From best-selling author, Kristy Marie, comes Rebellious, the highly anticipated love story of star-crossed lovers, Aspen and Bennettโcharacters from the international best-selling novel, IOU.ย
I realize the wig and makeup donโt help my case, but thatโs not the point.
The point is, Sebastian came at me first.
Heโs the one who started this war, but Iโm the one who finished it.
Iโm not even sorry about it.
Fine. Maybe I am. A little.
Thatโs the only explanation as to why I just agreed to play his fake girlfriend so heโweโcan win a million dollars in the hottest reality show contest ever filmed on campus.
Donโt get it wrong though, Sebastian and I may look like we love each other, but everyone knows reality TV is nothing but scripted lies and staged kisses.
A self-proclaimed reader enthusiast, Kristy started her writing journey back in 2009, reading and writing when her daughter was napping. Establishing her place in Corporate America (because something had to pay the bills), writing became her dirty, late-night secret.
After eight long years, she released her debut novel, Commander. It was a long road, but she can honestly say, the road less traveled had the most beautiful sights.
The only thing Kristy Marie loves as much as reading and writing is sports! Especially those that require muscles and a nice ass. Her favorite is, and always will be, baseball. She’s such a fan, that she even married her small town’s high school’s centerfielder where they still live with their three badass kids. Website Facebook Author Page Twitter Instagram
โTsk. Tsk. Those rippled hills of ab muscles wonโt save you, my little friend.โ
I watch as the drop of water trails the length of Sebastianโs chest, dripping down his belly button. โAh shit, wrong turn. Now, youโll die a slow death in those stupid yellow shorts of his.โ
The drop of water absorbs into the fabric of his waistband and disappears from sight. โFarewell, my friend. Hell might be hard, tanned and smell like sunscreen and moonshine, but the ruler is quite the dickhead.โ
Iโm over caffeinated and hangry as I watch as the chair thief behind the window slips a t-shirt over his head and fills a glass of water straight from the tap, pausing long enough to pop what looks to be a painkiller. It appears our neighborhood hoebag had a rough night and an even rougher morning, considering he pretty much crawled to the kitchen.
A pot of coffee brews while he leans both hips against the counter, waiting while he smashed his temples between his palms. Poor baby. Itโs hard staying pretty when youโre trashed and sleep deprived, but somehow he manages, which is really a shame.
The last time I was hungover I looked like a literal troll, hissing at Aspen when she offered to wash the dirt and leaves out of my hair before I crawled into bed.
I frown at the window at his perfectly coifed hair and celebrity housewife complexion. He might look like heโs put together on the outside but underneath those ugly shorts is a mess of a man with the personality of a house cat.
Sebastianโs hand drops slowly from his temple and hovers in the air. Heโs staring directly at me when he lowers all his fingers but the middle one.
Good morning to you too, jerk.
Blurb:
I can explain.
Kind of.
I realize the wig and makeup donโt help my case, but thatโs not the point.
The point is, Sebastian came at me first.
Heโs the one who started this war, but Iโm the one who finished it.
Iโm not even sorry about it.
Fine. Maybe I am. A little.
Thatโs the only explanation as to why I just agreed to play his fake girlfriend so heโweโcan win a million dollars in the hottest reality show contest ever filmed on campus.
Donโt get it wrong though, Sebastian and I may look like we love each other, but everyone knows reality TV is nothing but scripted lies and staged kisses.
A self-proclaimed reader enthusiast, Kristy started her writing journey back in 2009, reading and writing when her daughter was napping. Establishing her place in Corporate America (because something had to pay the bills), writing became her dirty, late-night secret.
After eight long years, she released her debut novel, Commander. It was a long road, but she can honestly say, the road less traveled had the most beautiful sights.
The only thing Kristy Marie loves as much as reading and writing is sports! Especially those that require muscles and a nice ass. Her favorite is, and always will be, baseball. She’s such a fan, that she even married her small town’s high school’s centerfielder where they still live with their three badass kids.
I can explain.
Kind of.
I realize the wig and makeup donโt help my case, but thatโs not the point.
The point is, Sebastian came at me first.
Heโs the one who started this war, but Iโm the one who finished it.
Iโm not even sorry about it.
Fine. Maybe I am. A little.
Thatโs the only explanation as to why I just agreed to play his fake girlfriend so heโweโcan win a million dollars in the hottest reality show contest ever filmed on campus.
Donโt get it wrong though, Sebastian and I may look like we love each other, but everyone knows reality TV is nothing but scripted lies and staged kisses.
A self-proclaimed reader enthusiast, Kristy started her writing journey back in 2009, reading and writing when her daughter was napping. Establishing her place in Corporate America (because something had to pay the bills), writing became her dirty, late-night secret.
After eight long years, she released her debut novel, Commander. It was a long road, but she can honestly say, the road less traveled had the most beautiful sights.
The only thing Kristy Marie loves as much as reading and writing is sports! Especially those that require muscles and a nice ass. Her favorite is, and always will be, baseball. She’s such a fan, that she even married her small town’s high school’s centerfielder where they still live with their three badass kids.
I can explain.
Kind of.
I realize the wig and makeup donโt help my case, but thatโs not the point.
The point is, Sebastian came at me first.
Heโs the one who started this war, but Iโm the one who finished it.
Iโm not even sorry about it.
Fine, maybe I am little.
Thatโs the only explanation as to why I just agreed to play his fake girlfriend so heโweโcan win a million dollars in the hottest reality show contest ever filmed on campus.
Donโt get it wrong though, Sebastian and I may look like we love each other, but everyone knows reality TV is nothing but scripted lies and staged kisses.
A self-proclaimed reader enthusiast, Kristy started her writing journey back in 2009, reading and writing when her daughter was napping. Establishing her place in Corporate America (because something had to pay the bills), writing became her dirty, late-night secret.
After eight long years, she released her debut novel, Commander. It was a long road, but she can honestly say, the road less traveled had the most beautiful sights.
The only thing Kristy Marie loves as much as reading and writing is sports! Especially those that require muscles and a nice ass. Her favorite is, and always will be, baseball. She’s such a fan, that she even married her small town’s high school’s centerfielder where they still live with their three badass kids.
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Contemporary Romance
Stand Alones
Designed byย Letitia Hasser of RBA Designs
Blurb:
Welcome to the McCallister Jameson Foundation, the home to the hottest men with the surliest attitudes. Sure, theyโre broody, stubborn, and stupid hot, but deep down, all they need is a little patience and a sassy woman to change their ways.
All books are standalones with crossover characters.
Set Includes:
Pitcher– A friends to lovers prequel novella
I loved him, okay? I know I said we were just friends, but relationships change. So I asked him for a favor. It wasnโt a big dealโfamous last words.
Commander– A friends to lovers romance
Turns out, asking your friend to take your V-card is a huge dealโso is taking in six Marines. But mine and Theoโs relationship has seen worse. Weโll make it through this together. Hopefully. Maybe. Fingers crossed.
Gorgeous– An enemies to lovers romance
I made a rash decision, but I promised my brother I would always look out for his mentorโeven after his death. Itโs justโฆ his mentor isnโt very receptive to my arrival. And, if he asks me one more time if he can offer me a ride home, I might bury his keys right along with his awful attitude.
Drifter– An enemies to lovers romance
I stole his bike. I had to. I needed it more than he did at the moment. But Connor Hayes doesnโt agree. Now Iโm stuck paying back a debt to a man whose body belongs on a cover of a magazine and a smile that decimates my will power.
Interpreter– A teacher-teacher romance
I have my own problems like finding another job before my work visa expires. I donโt need another role in interpreting for my new co-teacher. His constant frown and lousy attitude are sure to make my last remaining months in the United States a horrible one. However, he does make one pretty paperweight.
A self-proclaimed reader enthusiast, Kristy started her writing journey back in 2009, reading and writing when her daughter was napping. Establishing her place in Corporate America (because something had to pay the bills), writing became her dirty, late-night secret.
After eight long years, she released her debut novel,ย Commander in Briefs. It was a long road, but she can honestly say, the road less traveled had the most beautiful sights.
The only thing Kristy Marie loves as much as reading and writing is sports! Especially those that require muscles and a nice ass. Her favorite is, and always will be, baseball. She’s such a fan, that she even married her small town’s high school’s centerfielder where they still live with their three badass kids.
Go back to the beginning, and prepare yourself for the next generation with the Commander in Briefs Box Set from best-selling author, Kristy Marie, coming July 31st! All five books for less than the cost of two!
A self-proclaimed reader enthusiast, Kristy started her writing journey back in 2009, reading and writing when her daughter was napping. Establishing her place in Corporate America (because something had to pay the bills), writing became her dirty, late-night secret.
After eight long years, she released her debut novel,ย Commander in Briefs. It was a long road, but she can honestly say, the road less traveled had the most beautiful sights.
The only thing Kristy Marie loves as much as reading and writing is sports! Especially those that require muscles and a nice ass. Her favorite is, and always will be, baseball. She’s such a fan, that she even married her small town’s high school’s centerfielder where they still live with their three badass kids.
Itโs the only explanation as to why Iโm nauseous, standing outside Maverick Lexingtonโs door.
I mean, itโs possible the stories about his deck of playing cardsโwith the words IOU scrawled across the backโare just rumors of the ruthless quid pro quo deals he barters.
But the flutters in my stomach know better.
Maverick is as cold as they come.
But, I need one of those cards.
I NEED to owe Maverick Lexington a favorโฆ
Whatever the terms, Iโm willing to pay.
Because, at this point, I have nothing left to lose.
I step back just as the door swings open with force, and a rock hard body fills up the empty space. My gaze starts at the top, noting the firm grip he has on the molding. The muscles strain against his taut skin, flexing as he leans forward, cocking his head to the side. His faceโ
Oh shit.
This is badโreally, really bad.
โOh no.โ
His scowl curves up into a lazy grin.
โWaitress,โ he purrs. His voice has this melody of a luring songโ one meant to pull you in and destroy your heart in a matter of seconds.
It doesnโt affect me, though.
โDick at table forty-three, the princess who needed his steak warmed.โ
Slap me with a stupid sticker because I have lost my damn mind. Why in the hell did I just say that? Yes, he was the rude-ass who insisted I warm up his food, and yes, heโs the one I dumped said food on, but that was yesterday, and I have moved on. Hopefully, so has he.
โDick, huh?โ He drops one of his massive arms and rubs a spot just aboveโah damn, his nipple is pierced. Not to mention the whole right side of his ribs are covered in a massive tribal tattoo. Even on his left, a smaller tattoo wraps from his back and ends on his stomach, teasing me to gaze longingly at the ridiculous set of six-pack abs between them.
Why is life not fair?
I drag in a deep breath and try to let any animosity of yesterday go. โCan we start over?โ
That lazy grin of his falls in an instant. โNo.โ
No. Okay. Well, thatโs not good.
Sighing, I watch as his body goes rigid, and his arm goes back to the top of the door frame, blocking any view behind him. His icy blue eyes stare back at me unyielding and hard, not the same guy that grinned when he first saw me. โIโm sorry about last night.โ Hopefully, my sincerity will soften him.
โWhat can I do for you?โ
Okay, so weโre going with a hard no on being softened.
With no hint of emotion, other than the apparent tone of boredom, one can surmise that Maverick will not be bought with sweetness and apologies. Iโm going with plan B, which Iโm making up as I go.
โAre you Maverick?โ I could have said that a little stronger and without the slight tremor.
He drops his hands and reaches into his back pocket, producing a handful of playing cards. Oh no. Iโm not prepared for it to get real this fast. What if those two idiots in class were right? What if Iโm never the same after this?
โHow much is it worth to you?โ He drawls, producing a marker.
A self-proclaimed reader enthusiast, Kristy started her writing journey back in 2009, reading and writing when her daughter was napping. Establishing her place in Corporate America (because something had to pay the bills), writing became her dirty, late-night secret.
After eight long years, she released her debut novel,ย Commander in Briefs. It was a long road, but she can honestly say, the road less traveled had the most beautiful sights.
The only thing Kristy Marie loves as much as reading and writing is sports! Especially those that require muscles and a nice ass. Her favorite is, and always will be, baseball. She’s such a fan, that she even married her small town’s high school’s centerfielder where they still live with their three badass kids.
Itโs the only explanation as to why Iโm nauseous, standing outside Maverick Lexingtonโs door.
I mean, itโs possible the stories about his deck of playing cardsโwith the words IOU scrawled across the backโare just rumors of the ruthless quid pro quo deals he barters.
But the flutters in my stomach know better.
Maverick is as cold as they come.
But, I need one of those cards.
I NEED to owe Maverick Lexington a favorโฆ
Whatever the terms, Iโm willing to pay.
Because, at this point, I have nothing left to lose.
EXCERPT:
I step back just as the door swings open with force, and a rock hard body fills up the empty space. My gaze starts at the top, noting the firm grip he has on the molding. The muscles strain against his taut skin, flexing as he leans forward, cocking his head to the side. His faceโ
Oh shit.
This is badโreally, really bad.
โOh no.โ
His scowl curves up into a lazy grin.
โWaitress,โ he purrs. His voice has this melody of a luring songโ one meant to pull you in and destroy your heart in a matter of seconds.
It doesnโt affect me, though.
โDick at table forty-three, the princess who needed his steak warmed.โ
Slap me with a stupid sticker because I have lost my damn mind. Why in the hell did I just say that? Yes, he was the rude-ass who insisted I warm up his food, and yes, heโs the one I dumped said food on, but that was yesterday, and I have moved on. Hopefully, so has he.
โDick, huh?โ He drops one of his massive arms and rubs a spot just aboveโah damn, his nipple is pierced. Not to mention the whole right side of his ribs are covered in a massive tribal tattoo. Even on his left, a smaller tattoo wraps from his back and ends on his stomach, teasing me to gaze longingly at the ridiculous set of six-pack abs between them.
Why is life not fair?
I drag in a deep breath and try to let any animosity of yesterday go. โCan we start over?โ
That lazy grin of his falls in an instant. โNo.โ
No. Okay. Well, thatโs not good.
Sighing, I watch as his body goes rigid, and his arm goes back to the top of the door frame, blocking any view behind him. His icy blue eyes stare back at me unyielding and hard, not the same guy that grinned when he first saw me. โIโm sorry about last night.โ Hopefully, my sincerity will soften him.
โWhat can I do for you?โ
Okay, so weโre going with a hard no on being softened.
With no hint of emotion, other than the apparent tone of boredom, one can surmise that Maverick will not be bought with sweetness and apologies. Iโm going with plan B, which Iโm making up as I go.
โAre you Maverick?โ I could have said that a little stronger and without the slight tremor.
He drops his hands and reaches into his back pocket, producing a handful of playing cards. Oh no. Iโm not prepared for it to get real this fast. What if those two idiots in class were right? What if Iโm never the same after this?
โHow much is it worth to you?โ He drawls, producing a marker.
A self-proclaimed reader enthusiast, Kristy started her writing journey back in 2009, reading and writing when her daughter was napping. Establishing her place in Corporate America (because something had to pay the bills), writing became her dirty, late-night secret.
After eight long years, she released her debut novel,ย Commander in Briefs. It was a long road, but she can honestly say, the road less traveled had the most beautiful sights.
The only thing Kristy Marie loves as much as reading and writing is sports! Especially those that require muscles and a nice ass. Her favorite is, and always will be, baseball. She’s such a fan, that she even married her small town’s high school’s centerfielder where they still live with their three badass kids.
