I try to support indie authors every chance I get, so I decided to put together a whole list of my faves!

Why do I love Indie Authors?

They are some of the hardest working people I’ve ever come across! Writing a novel is HARD, and the majority of them do it while also working full-time jobs, or raising kids, or taking care of family and pets, or all of the above! All for their love of words! They’re truly amazing people!

Also, indie authors are the BEST writers! I love indie books because an indie author doesn’t have a publishing company dictating what they can and can’t write. Indie authors get to write exactly what is in their heart. It makes for the most intense, most honest, most heartwarming – or heartbreaking –  stories!

Click on each author to see all of their amazing books!

HAPPY READING!!!

LJ EVANS

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SJ SYLVIS

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TAYLOR DANAE COLBERT

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JB HELLER

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LJ SHEN

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PENNY REID

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KRISTEN GRANATA

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LAUREN HELMS

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BRITTAINY C. CHERRY

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RACHEL HIGGINSON

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WILLOW ASTER

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FISHER AMELIE

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KIM HOLDEN

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KANDI STEINER

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EMMA SCOTT

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ALESSANDRA TORRE

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JENN STERLING

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RS GREY

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STACI HART

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💜We’re celebrating by reading my favorite forbidden love trope: TEACHER-STUDENT ROMANCES!

💜So, send all the teachers in your life a little thank you gift (they totally deserve it!), grab your coffee or tea, and curl up with one of these unforgettable books!

HAPPY READING!

Click on the covers to check them out on Amazon:)

We love all the beautiful words!

And the only thing better than beautiful words is setting them to music and evoking all those good feels.

I love books set around music and musicians. Singers, guitarists, drummers…I love them all. I guess that’s why I married a drummer:)

In celebration of all the amazing music in our lives, I’ve put together a list of my very favorite MUSICIAN ROMANCES. 

Get ready to fall in love!

Happy Reading!

Click on the covers to check them out on Amazon:)

Click on the covers to check them out on Amazon:)

HAPPY READING!!

Happy Reading!

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Please note: The following list contains both HEA’s and Non-HEA’s. I’m not telling you which ones are which (*wink*), but even the HEA’s are quite a rollercoaster ride, so hang on tight!

There just aren’t enough hours in a day to get through all the spectacular words these authors have shared with us!

But, boy, will we give it a solid effort, right?

Below are just 10 (it was soooo hard to pick only 10!!) of my favorites from this past year. I know you’ll fall in love with them too!! Enjoy!!

“One mistake doesn’t make you a failure.”

LONNIE
I came to Tennessee to help a friend.
And now, I’m stuck.
By the Southern charm,
By the sweet tea and 
By a tall, red-headed “Strawberry Shortcake”

And when my world crumbles apart,
Wynn is there to help me pick up the pieces.
To show me the way.

WYNN
My life was a huge disappointment.
My marriage,
My job,
Everything slipped away.

Coming home seemed like the final failure.
But then I meet him, 
Lonnie Brennan, the sexy bass player,
Who adds laughter to my life.

And now, I realize that I can
Change my tune, 
Sing a new song. 

Beau Fortier starred in most of my cringe-worthy teenage fantasies.

I met him when I was a junior in high school, a time that revolved exclusively around bad hair, failed forays into flirting, and scientific inquiries into which brand of toilet paper worked best for stuffing bras.

That is, until Beau moved into the small guest house just beyond my bedroom window. 

A 24-year-old law student at Tulane, Beau was as mysterious to me as second base (both in baseball and in the bedroom). He was older. Intimidating. Hot. Boys my age had chicken legs and chubby cheeks. Beau had calloused hands and a jaw cut from steel. Our interactions were scarce—mostly involving slight stalking on my end—and yet deep down, I desperately hoped he saw me as more of a potential lover than a lovesick loser.

Turns out, I was fooling myself. My fragile ego learned that lesson the hard way. 

Now, ten years later, we’re both back in New Orleans, and guess who suddenly can’t take his eyes off little ol’ me.

My old friend, Mr. Fortier.

But things have changed. I’m older now—poised and confident. My ego wears a bulletproof vest. The butterflies that once filled my stomach have all perished.

When I was a teenager, Beau warned me to guard my heart.
Let’s hope he knows how to guard his.

It was a big lie. The biggest lie she’d ever told. It reverberated through her head as she said it, ringing eerily, and the girl behind her eyes—the girl who knew the truth—screamed, and her scream echoed along with the lie. 
“Are you in love with Noah, Mercedes?” Cora asked. “I mean . . . I know you love him. You’ve been friends forever. We all have. But are you in love with him?” 
If it had been anyone else—anyone—Mercedes would have stuck out her chest, folded her skinny arms, and let her feelings be known. She would have claimed him. But it was Cora. Brave, beautiful, broken Cora, and Cora loved Noah too. 
So Mercedes lied. 
And with that lie, she lost him. With that lie, she sealed her fate.
She was the best friend, the bridesmaid, the godmother, the glue. She was there for the good times and the bad, the ups and the downs, the biggest moments and the smallest parts. And she was there when it all came crashing down.  
This is the tale of the girl who didn’t get the guy. 

On the northeast side of town, there is a house.

The house was once magical, filled with love and joy and plans for the future. 

Inside its walls are many things that belong to me — my books, the china from my mother on my wedding day, the beautiful cage once home to two birds, now empty, just like me.

And a man.

A man who also belongs to me.

A man I no longer wish to keep.

A man who, no doubt, has not slept, though the sun is rising. Because the house where he waits is where I laid my head to rest every night for eight years. Until last night.

No one who knows me would believe Charlie Pierce, the quiet, bookish girl who never made waves is pulling out of the driveway of a man who isn’t her husband.

But they don’t know me at all.

I don’t even know me.

Not anymore.

They say there are two sides to every story, and I suppose in most cases, that’s true. But the one I live inside of? It has three.

On the northeast side of town, there is a house.

But there is no longer a home.

When I first met Jasmine Greene, she came in as raindrops. 

I was the awkward musician, and she was the high school queen. 
The only things we had in common were our music and our loneliness. 

Something in her eyes told me her smile wasn’t always the truth.
Something in her voice gave me a hope I always wished to find. 
And in a flash, she was gone. 

Years later, she was standing in front of me on a street in New Orleans.
She was different, but so was I. Life made us colder. Harder. Isolated. 

Caged. 

Even though we were different, the broken pieces of me recognized the sadness in her. 
Now she was back, and I wouldn’t make the mistake of letting her go again. 

When I first met Jasmine Greene, she came in as raindrops. 
When we met again, I became her darkest storm. 

From New York Times bestselling author, J. Sterling comes a thrilling new standalone romance you won’t want to miss! 

I’m the hopeless romantic in the family and I don’t care who knows. My brothers make fun of me for it, calling me “Princess” and “Cinderella” every chance they get, but I couldn’t care less. I’m done with one night stands and women who mean nothing to me. My dating for the sake of dating days are over.  

I know what I want and I refuse to settle for less. I’m ready to find “the one.” You know exactly what I’m talking about. 

Single mom Sofia can’t stand me. I want to get to know her better, but she keeps pushing me away. I just need one chance to show her that I’m not the guy she thinks I am, but she won’t let me get anywhere near her.

Being a single mom has made her heart guarded. Being a single guy has made my heart determined.

I wonder who’s heart is going to give in first?

From a New York Times Bestseller comes the story of a billion-dollar fortune and the sex, lies, and betrayal that surrounds it…

I’ve worked a decade for this. I’ve sold my soul and my reputation. I’ve lived a lie, smiled for the cameras, and hated myself, all for this fortune.

And then … she pops up. A mysterious heir with a rap sheet, combat boots, and a mouth that I want to pin shut with my–
It doesn’t matter. I’ve played this game for a decade. I can continue the charade a little longer, keep my hands to myself and her body out of my mind. 

I can keep my secret until the ink dries and everything is mine.
Or not.

Hunches, horse races, and heartbreak

Ten years after Simone Payton broke his heart, all Roscoe Winston wants is a doughnut. He’d also like to forget her entirely, but that’s never going to happen. Roscoe Winston remembers everything—every look, every word, every single unrequited second—and the last thing he needs is another memory of Simone.

Unfortunately, after one chance encounter, Simone keeps popping up everywhere he happens to be . . .

Ten years after Roscoe Winston dropped out of her life, all Simone Payton wants is to exploit him. She’d also like some answers from her former best friend about why he ghosted her, but if she never gets those answers, that’s a-okay. Simone let go of the past a long time ago. Seriously, she has. She totally, totally has. She is definitely not still thinking about Roscoe. Nope. She’s more than happy to forget he exists.

But first, she needs just one teeny-tiny favor . . .

If you could read my mind, you wouldn’t be smiling. Samantha McAllister looks just like the rest of the popular girls in her junior class. But hidden beneath the straightened hair and expertly applied makeup is a secret that her friends would never understand: Sam has Purely-Obsessional OCD and is consumed by a stream of dark thoughts and worries that she can’t turn off. Second-guessing every move, thought, and word makes daily life a struggle, and it doesn’t help that her lifelong friends will turn toxic at the first sign of a wrong outfit, wrong lunch, or wrong crush. Yet Sam knows she’d be truly crazy to leave the protection of the most popular girls in school. So when Sam meets Caroline, she has to keep her new friend with a refreshing sense of humor and no style a secret, right up there with Sam’s weekly visits to her psychiatrist. Caroline introduces Sam to the Poet’s Corner, a hidden room and a tight-knit group of misfits who have been ignored by the school at large. Sam is drawn to them immediately, especially a guitar-playing guy with a talent for verse, and starts to discover a whole new side of herself. Slowly, she begins to feel more “normal” than she ever has as part of the popular crowd . . . until she finds a new reason to question her sanity and all she holds dear.

The first time I met Fitz or to most of the world Duke Fitzegerald Heraldo Belleville, I punched him in the throat. 
I was actually aiming for his chin, but he was a few years older, clearly not wiser, but at least taller. 
He started wheezing on his candy cane. 
And well, the rest is history. 
Hate replaced what could have been friendship, and for the rest of my teen years, I watched him flirt with every single breathing female. 
I hated him. 
Plotted his death with a smile on my face. 
And knew that my first decree as Queen would be to chop off his head. 
Except now that I’m finally old enough to inherit the title, there’s one tiny little slip-up. 
I need a man by my side. 
The problem? 
I may have accidentally scared them all away. 
I have no options. 
Until the devil rings my doorbell with a wicked grin on his face and revenge dancing like sugarplums in his gaze. 
I hate that I need him. 
It’s a serious problem. 
We have twelve days before we say I do. 
I just pray we survive without killing each other first.