SURPRISE!!!! A NEW SERIES TAKES FLIGHT

Miles is headed to Paris, and he’s not coming back the same.

If you met Miles in The Flirt Alert, you already know he’s Shay’s brilliant, broody twin who built a billion-dollar gaming empire then walked away from it without a plan.

In Boarding Pass, Miles finally books a one-way ticket to freedom. Paris is supposed to be his reset button. No pressure. No expectations. Just cobblestone streets, strong coffee, and the illusion of peace.

Then he meets Sophie, a captivating, complicated photographer nursing her own heartbreak—and everything changes.

This story is tender, sexy, and full of unexpected detours. Their chemistry is off the charts, but it’s the emotional pull that caught me by surprise as I was writing it.

Boarding Pass kicks off my brand-new Hearts Without Borders series, a collection of steamy, heart-squeezing romance novellas set in dream destinations around the world and featuring characters you’ve seen in one or more of my full-length novels.

The series is all about leaving your baggage behind only to realize the love you never saw coming might be the one thing worth keeping. Steamy. Passionate. Forever Love!

Come fall in love in Paris. Miles and Sophie are waiting.

COVER REVEAL HITS AUGUST 4
BOARDING PASS LANDS IN KINDLE UNLIMITED ON SEPTEMBER 5

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To celebrate, I’m sharing a special peek…. just for my list:

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT:

Jet lag is no joke.

It’s day two—well, night two. My body’s screaming for sleep, but my brain won’t stop buzzing.

After I checked in, I dined alone at a little bistro where I enjoyed a stellar meal of steak frites. I even drank an entire bottle of wine, figuring it would help me sleep. But, no. I lay awake all fucking night long staring at the ceiling, finally passing out around breakfast time after I rubbed one out.

When I woke up it was midafternoon. Now I’m in the twilight zone of being exhausted but also wired. For the past several hours, I’ve walked half the Marais trying to shake off this annoying restless energy.

It’s not working.

God, I’m finding it impossible to relax. It feels like I’m forgetting to do something. Years of deadlines, product launches, and running a business has messed me up. I have no idea how to chill anymore.

Which fucking sucks.

Plus, I’ve come to the realization my spur-of-the-moment decision to hop on a plane might not have been the most-well-thought-out plan. I don’t speak French. I know exactly zero people here. I’m too old for nightclubs, too restless to sit alone in a café, and bars aren’t my thing.

I’m standing there, debating whether to wander aimlessly or admit defeat and go back to the hotel when I spot it—a wine bar tucked into a quiet corner, glowing with warm, golden light.

Magnum. The name’s printed on the awning in clean, sharp lettering. Tables spill out onto the street, lively but not chaotic. Inside, it looks…perfect. Busy, but not overly crowded. Doesn’t seem pretentious.

Stepping inside, I immediately love the vibe—the perfect mix of cozy and cool. Soft chatter hums under the faint clink of glasses. The décor is quirky and eclectic—photos of Tom Selleck in full Magnum PI glory line the walls, for God’s sake. How could you go wrong?

This’ll work. At least for tonight.

I scan the room and see her.

The woman seems to be alone, elbow resting on the bar as she swirls the final bit of red wine in her glass. She’s stunning in a undeniably effortless way. Dark, chestnut hair is swept back in a large clip. Loose strands brush her cheekbones. Her skin glows under the warm light, and her eyes—green, intense—flick around the room like she’s studying it. She wears a simple black dress with a colorful scarf draped around her shoulders.

I don’t know what it is about her. It takes every ounce of self-control not to stare.

Crossing the room toward the bar, I order a glass of red wine, leaving it up to the bartender to choose for me. I lean against the counter as I wait. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her dig for something in a bag slung across the back of her stool. She fumbles slightly, her hand brushing the stem—and suddenly, the wine tips.

It’s like slow motion. The red liquid spills across the table, dripping over the edge and pooling on the floor. She mutters something under her breath and grabs one of those tiny bar napkins, blotting furiously at the mess.

Before I can stop myself, I grab a fistful of bar napkins and step forward. “Need a hand?”

She stops for a second, like I’ve startled her. When she looks up, I notice two things: her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are sharp, sizing me up like she’s not convinced I’m actually here to help.

“No, it’s fine.” Her voice is tight but controlled. “Really, it’s nothing.”

“Oh, it’s something,” I smile as I crouch to wipe up the floor. “But hey, I shouldn’t judge. Last week, I dropped an entire iced coffee in the middle of Starbucks.”

To my surprise, she laughs softly and she seems to relax a bit. “Thanks.” She finally looks me in the eye, and holy hell. I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman in my life.

“You’re welcome.” I toss the wet napkins in the trash and take the seat next to her. “Do you spill drinks often or am I just the lucky guy who gets to use it as an excuse to meet you?”

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