Did you miss me?  Well, I miss you all.

The past nine months have been hard.

Well, hard is a big understatement, but it’s the best I have honestly.

 

I should start this by thanking my amazing family of readers, my tribe of epic humans I’m blessed to have in my life that make up my reader group on Facebook and my best friend, Felicia Lynn.  Because of the nature of what I’m sharing with you all publicly today, I have kept 90% of this locked very tight with them.  My children follow my social media, for one, but also the ‘big picture’ of my ‘ugly’ is a very hard pill to swallow, let alone share.  There are many details that I will never share, but I truly believe that my story, the nightmare I was living, can be someone else’s salvation.

My tribe, that phenomenally magical group of angels, gave me my safe space. They saw my raw. They saw my pain. They saw my real. But what they gave me in return was and is priceless. The strength to believe I could withstand. The power to be calm and gracious, when I felt neither. Their support from so many different directions, I felt their touch as if it had been physical. They made me be able to come to where I am, by standing at my side, at my back, and filling in the holes that had been left inside my soul.

 

It’s hard for me to excuse such a long break from publishing without being as honest as I can. It’s also hard for me to sit on something so raw and personal, knowing that my journey could very well be what someone needs to read.

So, just like with Perfectly Imperfect, I’ll be breaking a piece of my soul off and bleeding it onto the pages. In addition to the promised (and late) releases for 2019 – this year, I’ll be writing MY story. Sure, there will be parts that are fluffed up in order for me to get my fictional happiness, but there won’t be any holding back on my ‘ugly’ in those pages. Don’t worry, Hope Town 5 and Heart of Vegas 2 (Blind Hearts) is still on the as soon as possible train, but my heart needs this other story — mine, to be shared. It won’t be everyone’s need, I’m sure, just like Perfectly Imperfect wasn’t. It will still be 100% a Harper Sloan book, but for the first time in my career, I’ll be adding ‘based on’ to the cover.

 

Half of 2018 was my nightmare. The first part of 2019 was my nightmare. But we all wake up sometime, right?

Well, I’m awake now … so let me share ‘my’ story with you … a prequel of sorts of the book to come.

 

I never, not in a million years, did I think I would be one of ‘those women’.

You know them and if you say you don’t, you’re either lying or that ‘woman’ didn’t feel safe enough to share her ‘ugly’.  You should know them even without them sharing though. They’re the women who smile, but it always wobbles slightly and their eyes no longer crinkle with the gold star laugh lines they earned, but haven’t seen in a while.

 

I never thought I would be the blind one either.  Though now I know I wasn’t really blind, I was just too busy being too busy.

Too busy with kids schedules.

Too busy with work deadlines and responsibilities.

Too busy with house work, dinner, laundry, cleaning, etc.

Too busy ensuring her family never struggles again — that they’re never in the spot they were six years ago when they had pennies.

Too busy living the life I assumed we were crafting together.

Though now I know I wasn’t ‘too busy’, I was leading by example, showing my daughters what hard work and sometimes frazzled nerves can achieve.

 

I never thought I would be one of the women the neighbors laugh at.

The one who they trash at their late night drinking get togethers—unknowingly attended by the man I trusted — who snuck out like a teenager to attend while his family slept.

The woman they drug through the nasty thickened mud, created by the filthy lies the man she trusted darkened the waters with.

The one they smiled at to her face, but sharpened their blades behind her back.

The one they have no idea they’ve been fed a sack of manure instead of the truth.

Though, I know now that anyone that could so easily kick a woman to bring her down, then to keep her down, don’t really need to be a concern of mine.

 

I never thought I would look at the man I vowed to love for the rest of my life and not recognize the person that had shared my side for seventeen years.

 

I never thought I would look at my reflection in my daughters’ eyes and wonder if they see strength or weakness for trying to work through so much deceit, lies and betrayal.

Wonder if they’re proud or shamed that their mother put her foot down and demanded to be enough when it became clear she was fighting for someone not willing to fight for them.

If they’ll believe in love, their own worth, their power to survive and fight for what’s right or those too innocent to fight for themselves.

I never thought, but there will never be a day I don’t make sure they are able to trust and believe in pure happiness when it enters their lives.

 

But even with all those mountains standing in the way, it’s okay.  While I never thought I would be ‘that woman’, I also never thought there was a warrior hiding inside me. Ready and waiting. Preparing to always stand tall, share the wisdom of years past, and giving ‘that woman’ enough fight to stand — always.

I had no clue ‘that man’ had been oppressing ‘that woman’s’ ability to soar. My wings were clipped over a decade plus of verbal whips cast to leave the thickest invisible scars deep in a soul, the confidence ‘that woman’ once had, hiding behind the horrendous words two deceitful people shared while they snuck around living a secret life from their own spouses.

Those words gave me power though. Power to feed that warrior. Power to claw and fight and push my way toward a better life.

 

‘That man’ may have whispered his lies to his ‘other woman’, but ‘THIS woman’ knows the truth.

 

I am not UGLY.

I am not an IT.

I am not REPULSIVE.

I am not LAZY.

I am not a BAD MOTHER.

I am not a FAT CUNT.

I am not the CHEATER.

I am not UNLOVING.

I am not UNLOVABLE.

I am not DECEITFUL.

I am not WHAT YOU CLAIMED I WAS WITH YOUR LIES.

 

I am WORTHY.

I am STRONG.

I am BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED.

I am SUCCESSFUL.

I am DRIVEN.

I am EMPOWERED.

I am a PHENOMENAL MOTHER.

I am FULL OF LOVE TO GIVE.

I am ENOUGH.

I am WHAT I PROVE WITH TRUE, FACTS, and INTEGRITY.

 

I will never be anyone’s ‘other’ woman.

I will never stop putting my daughters first.

I will always fight for the people who hold my heart, until they no longer deserves it because they stopped fighting for me.

I will continue to stand, even with one broken and battered knee, while you mock my health, while you laugh when I’m walking around saying I must be ‘miraculously’ healed … no, I’m not healed — I’m just THAT STRONG that nothing can knock me on my ass.

I will rise above.

Him, her and them.

 

I never thought I would be ‘that woman’.

The woman who never saw, for almost two years, her soon to be ex-husband sneaking out of the home.

The woman who never saw the signs her soon to be ex-husband had seeked, found, and kept a married girlfriend for eight months.

The woman who stood strong, protected her children, said goodbye to the woman she was … and became ‘that woman’.

 

But I never knew that ‘that woman’ was an incredible one … not a broken one.

 

I wasn’t cheated on — because to say I was CHEATED would mean I didn’t win and at the end of the day, I have gained my wings—so their actions were undoubtably cheating, but I GAINED and didn’t LOSE … therefore, I won.

I’ve gained the power to reclaim the knowledge that I won’t only survive, I’ll thrive.

I will learn from the faults ‘that man’ had, the ones he twisted to sound like mine, and grow into someone even more confident in her power.

I don’t hurt, not from him.

I don’t miss him.

I don’t miss his yelling.

I don’t miss his anger.

I don’t mourn my marriage.

No, I hurt for my children, but I made new vows to them.

Vows to empower my daughters.

Impress upon them their worth.

Prove to them they’re always worthy and damn sure always enough.

I will live my beautiful, free life, and continue to show my girls there is nothing wrong with working hard to achieve your dreams.

 

It took me eight months to catch him in his affair.

It took me a week to realize he wouldn’t fight for me or his family.

It took me a month to realize I didn’t lose, him and his married girlfriend did.

The winners will be me and hopefully the ‘other woman’s’ spouse. I don’t know her husband, but if he’s free too, I can only imagine he won his wings to freedom and a beautiful life, too.

It took me six weeks to realize I was giving the ‘other woman’ and ‘that man’ a gift straight from the recycling bin.  It’s okay, they’ll figure out the meaning behind it the day two cheaters find out the fake life they had crafted to excuse their actions can’t build real and lasting. That two adulterers have a foundation of lies, imagination, and filth.

It took me two months to find my voice.

And I won’t be silenced.

 

I’m not ‘that woman’ anymore.

I am THE WOMAN. 

And I’ll make sure my windows stay clean so when ‘they’ peek inside, all the see is pure love, bright happiness, and a beautiful life with the strongest of foundations.

 

I win, because HE didn’t break me.

I win, because I stand tall with my integrity.

I win, because I can look in my daughters eyes and know we’re worthy, enough, and one day we will be loved so much by a damn good man, and these walls will never be holding the memories of yelling, screaming, and emotional manipulation again.

I win, because THEY didn’t take my life with their secret life : they gave it back.

 

My name is Harper and I thank HIM for giving me the keys to start driving my girls and me into the sunset, toward the beautiful as hell life we’re going to find.

 

Her name was Tiffany and I passed her a mile back in her mud stained broken down USED car.

 

He was mine, but now he’s the stranger I don’t recognize hitchhiking on the side of the road … but the beauty in that is, I also no longer miss the him I knew and my diamond heart withheld and is shining bright as I drive right by.

 

And to those women out there that never thought they would be THAT woman either: don’t you ever forget how damn worthy you are of the world.

 

This isn’t my end for me now that I’ve become ‘that woman’.

This is my beginning because I wasn’t the ‘other woman’, I was the one that can stand tall and find her everything.

Put on your sunglasses because it’s going to be so amazing, you’ll be blinded.  My rainbows will shine, my grass will be green, and my girls and I will thrive under all this light.

 

I’M the writer of the new story of my life and THEY are not the editors.

 

I never thought I would be grateful to be ‘that woman’.

For those that don’t follow me on my social media accounts, you might have missed this announcement and trust me, this isn’t a book you’re going to want to miss!  Thorn Evans and Ari Daniels – they are EVERYTHING.

It’s hard to believe that, for the past three years, I’ve had this story beating away inside my head. For every one of those days, I’ve told these characters to just wait. Be patient. Your time is coming. I had other projects that had to be finished before I could get to this world, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to silence them for long.

Then I found THE IMAGE. The one that I knew, in my bones, was everything I imagined Thorn Evans would be. That was two years ago and about the same time my patience became a VERY short fuse.  At that moment, the characters got louder and oh so hard to ignore.

I couldn’t get to Thorn and Ari sooner and gahhhh, that sucked. I had books that I actually had to write, due to deadlines and contractual obligations, but I knew if I just waited Thorn and Ari wouldn’t let me down.  It’s been hard, wanting to bring these characters to life, and having to wait, but I wasn’t wrong; they really made it worth the wait.

Thorn and his best friend, Wilder (the next book in this series) are everything I imagined and so much more. Never have I had characters like them. Never have I had a book come together like this one. I went back to my roots. Some amazing suspense that even kept me guessing page after page—but above all, an epic love story that, dare I say, is so much more than any of my past suspense driven subplots. So much more.

“Unconscious Hearts is one of the best books I’ve read this year! Harper Sloan is a master at crafting pure, alpha-male perfection and Thorn Evans will steal your heart. This beautiful story will grip you with the first line and hold you tight until the last.” – Devney Perry, USA Today Bestselling Author

‘I’m sitting here trying to wrap my head around what I’ve just experienced, because boy, this epic book was an experience and a half! Every single page had evidence of Harper Sloan blood, sweat and tears. If you thought the Corps men were delicious and the heat factor insane, just you wait! You’ve got no idea what is waiting for you.

I know some people are hesitant to start a new series, but I promise it’s so worth it. The journey of Ari and Thorn is everything I could have dreamt of and MORE. I literally get goosebumps thinking about it. I loved those two characters SO much, there’s a bonus 9K worth of steamy perfection after the end. What can I say? Even with their beautiful ending, I needed more from Thorn because *fans self* he’s THAT good. I could keep going, lord could I, but I all I can really say is please take a chance on this man, his amazing heroine, and the world of the Hearts of Vegas series opener.

Cover Designer: Sommer Stein of Perfect Pear Creative Covers
Cover Image Photographer: Reggie Deanching with RplusMphoto
Cover Model: Michael Joseph

PREORDER LINKS:

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Preorder now before the price goes up to regular pricing (4.99) after release!

Release date: June 12

Blurb:
Ari Daniels didn’t count on her whole world tumbling down around her in a mess of shredded promises, broken love, and unbelievable heartbreak. Alone and stricken with grief, she shouldered the blame and eventually closed her heart off, refusing to open it for another. After all, anytime she tried, guilt and regret were waiting in the wings to remind her how painful it was.

A bet and one steamy night with a stranger force Ari to confront all she’s been hiding behind. She tries to move on, but he refuses to stand down, wanting what she is terrified to give—herself. This man may very well destroy her in the end, especially when it’s clear he has his own demons.

What happens when two broken souls come together, finally allowing themselves to believe in the beauty of love … only to have to fight harder than ever to keep it.

 

With the last installment of the Coming Home series just months away, it’s time to give you all a taste of Clay and Caroline!  It’s bittersweet for me – I love this family so much and it’s been beyond thrilling to take this journey with them, but I’m saying goodbye with Cowboy Up!  It’s hard.  But, I have no doubts that Clay Davis will rock your world!

The blurb:

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Harper Sloan returns with a passionate and breathless romance about the sparks that ignite when a cautious cowboy and a once-scorned woman open up to each other in the third installment of the Coming Home series.

As the eldest Davis, Clayton has always tried to lead by example. He takes his job as head of the family businesses seriously, making sure the farm and auto shop are running smoothly—along with keeping an eye on his brother and sister. For him, there’s a time and place to let go of the control he holds with an iron grip. And with the way he grew up, coupled with a disastrous end to his last relationship, he’s just fine with his quiet, solitary life.

Most of the time.

What he hadn’t counted on was the cute, quirky, shy bookstore owner, Caroline Michaels. She’s the proverbial woman next door—well, the next town over, that is. Caroline hasn’t lived an easy life, but after escaping a verbally abusive ex, she’s finally living it for herself. The last thing she ever expected was a one-night stand with Clay Davis she can’t stop thinking about.

So when she falls on hard times and Clay comes out of nowhere to her rescue, she realizes just how impossible it’ll be to stay away from him. Now all she has to do is convince him to live a little…. Will Clay be able to give up the reins and finally settle down? And, more importantly, will Caroline muster enough courage to lasso him up?

 

But first … the links 🙂 If you haven’t preordered yet, you can on all platforms so that Clay and Caroline are waiting for you on December 19th!!

Amazon US

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Google Play

And now … a little dose of Clay and Caroline!  I hope that you fall in love with them just as much as I have!  The Davis family is back and ready to make you fall in love all over again!

AN EXCERPT FROM COWBOY UP

 

I push my hands from his shoulders and palm his jaw as his stubble prickles against my fingers while my hands wander up to his hair. His hat falls to the ground with a thud and I know he’s just as lost in me as I am in him, because he doesn’t even make a move to pick it up. He lets out a deep grunt when I mold myself against his body, seeking some sort of friction. The next thing I know, my back is against the door and he’s gripping my bottom. His mouth hits my jaw with a bite of his teeth, making a squeak of pleasure shoot up my throat, and his deep rumble of laughter reaches my ears as he presses me harder into the door with his hips. The heavy bulge of his erection against that spot makes me so desperate for him that I whimper in relief when his mouth finally closes over mine in a wet tangle of tongues.

I’ve never been kissed so thoroughly.

This is the kind of kiss that sets the bar for any that might follow.

The kind that shows you everything you’ve been missing and everything you never knew you wanted. I’m going to be comparing every kiss I ever have to my dark cowboy’s, even though I know there’s a good chance no one will ever compare. The sounds coming from my mouth, the ones being swallowed by his, are nothing short of needy. My hips move in tandem with the thrusts of his, and even though we’re both fully clothed, I know it won’t take much more of this for me to go off like the town’s fireworks on the Fourth of July.

“Fuck, you taste just like apple pie,” he whispers against my lips, breaking away with a gasp.

“Huh?”

“Goddamn, I love apple pie,” he says before his mouth is back on mine, this time with a whole new kind of hunger deepening his kisses.

I’m held captive, enraptured. Then his hands move from my bottom to glide up my torso. He lifts his hard chest off mine and suddenly those delicious fingers are at my breasts. Even if I had big boobs his hands would dwarf them, I’m sure, but as it is he covers both with a firm grasp before adjusting his hold with a deft twist of the wrists. His mouth continues to feast on mine while his huge hands learn my body with slow movements. I tear my mouth from his with a breathy moan when he pushes my shirt up and slips his fingers into the cups of my bra to tweak my nipples.

“Oh, God,” I moan when he does it again.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he rumbles.

“Please,” I beg, not with the slightest clue as to what I’m begging for.

His hips dig even harder into mine as he leans back, supporting me against the door with that connection alone as he pulls my shirt off. The darkness makes me feel more confident than I normally would be, almost half naked with a man—no, a stranger.

“Yours too,” I tell him as his fingers move to unclasp my bra. “I want to feel your skin on mine,” I breathe, taking over the task so he’ll hopefully give me what I want.

I fumble in my haste to feel more of this dangerous arousal he’s creating in my body, but the second my bra is free and dangling toward the floor, his naked chest collides against mine, pushing me into the door with a force that sends the air rushing out of my lungs.

His mouth hits my collarbone at the same time his hands grasp my bottom, sliding me up the door until I feel the wet heat of his breath against my breast.

Then he stops.

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JADED HEARTS IS LIVE!

Chance & Wrenlee are finally here, ready to tell their story, and rock your hearts out.

Blurb:

Signing with Brighthouse Records was supposed to be everything we ever wanted—our better life. Our chance at everything we never had but always wanted. All our dreams would finally come true and we were on top of the world.
It was our chance at the happiness we never had in life.
Our every desire was at our fingertips and the power of that feeling was all consuming. But then it took every dream we thought would come true and it slapped us in the face with the cold hard reality.
Dreams were just that…something that floated on the cusp of untouchable, taunting you with every graze of your fingertips before slipping even further away.
Happiness…that feeling is a joke.
In the end it became painfully obvious that each of us would always have each other, but we would forever be alone.

Jaded Hearts will kick off the Loaded Replay series, a rockstar romance series.  Each book can be read as a standalone – but the characters will be a part of each book.  These rockers are full of humor, heart and passion.

Don’t miss your chance to grab a seat and experience the world of Loaded Replay.  I promise, they’ll put on a show that you’ll never forget.

Excerpt:

Goddamn, that smile is dangerous.

Who am I kidding?  He is dangerous.

I do my best to ignore him, but it’s impossible.  The steady brush of his arm against where mine is resting on our shared armrest constantly reminds me how much my body wants his touch.  The scent of his delicious cologne hits my senses, making me want to climb in his lap and rub my face over his chest to get a potent lungful of it.

I can’t even remember the last time I was this horny, which is pathetically sad, since it was probably around the same time I actually got laid.  Years.  I think.  Close to three.  Maybe that’s why I’m a hot mess lately.   I turn my head to study the side of his face and wonder if I can use this situation to my advantage.  I mean, after all, we are in a ‘relationship’ now.

He turns and gives me a questioning arch of his dark brows, but I brush it off in favor of playing Disney Emoji Blitz on my phone.

By the time we had hit cruising altitude, I could hear the other men around me snoring away but not Chance.  He’s fiddling with his phone, completely ignorant of the fact I’m about to start humping his leg.

“Excuse me,” I breathily say, unbuckling my belt and standing to move around him.  I stand there, my head bent slightly because of the overhead, and wait.  He doesn’t move, though.  Instead, he drops his phone to his lap and gives me his complete attention; his eyes even dance a little like he’s finding this whole damn thing funny.  “Excuse me,” I repeat, no longer breathy, and seconds away from coming.

No, that’s a lie.  I’m still breathy and very much seconds away from soaking my panties even more than they already are.

His large hands grab my hips, and he guides me down on his lap with no resistance from my treacherous body.

“Not what I meant,” I say through clenched teeth, trying to sound harsh and offended, but I just sound dazed and turned on.  I wiggle in his hold, trying to get free, but he’s too strong for me.

He leans up in his seat, his chest hitting my back and buries his face in my neck.  I’m sure anyone who saw us would see a loving couple who just can’t keep their hands to themselves.  He’s playing a dangerous game, though, because the second the solid, hard length of him presses against my backside, I forget this is supposed to be a game and squirm a little more.  His teeth nip at my shoulder at the same time his groan hits my ears.

“Stop moving, Wren,” he demands, tightening his fingers on my hips.

“You’re the one who put me on your lap.”  I curl my fingers over the empty seat in front of me and squeeze my eyes shut when I feel him growing harder under me.

“Yeah, because the flight attendant who just walked by had her phone out and pointed right at us.  She’s doing a shit job of making it look like she’s doing something with her paperwork.”  His hand comes off my hip, and he cups my jaw, turning my head to the side just when I was about to look up at where I last saw the attendant, forcing me to shift until all it would take is me throwing one leg over his body to be face-to-face.  “Do not look at her,” he stresses; the sudden movement of twisting my body makes me bounce slightly in his lap, rubbing my legging-clad ass against his erection.  His eyes drop to my mouth where I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and groan.

“Give me a reason not to look,” I dare him.

“You don’t want to go down that road, Wren.  I’ll protect you from the world, but you need to protect yourself from me.”

“No one is asking you to.”

Not even knowing if we’re still being watched, I twist my torso the rest of the way, pulling my legs up until they’re bent at his stomach between us.  Now that I’m facing him completely, I bring my hands up to curl them both around his shoulders before dragging them up to wrap around the corded muscles at the sides of his neck.  His nostrils flare, but he doesn’t stop me.  I give him the chance, but it never comes.  Dropping my head, I press my lips to his.  I explore his lips with small pecks and little licks of my tongue, learning his mouth before pressing more firmly.  He sucks in a breath when I open my mouth and slowly drag the tip of my tongue over his bottom lip.

And then his control snaps.

His hands—still at my hips—lift me effortlessly until my legs are no longer folded between us, but now digging into the hard armrests with my knees pushing into his thighs, my back hitting the seat in front of me.  His mouth opens, and his tongue meets mine, no hesitation whatsoever, as he deepens the kiss.

Our breathing echoes around us, making it sound like everyone on this plane could hear us, but I know it’s just because our faces are so close.  I let out a moan, one that he swallows, that turns into a whine when he pulls back.

“That can’t happen again,” he softly scolds, just as breathless as I am.

What the hell?  I might not have been into this whole fake-boyfriend-slash-bodyguard thing before, but I’ll be damned if I’m not going to take advantage of the situation.  Especially now that I know how alive he makes me feel.  Three years since I had pleasure from anything other than my own hand, and if that kiss is anything to go by, what Chance could make me feel is ten times more powerful than anything I’ve ever felt in my whole life.

I’m not passing that up.

Nope.

No fucking way.

“We’ll see about that.”

Pick up Jaded Hearts now for the limited time release price of $2.99.  The price will go up to the regular list price of $3.99 after the release.

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I hope that you love Jaded Hearts.  It’s a book that I’ve had in the ‘coming soon’ pile for a while now and they finally made it clear that they were done waiting for the other voices to tell their story.  It was their time to rock the world.  While Chance is special in his own right, it’s Wrenlee that stole my heart.  She’s strong, fierce, take charge, and not afraid to go for what she wants in order to find her slice of happiness.

You might remember Chance (and the crew from Loaded Replay) from their appearances in Unexpected Fate.  Chance was Cohen’s roommate & we witnessed him lock eyes with Wrenlee in the middle of a Loaded Replay concert.  You do not have to read Unexpected Fate in order to read Jaded Hearts, but you can still pick up the Hope Town book 1-3 bundle for just $0.99 if you want to read it first or later. This is a limited time bundle that will be removed from eBook retailers at the end of December.

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That’s all for now!  I hope Jaded Hearts rocks your world!  <3

“Jaded Hearts is one enticing, edgy, emotionally-entwined tale of unexpected love. Oh did I LOVE EVERY MINUTE!” – Karen with Bookalicious Babes Blog

“Full of steam, suspense, passion, intensity, twists, turns… get ready for the book of your dreams and one hell of a journey.” – Brianna with Renee Entress’s Blog

“Harper has the ability to give us every single aspect that is expected in a book. Alpha men, strong females, hilarious banter between characters, off the charts smoking hot sex, and a little bit of mystery.” – Jen with KinkyGirlsBookObsessions

For those interested, you can pick up your very own Loaded Replay world tour concert tee here : World Tour Tee

So … I did this thing.

Earlier this year I signed a book deal, as many of you know, and the creation of that world has taken a lot of my focus. It’s been a blast to spend time with new characters, creating magic and a beautiful love, but at the same time – I miss my indie world.

I miss it a lot.

I’ve missed it so much that, when I went back to spend some more time in the Hope Town world to visit Chance before finishing Jaded Hearts, I couldn’t keep some old favorites quiet.

I’m getting a little ahead of myself.

Kinda.

You see, Jaded Hearts has been neglected a lot. It started when Liam was being demanding. Then when Willow needed to be heard. Then again when Nate was being, well … Nate. Jaded Hearts has put up with a lot. Wren and Chance, they’ve been patient, and I love them for that. But, more importantly, YOU all have been patient. So, while I promise that Jaded Hearts is coming VERY SOON, I wanted to do something special to say thank you for all that patience. Thank you to you all and thank you to the characters that I love immensely.

The best way that I know how to do that is to give in to their demanding voices and give them – and you – a little taste of … more.

So, in that mindset came this little surprise. The first three Hope Town books are bundled with almost 10K words of bonus material between the three. Also, the family tree to keep the group clear on which siblings and parents belong to each other has FINALLY be added. See, I listen!

Let me stress that this series is far from over. Every three books I will bundle them. This WILL be available in paperback (books 1-3 is 766 pages!!!) but the eBook format will only be limited time. That means, these bonus chapters will only be published on the bundle and only be available for six weeks.  The paperback will continue to be sold when the eBook is taken down.

This is also a great way for you to get reintroduced to Chance before he leaves the Hope Town family for our rockers!

I hope you enjoy the extra chapters. I hope that the Hope Town crew treats you well & I can’t wait for you to meet the new cast and crew of the Loaded Replay Series (Jaded Hearts, book 1) AND the Coming Home Series (Lost Rider, book 1 – you can preorder this on all retailers). As for the Hope Town Series…I promise you, this is far from over, but I have to finish a few other happy endings before I can get to Nikki – that’s right, Nik will be the heroine of the next Hope Town book. That’s all I’m saying for now.

Much love!

Cover image by B2 Photography

Graphic design by Perfect Pear Creative Covers

 

Hope Town Bundle Links:

Amazon US : http://amzn.to/2fkMI2a

Amazon UK : https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01M2BEBVP

Amazon AU : https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01M2BEBVP

Amazon CA : https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01M2BEBVP

iTunes : Coming soon

Kobo : http://tinyurl.com/hyghjba

BN : http://tinyurl.com/j4onzv4

Paperback : http://amzn.to/2eY0lTe