Lucy & Harris
Catching Lucy (Book 1)
So yeah, my dad is a rock star; he’s the drummer for Demon’s Wings. Big whoop. Honestly, the fame that comes with having a famous dad is not all that you think it might be. It sucks. You have no privacy. Oh yeah, and don’t let me forget about the lunatics that want to do who knows what to you just to get famous. When I leave the house every morning I feel like my life isn’t my own. Between the paparazzi, the fans, my bodyguard, and everything else I feel like I’m part of the freak show in the circus most days.
It wasn’t always like this, though. I didn’t always feel like this. Once upon a time I had a best friend who helped me deal with this life that we both belonged to.
So yeah, my dad is a rock star; he’s the drummer for OtherWorld. And Lucy was and always will be the only girl to ever know the real me. She was my best friend, my voice of reason. My SANITY. Maybe she outgrew me. But I will never outgrow her. It’s been years since I’ve seen her, and I miss her so damn bad. All I want is a chance to get back what we’ve lost, to have my best friend in my life again.
I wasn’t counting on how grown up my friend might have gotten, how beautiful she is now. The more time I spend with this new Lucy, I have to wonder if I really want that old friendship back…or if I want much, much more.
Craving Lucy (Book 2)
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One kiss can change everything…
I wished I’d known that before I’d kissed my best friend.
Things are different now. We can’t go back. I’m not even sure I want to go back. I guess the question is….
What happens now?
This book does end in a cliffhanger and will be resolved in SHATTERING LUCY in 2016.
Rocking Kin (Book 3)
With one promise her life was changed…
Saying goodbye to my mother also meant saying goodbye to my life in Virginia. After reluctantly making a promise to my mom, I was California bound with the father who I haven’t seen since I was four years old. I was miserable living under the same roof as my step-monster and the two step-bitches from hell. My only saving grace? Lucy Thornton, daughter to Demon’s Wings’ drummer, Jesse Thornton. Without her friendship—and her odd rocker family taking me in as one of their own—I was sure I would have lost my mind after the first week.
A blast from her past…
I never thought I would see Jace St. Charles again. Honestly, after the way he’d broken my heart, I would have been just fine without having to see his face for the rest of my life. With Lucy’s close friendship with Harris Cutter, owner of the hottest new club in SoCal and Jace’s new boss, I was forced to see that damn face often. Forced to see the way every girl seemed to trip over themselves to get close to him.
A second chance?
Being tossed into one situation after another with Jace made it hard to fight the fact that I wasn’t as immune to him as I wanted to be. But, damn it, I was only human and he was hell bent on winning me back.
Un-Shattering Lucy (Book 4)
That was how Lucy Thornton felt in the aftermath of her breakup with Harris Cutter. Her family thought the best thing for her to do was to put the length of the country between her and Harris.
Reluctantly, she went.
The second Harris sets eyes on Lucy again, he knows she hasn’t moved on any more than he has. Realizing that he screwed up, he sets out to prove that they belong together. But the road to un-shattering Lucy is longer and darker than he ever could have imagined.
Forever Lucy (Book 5)
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SAVE THE DATE
Mr. & Mrs. Jesse Thornton
Mr. & Mrs. Devlin Cutter
Request you save the date
for the wedding of
Lucy Daniels Thornton
Planning a wedding should have been easy, especially with Aunt Emmie and Harris’s stepmom, Natalie, to help. Those two could rule the world from their phones, so I thought letting them help plan our wedding would make everything effortless.
I was wrong.
I wanted a small and intimate ceremony, but they wanted it to be huge, something that would overshadow every other celebrity wedding that had come before it. Because I felt like I owed it to my mom, I agreed, but now things were spiraling out of control. Details like the cake, the first song at the reception, and even picking a dress—gods, the dress—were all things that gave me a panic attack.
My wedding wasn’t mine anymore.
It was a freaking circus.