Sadie Mae immediately sensed she was in trouble the moment she caught the sound of Luke’s voice—low, steady, and disarmingly calm, like the quiet before a storm.
“Sugar, what exactly are you doing on my kitchen counter?” he inquired, his words slicing through the air like a knife through butter.
She glanced over her shoulder, a mischievous smile curling her lips as she delicately sprinkled flour into the dough she was attempting to knead into submission. The kitchen was filled with the warm,...
Small town. Big heat. One stubborn runaway meets her match in a dominant sheriff who doesn’t back down.
I’m so excited to share that Book 2 in the Timber Creek series is finally here! If you like your romance with a firm-handed alpha, a fiery heroine, and a whole lot of steam, you’re going to love Wade and Delilah’s story.
She’s on the run. He refuses to let her bolt.
When Delilah Morgan shows up in Timber Creek with secrets and sass, Sheriff Wade Dalton knows one thing—she needs structure,...
You know that moment when you stumble onto a book that hits all your favorite tropes — and you just melt inside?
That’s what I wanted Timber Creek to feel like.
Every book. Every chapter. Tension, dominance, surrender, and fierce, unbreakable love.
Here are the tropes I adore (and why you’ll find them over and over in my stories):
1. Enemies to Lovers
Nothing’s hotter than that battle of wills.
The push-pull, the stolen glances, the desperate kisses when they finally give in.
2. Runaway Bride...
There’s a reason Timber Creek men hit differently.
They aren’t soft.
They aren’t indecisive.
They don’t apologize for being too much.
They were made for women who need a man strong enough to tame them — and love them harder.
Meet the Timber Creek Men:
Discipline romance is one of those genres that gets misunderstood — a lot.
People hear “spanking,” “obedience,” or “control,” and they immediately assume it’s about cruelty, humiliation, or stripping away a character’s strength.
They couldn’t be more wrong.
When written right, discipline romance is about trust, intimacy, and fierce protection. It’s about characters — usually strong-willed heroines — learning what it means to surrender to a partner who not only cherishes them, but takes full...
There’s a huge misconception about spanking scenes in romance novels — and especially in steamy, discipline-focused romances like mine.
It’s not about cruelty. It’s not about tearing someone down.
It’s about trust. Deep, soul-level trust.
When my heroes discipline their women, it’s not because they want to hurt them — it’s because they want to protect them, guide them, love them better.
A spanking is a physical reminder:
You’re cared for.
You’re seen.
You’re safe.
In Timber Creek, the men are...
When I created Timber Creek, I didn’t just imagine a picturesque mountain town tucked away from the rest of the world — I built a place where old-fashioned values still thrive.
Where men don't just love their women — they claim them.
Where discipline isn't a threat — it's a promise of protection, loyalty, and love.
In Timber Creek, when a man sets his sights on a woman, it isn’t a game.
There’s no ghosting. No endless texting games. No wondering where you stand.
Once you catch a Timber Creek man...
I get asked this a lot — why do you write such strict, old-school, alpha men who spank their wives and expect obedience?
The short answer?
Because it’s hot.
The longer answer is because I believe there’s something wildly compelling about a man who doesn’t just love his woman — he claims her. A man who isn’t afraid to be in charge, who demands respect, and who holds his bride accountable not because he’s cruel… but because he’s completely, hopelessly obsessed with protecting her.
Discipline...
Wedding Night | Timber Creek
The rain tapped a soft, syncopated rhythm on the cabin roof, a sultry prelude to what was unfolding inside. Rosie stood at the foot of the bed in a white silk slip so thin it clung to her curves like a second skin, the hem teasing the tops of her thighs. Her nipples, hard and desperate for attention, pressed against the fabric, betraying the arousal simmering beneath her calm exterior. Her bare feet sank into the plush rug, but the real heat was how Harry Cole’s...