapes sub-series, each built around a different iteration of a women's mutual-aid protocol.
Three strangers. One terrible gala. A pact that changes everything.
Eight months out of a twenty-year marriage. Ten days to learn how to want something again.
She arrived still wearing her blazer. She left having learned how to say no.
Three days without heat. Sixty floors up. One coordinated betrayal.
Mid-Life Escapes
The second Mid-Life Escapes sub-series. Midlife, found-family novels about grief, control, and the reckoning that happens when you finally stop performing the life you built.
One wine-glass emoji. Five women. A remote Montana ranch and the same underlying wound in six different configurations.
Two women answering a distress signal. A yellow row house on the St. John's harbor. The cold does what therapy could not.
A Portuguese word for a longing so old it has a shape. And what it takes to finally put it down.
Mid-Life Escapes
The third Mid-Life Escapes sub-series. Four women and the different shapes of the lie each of them has been telling herself about what that costs.
Anchor of a mutual-aid protocol she helped build. Fifty-eight. Finally learning how to lean back.
A variant of unknown significance. The end of jokes as armor. A life she has not finished calculating the cost of.
Your turn. Two words. A directorship in the Azores. A mother in Lagos who sometimes asks for a father thirty-six years dead.
A woman who has never needed anything anyone could see, learning in her own kitchen how to want something.
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